A phantom flashed in the dark night, and a black shadow flickered from far to near. The next moment, a person appeared in front of Feng Jingyun.
Wearing a brocade black robe, paired with an open wide robe of the same color, with wide sleeves, it is particularly domineering.
The hair is neatly tied and crowned with a crown, showing nobility and respect.
He wears a black and gray black iron mask on his left cheek, and his right face is unusually handsome, with a fairer complexion than ordinary people, so fair that it is translucent.
One side wears a mask, and the other side is handsome.
The enchanting right eye glowed with an eerie light in the dark night.
A natural cold air seemed to emanate from his body, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.
Seeing that half of his face that was more beautiful than the god of death, there seemed to be a kind of bewitching charm in the evil charm.
Feng Jingyun couldn't look away for a moment.
Xiehan's blood-stained eyes stared at her for a moment, as if he wanted to see her thoroughly from the inside out, "She is so beautiful, tell me, why are you so vicious in your heart?"
The cold and charming male voice had a slight squeak, which seemed very abrupt in the silent night.
He raised his hand, holding the three silver needles she had just fired between his slender index and middle fingers. With a slight movement of energy, the three silver needles broke into pieces and fell to the ground.
Of course she knew that what he was talking about was not the few silver needles that hit him, but the hurtful words she said in the carriage when leaving the palace. She said to let him savor death slowly... she said that he died in the carriage.
If someone is out of luck, the King of Qi and the Crown Prince will definitely be very happy if they know the news of his death.
"The night is still young, and loneliness is a tragedy. My mother-in-law gave me a name that makes me lonely until I die. Do you also want me to die of loneliness?" He stretched out his hand to touch her face.
It feels so smooth under the fingers, more delicate than gelatin.
Holding her delicate red lips, he wanted to kiss her hard.
Looking at her face and her stunning features, his heart swelled. Only now did he realize how much he hated, how much...
miss her.
"I said that from now on, I will owe nothing to the leader." She asked, "Didn't your subordinates convey my words to you?"
"Huh." He snorted coldly and stared at her sinisterly, "I'm telling you, even if you die, you can't get rid of my shackles!"
She raised her hand to hold his wrist, and the cold temperature under her palm was colder than a corpse.
Pull it down.
Forcing his hands to leave her face. She hated being touched by him.
The beautiful eyebrows frowned, "The leader has touched women's faces enough, don't touch me with your dirty hands."
He suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed her towards him, his blood-colored pupils narrowed in displeasure, "How dare you call me dirty?"
She raised her head and raised her lips, "Is there any clean part of your body?"
Not only was he not angry at her question, but he smiled, with a smile that was a little cheerful and a little evil, "Feng Jingyun, do you care about me?"
"What nonsense."
"Then why do you ask if a man's body is clean?" He leaned closer to her, his breath almost spraying on her face, "You can't be too whimsical, a thirty-year-old man is still a chick, right?"
She frowned, "I'm sick."
"You are the one who is sick." He said with a smile, "You are a capable man. Which man doesn't have three concubines and four concubines? Do you still want a man who only wants you?"
"The Shang King has had more women from the beginning to the end of the city. Even if other men only have one woman, you can't do it."
