"Cough, cough, cough...let me go..." She begged him in a low voice, her voice hoarse, her face turned red from holding back.

"Then be obedient and serve me well. I will make you very comfortable." His ambiguous voice sounded in her ears.

Tears gathered in her eyes, and she finally nodded. Only then did Qingcheng let her go, but he didn't see the cunning look flashing through her eyes.

With trembling hands, she began to take off his clothes. She slowly pulled out the silver needle in her sleeve and was about to pierce his acupuncture point when she heard his cold voice ring in her ears.

"Don't play tricks. This entire Dragon Palace and the entire world of Dongming belong to me. You can't escape." As he spoke, his big hand squeezed her soft breasts hard again.

Perhaps her action of firing the concealed weapon angered him, so he leaned over and laid her down on the bed, pulling off the last layer of her underwear without hesitation.

When Long Jiuer took off her clothes, Qingcheng's eyes stopped at a scaly scar on her left groin.

He recognized the scar. There were ten spies under the Dragon King of the West Sea. They were ordered to live and die by the Dragon King of the West Sea. Each of them had the same scar on their left groin, small and fine, like dragon scales.

Since the death of the Nine Princesses of the West Sea, Qingcheng has no intention of taking charge. Except for Qingcheng, the other three dragon kings of the four seas, southeast, north and west, are scheming with each other to compete for the opportunity to unify the four seas. The purpose is to seize the sea-controlling divine arrow from Qingcheng and become the king of the four seas.

The only supreme king.

"Old Dragon of the West Sea, I asked you to seduce me, right? Very good, then I will do as you wish." He pulled her into him, his brows furrowed into a mountain peak, he separated her domineeringly and kicked her randomly.

The legs rushed into her without any hesitation or foreplay.

The raw but tight feeling made him unable to resist his eager impulse, and he fiercely took possession of her body over and over again.

Two years ago, the death of the Ninth Princess was due to the life-and-death struggle between the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas. Qingcheng remembered that he had been pressing every step of the way, and that he had never given up, but risked the life of the woman he loved most.

The colorful crystal palace lanterns in the Dragon Palace illuminate Qingcheng's magnificent face in a blur and mystery, just like the acacia flowers blooming on the east coast, which is so beautiful that it makes people enchanted.

But the expression on his face was still angry. The anger that had nowhere to be released made him look extremely violent. He raised the corners of his lips and smiled, looking at the person shivering and trembling under him with some pride.

Long Jiuer: "Old Long Xihai, you have really good intentions, and you actually found someone exactly the same."

"You are not allowed to slander my father." Long Jiuer covered his naked body with his hands and glared at him, his eyes filled with tears of humiliation, but he still gritted his teeth to prevent himself from crying.

"Your father?" Qingcheng was a little confused and looked at the face in front of him that broke his heart in surprise. Is she actually the daughter of the Dragon King of the West Sea?

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Chapter completed!