Mu Yunsang was in pain, so he stretched out his hand and struck it with a single palm strike, his force was merciless.
But he blocked it easily, held her hand and pushed it behind his back, pressing her against his chest with pressure. There was obvious anger in his dark pupils.
"Mu Yunsang, who allowed you to run around in the palace disheveled, who allowed you to rush into Deyang Palace without permission, who allowed you to be so rude to me."
Hearing the questions, the people outside the room were trembling, and a few timid ones were about to faint. But Mu Yunsang inside the room looked into his eyes without fear. Instead of being afraid, she smiled.
"Your Highness, who allowed you to touch my cunt, who allowed you to fuck me, and who allowed you to throw me into the water and try to drown me after you finished fucking me?"
She was completely challenging his authority and bottom line.
"Mu Yun-sang!" He shouted coldly, wishing to crush the woman in front of him into dregs, but after meeting her eyes, the urge seemed to be suppressed alive.
Very similar to that person's eyes.
Although the tone of her words was completely different from that person's, the way she looked at him, the kind of eyes that were fearless and never concealed her emotions, was very similar.
Her anger, ridicule, sneer, joking, pride, and indifference were all written in her eyes, and she did not shy away from his identity and status.
"Your Highness, we have agreed a long time ago that water from wells should not cross rivers. You can take your sunny path and I will cross my single-plank bridge. If you insist on causing discomfort to yourself and to me, you can crush my arm. You can
You can also break my old waist, you can even light me up and throw me into the water and drown me, but I won't fight back if I can't beat you. Once I can beat you one day, I will definitely take revenge.
"
Her stern eyes and mocking expression made him slightly startled.
The next moment, he suddenly leaned over and kissed her lips. She resisted fiercely, but he didn't touch her acupuncture points anymore. He just forced her to the corner, pressed her legs with his knees, and still scissored her with one hand.
With both hands, the other hand pinched her chin with destructive force, and her lips and teeth were no longer on guard. They pried open her teeth and drove straight in, wantonly and violently, sweeping through her body.
mouth.
"Well!"
It hurts. Is he a sadist?
Did he grow up playing SM?
Damn, my jaw is dislocated.
She closed her teeth tightly and bit his tongue. She was so painful that she wanted to take him to his funeral.
There was a distinct taste of blood in his mouth, but the man in front of him didn't even frown.
She tried to bite harder, but her jaw got stuck.
Lost.
My jaw dropped...
Faced with this fact in horror, the next moment, he saw her saliva mixed with his blood, and she dropped like a child.
She cursed vaguely: "You are a murderer."
My jaw dropped once, and I heard it will drop often in the future.
Damn it, I can't afford to hurt it, my chin would fall off even if I kissed it.
If Han Qing knew about such a thing, he would probably laugh so heartlessly that his big teeth would fall off.
He was finally willing to let her go, and looked at her dislocated jaw, feeling at a loss for a moment.
The next moment, I heard him yell angrily at the door: "Mr. Xuan."
*
"Kacha!"
The chin was put back on, and it didn't hurt much, and it didn't take much effort. It worked quite well after putting it back on, just like before. But to think that the Thousand Sword Killer actually pinched his own chin off alive, Mu Mu
Yun Sang is like holding a knife to kill someone, right?
She glared at Beichen Mofeng fiercely throughout the whole process. When her chin was set and everyone in the room retreated, she rushed over like crazy and activated a woman's strongest attack mode - the shrew style.
"You're crazy, you're sick. If you're sick, get treatment. You're crazy. If you want me to die, just give me a quick stab. You've embarrassed me again and again. Beichen Mofeng, I'll fight with you."
Already."
Both hands scratched and hit Beichen Mofeng, but he never fought back. He just grabbed her arm when she slapped him on the face.
He wanted to punish her for being disrespectful, but after seeing her look up with tears in her eyes, by some strange coincidence, the other hand gently wrapped around her waist and took her exhausted into his arms.
"sorry!"
If you kill someone with a thousand cuts, can you just say sorry and be done with it?
She struggled, but he held her tighter, resting his chin on her forehead: "I'm sorry."
There was a moment of confusion, when this embrace was actually gentle, it was really warm.
Generous, powerful, and addictive.
But after a moment, she immediately pulled out forcefully, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened her eyes and met Beichen Mofeng's eyes coldly.
"Don't mess with me again, I'm warning you one last time."
A warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I will never make you angry again, Jin..."
"Your Highness, Your Highness, it's not good."
His words were interrupted by Xuan Chengyou who hurried in.
The smile on his face instantly faded, and his eyes fell on Mu Yunsang suspiciously for a moment, as if he was looking for something on Mu Yunsang. Then he turned around and put on the air of a cold and arrogant prince.
"What's the matter?"
"Wu Liangdi, she..."
"What's wrong?"
"She has a stomachache and there is blood down there."
Beichen Mofeng's expression did not contain the shock or panic that a father should have. He just frowned anxiously, looked back at Mu Yunsang and looked at Mu Yunsang again, and said to Xuan Chengyou: "Show me.
Haihua Palace.”
The Bodhisattva finally left. Mu Yunsang looked in the direction of Haihua Palace and started to laugh.
Wu Dieyu, I'm going to take a serious move!
Regardless of her troubles, even if the child was lost anyway, it can only be said that the child was unlucky and met an unscrupulous mother who used it as a tool and wanted to use it to bind a man's heart and stabilize her status.