[Havoc at the Royal Hospital] There can be those who are lingering and sad [150]
The moonlight was hidden in the thick clouds, with only a hint of blue-grey light shining through.
But that has nothing to do with death row.
There are no windows in the death cell, leaving only a heavy iron door, which is almost twenty square meters in size.
There was a dim lamp burning inside, flickering on and off, like a will-o'-the-wisp.
Contrasting with the person in front of him is the evil and arrogant handsome face.
Xuanyuan Jue's obsidian-like eyes shamelessly swept across the exquisite body in front of him, finally stopping at her slightly pale but flawless lips.
Nowhere to escape!
In front of a seventh-level purple spirit, there is nowhere to escape.
It's like a death row in a secret room with nowhere to escape.
Zhong Xiaoxiao's beautiful phoenix eyes were slightly wrinkled, her eyes were cold, and she was on guard.
She, Zhong Xiaoxiao, never likes to be passive. Even when facing an enemy ten or a hundred times stronger than herself, she never knows how to back down.
The stronger the enemy, the stronger I become. This is her terrifying and extremely perverted fighting power among killers.
"The little fifth-level blue spirit is nothing more than an ant in my eyes." Xuanyuan Jue saw Zhong Xiaoxiao's motive. He laughed, but his eyes were cold and cold.
"Huh, how do you know?" Zhong Xiaoxiao's voice was even more cold and ruthless. Under the dim firelight, the evil energy pouring out of the whole body gave people a creepy feeling.
"Haha, you are quite courageous. The poison of the ice insect rose has not been cured yet, what benefits do you want to seek from me?" Xuanyuan Jue raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were evil and arrogant.
"Huh, each other." A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhong Xiaoxiao's mouth. She was not wrong at all. Her figure flashed like lightning. She was behind Xuanyuan Jue. Her palms containing spiritual power moved toward Xuanyuan Jue's face.
He attacked from the back, and the wind in his palm was chilly, biting to the bone.
Although Zhong Xiaoxiao suffers from spiritual power, she has been studying ancient martial arts since she was a child. If she puts aside her spiritual power, her own kung fu foundation makes her confident that no one in the entire Xuanyuan Continent can beat her.
The corner of Xuanyuan Jue's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes were cold and cold, and his whole body was filled with the majesty of a strong man.
He turned his hands and closed them. When they were separated, a huge fireball was pulled out from his palms. His body turned quickly and flexibly, and the fireball in his hands met Zhong Xiaoxiao's cold palm.
The cold air that Zhong Xiaoxiao poured with his spiritual power was counteracted by the fireball, and it had long since died before the wind from his palm reached him.
She didn't get a single move, but she continued to attack Xuanyuan Jue with a series of moves. Each move hit his vitals, and every move was fatal.
Xuanyuan Jue was certainly not a fuel-efficient lamp. His hands condensed into gorgeous fireballs, illuminating the small death cell brightly.
The fireballs attacked Zhong Xiaoxiao one after another, trapping her up, down, left and right.
"Ah..." Zhong Xiaoxiao let out an inaudible cry of pain. The clothes on her left arm were scorched, and her fair skin instantly turned red.
"If you don't surrender, your fair and tender body will be set on fire, and I will be heartbroken." Xuanyuan Jue's tone was arrogant, with a bit of frivolity. He stared at the small fireball casually, with eyes as accurate as an eagle's.
There are vital points all over Zhong Xiaoxiao's body.
It seemed that he could take her life at any time.
But Zhong Xiaoxiao knew very well that this person would never take his own life.
As for how to humiliate and torture him, it just depends on his mood.
It must not fall into the hands of this person!
She ignored her red and swollen right arm and moved closer to him. The only way to avoid the fireball was to press tightly against his body, leaving him no room to move.
Zhong Xiaoxiao's nimble body slid across like a snake, and her palms clenched slightly to form sharp eagle claws.
Shaolin Thirteen Grasps are most suitable for close combat.
Her eyes were cold, her expression focused, and her sharp claws attacked Xuanyuan Jue mercilessly.
With a move of Qinglong Probing the Moon, the slender catkins attacked his empty door. Xuanyuan Jue gently picked and lifted her claws, breaking her claws.
Zhong Xiaoxiao made one move that was not old yet, and another move that reached another point. With one move, Zhong Xiaoxiao reached for the moon, and his claws explored the softest part of Xuanyuan Jue's body.
"Your Majesty, I really like this move." He curled his lips and chuckled, his smile was evil and bright, like a red rose. "Is it possible that your Majesty is also thinking about that night and wants to spend time with me again?"
Going to **?"
He stretched out his hand, gently grasped Zhong Xiaoxiao's white catkins, and pulled her into his arms.
His demeanor was calm and his movements were as nimble as Zhong Xiaoxiao had just fought back, and was simply vulnerable to a single blow.
Zhong Xiaoxiao's eyes were blood red, a bit crazy.
She struggled desperately in Xuanyuan Jue's arms, but couldn't move even an inch.
"Master Envoy, you always like to play such exciting games. I can only accompany you to the end!" Xuanyuan Jue chuckled, controlling her hands with one hand, and imprisoning her head with the other, ignoring the pure look in her eyes.
Hatred, the soft lips pressed down heavily, the lips and teeth interlocked, and a crisp sound sounded.
Seeing the beauty in his arms, Xuanyuan Jue's starry eyes flashed with joy.
After a lot of effort, he finally held the fourth brother's woman tightly in his arms.
I heard that the fourth brother was so grief-stricken that he wished he could die with him. Uh, wrong, he should probably wish he could die with him in love.
If he knew that his woman was lying under him now, being humiliated and tortured by him in all kinds of ways, it would be amazing. Just thinking about it would make her feel so happy.
The more the person in his arms struggles, the tighter his grip becomes.
The dark black eyes are evil and enchanting.
His strong and slender arms pulled her into his arms, and his other white and moist fingers lifted Zhong Xiaoxiao's pointed chin, and a thick shadow fell towards her delicate lips.
It's coming fiercely and unstoppably.
The soft and hot tongue opened the small mouth of the person in his arms, and drove straight in, domineering and powerful, like a violent storm, conquering the city in Zhong Xiaoxiao's mouth.
The passionate kiss was overwhelming, and the person in his arms seemed to have lost himself, intoxicated in his charming and gentle land.
The eyes are closed, and the eyelashes are slightly curled like butterfly clothes, and they are as thick and dark as a delicate porcelain doll.
The softness in his legs suddenly became as hard as iron, and he was ready to abuse and humiliate the petite body in front of him.
The air was lingering and pathos, reflecting two flushed and passionate faces.
All of the above are all the imagination of the Eighth Prince Xuanyuan Jue.
After thinking about it, the real situation is that Xuanyuan Jue's soft red lips pressed down heavily and covered Zhong Xiaoxiao's cool and thin lips, before he could taste the sweetness and weakness in his imagination.
In the flash of lightning, Catkin was imprisoned. He didn't know how to break free. He bent his knees slightly and his claws were sharp and fast. A blood streak was dug out of his exposed and slender neck. At the same time, his lower body was hit hard. He couldn't help but feel the pain.
He bent down.
The domineering look turned into disbelief.
How possible?
He had clearly restrained her. How on earth did she break free? Damn it.