[Havoc at Royal Hospital] Is this abuse? Ask for a monthly ticket [15]
The skin is white, delicate, and warm, making Xuanyuan Jue unable to put it down.
His dark, cold eyes were somewhat gloomy, looking at the man in front of him who bowed his head and said nothing, with a bright smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.
"Which one is better to play first? Why don't you, Lord Ambassador, choose it yourself?" His cold hand returned to her lips, and he raised her lowered head, forcing the person in front of him to look at him.
The delicate and beautiful face showed no fear as he expected.
Her clear phoenix eyes, cold and aloof, were restrained by her hands and feet, but she was still so domineering and infuriating.
He suddenly wanted to see this woman crying in despair.
How exactly should she be tortured to change her complexion and make her look like a normal woman?
"A whip dipped in salt water? Or a branding iron that has been tortured by fire? Or..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of ambiguity flashing in his eyes, "Or, try my mighty and domineering attitude? From this angle,
This king will definitely make the envoy of the court unable to do so."
In Zhong Xiaoxiao's heart, Xuanyuan Jue has been cursed countless times.
But his face was still calm and calm, without a trace of fear. Whether he was threatening or teasing, she just thought he was farting.
"Perhaps, Lord Envoy, you want the same thing?" Seeing Zhong Xiaoxiao's indifference, Xuanyuan Jue's eyes darkened even more, and he almost couldn't wait to see her change in expression.
"The Eighth Prince looks wise, mighty, and suave, but he turns out to be a shameless man who likes to bully the weak and bully weak women." Zhong Xiaoxiao spoke, as gentle and gentle as gurgling water.
"If the little girl falls into your hands, you can only use it to whip her with a whip or to brand her with a soldering iron. It's up to you, the Eighth Prince!"
She looked arrogant, but her tone was aggrieved.
"Since the envoy is so cheerful, I won't be polite." Xuanyuan Jue chuckled, and his slender white hand fell back on Zhong Xiaoxiao's alluring butterfly valley. He exerted a slight force, and only heard a stinging sound.
The thin blouse was torn open, and the silky satin instantly fell to the ground, leaving only the white singlet wrapped around her slim body.
She is indeed a beauty, with her perfect body curves, which makes Xuanyuan Jue's imagination go wild.
Zhong Xiaoxiao's body trembled slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed through his glazed eyes.
Beitha bit down lightly, resisting the urge to vomit.
Xuanyuan Jue turned around, took the whip that was placed aside, and looked at the exquisite body in front of him playfully. When he whipped it down, the skin was ripped open and the blood was dripping. Thinking about it made him feel excited.
"Bang!" A crisp sound broke through the silence of the death row.
The single shirt on Zhong Xiaoxiao's chest was instantly torn by the whip, revealing the light blue bellyband and the looming snow-white breasts inside.
Damn it! Zhong Xiaoxiao cursed in a low voice, clenched her teeth tightly and remained silent.
Doesn't this pervert just want to see how he looks when he is afraid of crying? I'm afraid that the more miserable he cries, the happier he will be!
A few whips, does Zhong Xiaoxiao really think it’s nothing?
She is a killer, and in the days when bullets are flying, will she still suffer less injuries?
The bullet penetrated the muscle, but she was unmoved, let alone a small whip.
Even if she was sexually assaulted by this perverted man, she would still endure it and survive.
Only by surviving can you get back a thousand times from the enemy.
"Your Excellency, you are indeed a hero among women." Xuanyuan Jue's voice was low, and before he finished speaking, he whipped Zhong Xiaoxiao hard again.
Two criss-crossing whips tore her white singlet to pieces, and the singlet slipped off, leaving only her sky-blue bellyband.
The plumpness trembles slightly, as if it can't hide and wants to jump out.
Xuanyuan Jue's eyes were even deeper, and his gaze wandered back and forth on her body wildly.
Zhong Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, not wanting to look at his naked, cannibalistic eyes.
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, but I rejected them one by one.
In front of the seventh-level purple spirit, all her little tricks will not succeed and will only make the guy in front of her even worse.
Besides taking medicine, what else can she do?
The only poison was on her fingertips, and her hands were tied, so there was nothing she could do.
Beiqi bit his lower lip gently. He had probably lived a good life for too long. The whip soaked in salt water was only two lashes, and he felt that it was a bit too much.
Her body was exposed to nothing, and the sharp pain made her bite her lower lip desperately to suppress the painful moans.
The pain in Xuanyuan Jue's eyes flashed away, but in Xuanyuan Jue's eyes, he became more and more excited.
Sure enough, no matter how brutal and cruel he is, he still can't withstand a whipping.
"It's only two lashes, is it too much for the Imperial Envoy?" Xuanyuan Jue chuckled, he really thought how powerful this woman was!
Doesn’t it seem like this?
He threw away the whip and came closer, his cold hands moving over the gash torn by the whip.
On the snow-white breasts, there are dots of blood, like bright roses blooming, with a kind of humiliating beauty that makes people unable to bear it.
"Ah!" Zhong Xiaoxiao suddenly exclaimed. This perverted hand actually thrust hard into her wound. This kind of pain was more terrifying than the burning heat of a bullet.
"It's really difficult to hear the groans of the envoy. Wouldn't it be better if I shouted out earlier and wouldn't have to suffer all this?"
Zhong Xiaoxiao slowly raised his head, his eyes were as cold as polar glaciers, with a blade whistling in the cold wind, but a cold smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It is really our fault to make the Eighth Prince work so hard."
A trace of suspicion flashed through Xuanyuan Jue's hazy and deep eyes. The woman in front of him seemed to be a different person. Whether she was cold, cruel, or scheming, the woman in front of him was, after all, a living woman.
But the person in front of him was clearly smiling, but his smile was without warmth. His beautiful phoenix eyes were so cold that it was so cold that he didn't belong to human beings at all. He was like a cold-faced Shura in the depths of hell, who could kill someone in a matter of minutes.
Xuanyuan Juexing narrowed his eyes slightly, this feeling made him slightly unhappy!
He reached out, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, and simply covered her eyes.
"Eighth Prince, do you still have such a hobby? Are you afraid that the envoys from this court will come to kill you in the future?" Her tone was cold, and even if she covered her eyes, she could not hide her overwhelming coldness.
"Eighth Prince, don't worry, the envoy of this court will definitely not turn into a ghost to bully you. Because the envoy of this court will definitely live longer than you. I will work harder to get back everything you owe me." Her tone was clear.
The clouds were light and the wind was gentle, but the raging chill all over the body was a bit creepy. It seemed as if these words were not a casual threat from her, but something that would definitely happen one day in the future.
"Oh, I am looking forward to it a lot." It was someone else who was creepy, the ferocious Xuanyuan Jue. Naturally, he was not afraid of this woman's frivolous threats, nor was he afraid of her almost freezing coldness.