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Chapter Fifty-Six: Fate Is Inescapable

Wuyou is really thin, and he has almost no weight in his arms. His hot hands pressed on her back and could almost touch the protruding bones under his skin. The unfamiliar feeling made his heart beat empty

With a beat, my eyes became deeper.

She's very suitable for wearing red, really!

The red long skirt was not as slight as it was worn on her body, but instead felt restrained. Although she was unparalleled, she did not burn her eyes.

When we first met, she was wearing red armor and standing in front of him with glaring eyes. That was when he was moved.

The war that could have ended long ago was dragged on him for nearly half a year just to meet her on the battlefield.

But time was flowing, and some things could not be changed. Seeing her guarding the demon world for Mo Yu day by day and going to the battlefield in person, he admitted that he was jealous.

That's why there was the raid last night. That god world could be said to have all the elites, defeating all the demon generals, and even their commander was captured on his own bed.

"I said let me go for the last time!"

Yan's memory was wonderful this night, because the two injured people snuggled together, licking each other's wounds, and they were confused and all was so natural, although he only faced a cold picture after waking up.

The bed.

Beauty plan!

She succeeded, and successfully stole his heart.

But in Wuyou's memory, she was very miserable. She was seriously injured. She knew that the enemy's commander liked her, in order to return to the Demon Realm to inform Mo Yu about the battle situation, she actually showed that the enemy was weak and used her

The most disdainful beauty plan.

That night, Xiaoye had already planted the seeds until one day later, she secretly gave birth to him, abandoned him, and even blocked her memories of this matter.

But although some things, although the memory disappears, the evidence flows down.

The Shadow King brought her children and unblocked her memory.

At that moment, guilt and pain almost eroded her heart, so she wanted to use her life to atone for her sins.

"I'll say the last time, never!" Yan has never been a man who indulged in lust. As the God King, he can grasp his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness well. She is his disaster. Everything has changed after meeting her.

.

At this time, reason told him that he should let her go, but once he touched her skin, his reason and feelings were trapped in the temptation of her body, unable to extricate himself.

He had never hugged her. He used to think that hugging her would be the happiest thing in his life. Now that he really hugged her, this happiness has a little more bitterness. It was heartache, and he couldn't understand why.

This woman's body will be so shriveled, like a snowflake, beautiful, but it will disappear at any time.

Yan's heart was inexplicably tense. He forced her back to the big bed in the bedroom despite her struggle, as if he was really afraid that she would disappear suddenly, and then covered her thin body and kept her firm.

Confined under one's body.

He pulled the wide sheet she was scattered on her body. Wuyou couldn't get over him, so he could only shout to him at the top of his throat, "Let me go, you are the God King, aren't you afraid of doing such a thing?

Are you laughed at by the gods in the gods?"

Wuyou's voice trembled a little, with an unhidden fear. She knew that he was just trying to see the wound on her shoulder. In her memory, she took the initiative to kill him at this time.

But she really doesn't want to do that now, she regrets it. If it weren't for Xiaoye, they might have met him later. He would still move her and be together. At that time, no one could threaten her. They were inseparable.

of.

Yes, everything would be different without Xiaoye.

At this moment, Wuyou really hated Xiaoye's appearance and rejected doing such things with him. Although she only recognized Mu Yan as a man in her heart, and this man was in front of her, but now she is not

Can.

"Ha———What do you think I will do? Is this? Is this? Or this?" As Wuyou thought, the rebellious God King was disdainful to do things that took advantage of others' danger, but now his anger

He had been provoked by Wuyou. The resistance in Wuyou's eyes had stimulated him, completely suppressing his reason. He stretched out his hand and a sneer appeared on the corner of Yan's mouth. With a wave, Wuyou's bed sheet was still lifted.

A moon-white ketone body appeared in his eyes, his eyes became deeper and his breathing became rapid.

He moved his head closer to the wound on her left chest, and sprayed the burning breath from the tip of his nose, blowing it on her shoulders itchy, but his heart was also warm.

Although Yan's eyes were filled with anger, there were also some unconcealed worries, which was real heartache.

Suddenly, Wuyou was a little confused about whether his previous decision was right or wrong.

Xiaoye is the crystallization of their love. Although they had not fallen in love with each other when they had Xiaoye, all this is real. Both herself and Yan are trying hard to protect Xiaoye, but now, she is actually for herself.

Selfish desires will erase his sense of existence.

It was equivalent to killing him personally. Thinking of this, Wuyou's heart skipped a beat, became cold, and his lips were trembling slightly.

"What are you thinking? At this time, are you still thinking about Mo Yu?" The questioning voice came, and Wuyou's guilt for Xiaoye fell into Yan's eyes and turned into love for Mo Yu.

Knowing and seeing are different things. What you know is not necessarily true. He can deceive himself. In fact, she doesn't love Mo Yu so much, but seeing her with her own eyes tangled around Mo Yu and hostile to him for her, Yan's self-esteem was once again affected.

Heavy damage.

Wuyou was a little surprised that the drama at this time was completely separated from the memory of that year.

"I don't..." At this moment, Wuyou suddenly felt a little wronged. She was thinking about their son, and guilt was also for their son. She wanted to exchange her son's life for a different beginning, but in her

But in my eyes I became that kind of person.

"No need to explain, are you afraid that I will go back and take revenge on him? Don't be afraid, I won't take revenge on him. Killing him will only make him unable to be erased in your memory. What I want to do is replace him, you can like it

Only me, Yun Jin, I love you so much, how can you treat me like this!" No matter what Wuyou says and does, it is wrong. Proud Yan, young Yan will never believe her, even if she will

He told him that history, but he would not believe it.

At this moment, Wuyou suddenly wanted to laugh, not because she was misunderstood by Yan, but because she missed Yan's jealousy for her. For a long time, she had not seen Yan with such a young and energetic spirit.

"What are you laughing at?" Wuyou's smile was particularly dazzling in Yan's eyes.

"You!" murmured, Wuyou still smiled.

"Do you think Mo Yu cares about you? He doesn't. Do you believe it or not, no matter how I treat you, he will not seek revenge on me, because the demon world can't afford it!" Domineering and confident words were spit out of Yan's mouth.

In the past, Yan was careless and serious about Wuyou, but that was gentle because he didn't want to hurt her. But everything changed tonight, as if an invisible hand turned history back to its original track.

Yan, who had always been gentle, attached her body regardless of her wounds, and she was venting with an invasion and plundering emotion.

Wuyou was a little scared and struggling instinctively, but Yan was tighter, and no matter how Wuyou resisted, it was just futile.

Her eyes were cold, and she looked quietly at the swaying curtain above her head. She bit her lower lip and had already seen a trace of blood. The last time she took the initiative to seduce, but when he couldn't see it, the tears falling from the corners of her eyes were

With humiliation.

But this time she wanted to get rid of it, but she was powerless. She felt distressed when facing the beast-like flame.

Wuyou's change, Yan immediately discovered it. He felt a cold but soft hand gently caressing his back that was trembling slightly due to anger. His body stiffened for a moment, and his movements under him slowed down.

After a stroke, Wuyou didn't feel it at all. At this moment, there was only anger and pain on her face.

"Does it hurt?" Looking at Wuyou's silent look, Yan's hand suddenly pinched her thin chin and asked fiercely, "If it hurts, cry. Remember that this pain is for you! Completely

Forgot Mo Yu at the bottom!”

"It hurts!" Wuyou gritted his teeth, his eyes coldly facing his angry eyes, and pointed to his chest and said, "My heart hurts even more!"

Upon hearing this, Yan's eyes flashed with worries, but they were immediately eroded by anger.

Wuyou felt distressed by Yan's pain, and in Yan's eyes she was still caring about Mo Yu.

Looking at the corners of his cold mouth, Wuyou had no choice but to explain, and he had no choice but to close his eyes. This is fate, and this night was still her nightmare.

Although the two people's bodies were closely connected, Wuyou still felt cold, and that was the coldness of his heart.

She raised her hand and hugged her shoulders, touched the corners of her lips mockingly, and turned her head to the side and stopped talking.

Undoubtedly, her sudden action angered Yan, and the anger on her face became even deeper.

Holding Wuyou tightly, Yan almost embedded her into his body.

Wuyou forced herself to open her glasses so that she would not cry, but Yan's almost crazy movements tortured her almost collapsed, feeling that her body seemed to be torn apart, and pain was engraved on each nerve.

"Well—" When the blood beads oozing from the lips gathered and spilled onto the pillow, Yan Yan's teeth, which were closely guarding, could not control the painful and shameful ** from the throat.

"Mu Yan, you're crazy! Ah--Let me go!"

She screamed like crazy with a hoarse voice, trying to push him away, but her hands were locked on top of her head and could not move at all. She still burst into tears again when she felt heartbroken.

Yan was stunned, but then another anger arose in his heart. He could not bear her resistance. It was disgust. No, she could not hate him!

In a rage, he wanted to leave her far away, but because she was crying so hard, he found that he suddenly felt a little helpless in front of her.

Almost awkwardly, he leaned over to kiss the tears in the corner of her eyes, and then kissed her trembling lips.


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