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The beautiful spring scenery suddenly turned into a room full of murderous intentions.
Linlang's back was dripping with blood, which wet her loose hair.
"Are you, trying to kill me?"
The woman's cheeks were as red as fire, but her phoenix eyes were narrowed, showing a cold look.
Fortunately, she was sensitive enough to react just now. After noticing a slight change in his expression, she pinched the hand on the back with her backhand, but the flesh was still cut.
The pitch-black Hidden Sword Xie Liancheng was holding was still dripping with blood.
Unless necessary, Lin Lang will not let herself get hurt, and she is not a masochist.
She didn't expect that Xie Liancheng would kill her painfully when the two of them were in love, just when they were tender and affectionate!
Hehe, anti-kill
The hero is really capable.
This sadomasochistic love game is really getting more and more fun.
Lin Lang squeezed her fingers tightly, and she snatched the Hidden Blade into her hand, and threw it on the soft blanket, making a sharp clanging sound.
His pupils narrowed slightly, watching the little sword roll down on the ground in a circle, and barely stopped when it hit the corner of the table. He felt a pain in his jaw, and a cold palm pulled his face back without mercy, "Say, who ordered you to do this?"
Her two eyebrows are like sharp blades, and she presses down on the eyes below with a sharp posture, giving birth to a biting chill. He remembered that when the two met for the first time, she had such a cold and vigilant look.
After a long circle, we are still back to the original point.
No, even worse than before.
Suspicion, anger, and suspicion made her extremely indifferent.
Xie Liancheng didn't look at her ice-cold face, and slightly lowered his eyelashes, casting a faint shadow on his eyelids.
"No one instructed me, I did everything by myself, I... want the general to die."
"Why am I not good enough for you?"
Lin Lang had an angry expression of being betrayed by her lover, as if she wanted to eat him alive.
Xie Liancheng did not answer this question directly, but said calmly, "These days, Liancheng is very grateful to the general for his deep love, but the general and I are people from two worlds. The general lives on the body of the prince. It’s okay to go up, but what about the future?”
"Liancheng doesn't want to wake up one day, the general swallows the will of the prince, or eats each other, and becomes a walking dead puppet with confusion. At that time, how will Liancheng deal with himself? Cough cough cough—"
"So, you just killed this general to avoid future troubles. Xie Liancheng, this general really underestimated you." Lin Lang expressionless, strangled his larynx. There is no one to thank Liancheng.
The man couldn't breathe unobstructed, his face flushed rapidly, with a faint purple color. But he didn't beg for mercy, and the woman's cold face was reflected in a pair of glazed eyes.
Under the strong squeeze, his consciousness gradually lost, like a fish in a dry mud, no matter how hard he struggled, it would not help.
The disparity in force between the two left him no room to resist.
"Boom—"
Seeing his breath getting weaker and weaker, Lin Lang stretched out his hand and shook him, and he rolled into the bed, clutching his throat and coughing painfully.
Lin Lang pulled back her clothes, picked up the Hidden Sword that had been thrown by the table, walked back to the bed, and looked at Xie Liancheng coldly.
His black hair was scattered all over the bed, half covering his snow-white icy muscles, even in such a distressed posture, there was a charming and charming charm. He saw the opponent's shadow folded back, his finger still holding his small black sword that wanted to kill people.
Shadows loom above.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the final judgment.
"Shua—"
The sound of the blade sweeping, cold and piercing.
But he didn't feel any pain.
Xie Liancheng opened his eyelids, and it was her figure that didn't look back.
as well as…
A cut of hair in front of him.
"Young Master Xie has an outstanding appearance, like watching the moon in the water. I, Li Linliang, am a rough person, so I dare not think about it!"
"From now on, you and I will be like this, and we will have nothing to do with each other."
There was a strange feeling in his throat, and he tightly covered his mouth, not wanting her to see his distress, until he heard the sound of the door slamming outside.
Xie Liancheng's eyes fell on that lock of black hair.
Is it right
He was lost in thought, and sticky blood dripped from between his fingers.
The more he tried to hide it, the more he bleed.
Xie Liancheng carefully picked up the broken hair with a clean hand, as if her breath still remained on it.
He still made it.
Even if he didn't kill her, he was disgusted by her, and she would never come to pester her again.
She was so angry just now that she didn't do anything to him, and I'm afraid she won't kill him in the future. He understood her, such an upright, straightforward and decisive person would disdain to play tricks with a despicable villain like him. Since she made the act of cutting off her hair, it was her last promise - to save his life. From then on, he became acquainted with each other.
He can live a good life and die for Xie's father.
He should be happy, shouldn't he
Xie Liancheng was trembling all over, he clenched his teeth, but still shivered from the cold, his eyeballs quivered slightly in their sockets, and a thin mist of water came out.
His body temperature has always been low, and if he encounters cold weather, his body will look like he was fished out of an ice cellar. The man always felt distressed and held him in his arms to keep him warm.
But now, she is gone.
It's all right, he told himself.
Lin Lang shook her sleeves angrily and left. After walking for a while, her expression returned to a calm look. She squeezed her chin and thought, which one should she turn over tonight
She turned around and walked to the innermost room.
Among Mo Xiaoyan's many men, Wang Fu Xie Liancheng is a mountain snow lotus, not to be easily picked up. Yan Boye was tall and handsome by nature, but he felt oppressed and kept a straight face all the year round. Mo Xiaoyan actually didn't like the feeling of being completely suppressed.
Wen Ting is the one who wins Mo Xiaoyan's favor the most. Although she says that a bowl of water is fair, as long as she is human, she cannot avoid partiality.
As for the young man who was the last to get started and liked to wear red clothes, his name was Dong Xiaodao. This casual name didn't sound like a nobleman's son.
Dong Xiaodao was an orphan without father and mother. He was taken back by an old hooligan and recognized as his godson. What he did was stealing. Once he stole Mo Xiaoyan's purse and was caught on the spot, but Mo Xiaoyan was not angry and instead gave him a silver ingot.
Dong Xiaodao felt that this woman was a typical example of the legendary "people who are stupid and have a lot of money", and went back to discuss with the old hooligan and decided to hug her thigh tightly. He tricked Mo Xiaoyan to look at his own body, and then used all the stalking tricks he had seen in the world for many years, and used them all on Mo Xiaoyan, which made her fascinated for a while.
It's not enough just to get out of bed, Mo Xiaoyan felt that Dong Xiaodao was born in a shabby and vulgar way, he fell into the eyes of money and couldn't even get out.
After every tenderness, this man would open his mouth like a lion and ask her for gold and silver jewelry, jewelry and silk, and his confident appearance almost twisted Mo Xiaoyan's nose in anger.
She clearly slept with the man she was marrying, but she felt aggrieved by being taken advantage of. It hurt her heart if she gave it, and she seemed too stingy if she didn't give it, and she was so harsh on her man.
Mo Xiaoyan has been slaughtered several times, and gradually she doesn't like to go to Dong Xiaodao's side. Occasionally, on a whim, she will pull him to play with other men. That feeling is really wonderful to her, and the "reward" given afterwards It's refreshing.
It can be said that Dong Xiaodao is the most "exotic" among the four men, and his relationship with Mo Xiaoyan is more like the relationship between a "gold master" and a "little lady", only talking about money and flirting.
"Squeak—"
Lin Lang pushed open the door, and the cold wind poured in from behind, causing Dong Xiaodao, who was happily counting the silver under the lamp, to shudder.
The young man was slender, but wore a tall bun. On the left was a peacock-shaped jade emerald gold step rocker, and on the right was a palm-sized comb with jade flower and bird patterns, and a gleaming ruby brow pendant hung between his foreheads. The slender gold and silver earrings with butterfly wings are adorned on the shoulders, in sharp contrast with the thumb-sized pearl necklace around the neck.
If he wanted to wear a crown, he had to bear its weight. Lin Lang wondered if he would be crushed by the heavy headdress and die. But the other party was much stronger than she imagined, because at this moment he was poking hard at the hair bag with a red coral hairpin!
"My lord, you are here!"
Dong Xiaodao turned his head, and his tone was very pleasantly surprised.
Lin Lang clutched her chest and didn't speak for a long while.
Her aesthetic has been greatly impacted.
You said, she can bear it if a man is dressed up as a shining Christmas tree. This guy doesn't know what it means to "look for the one who pleases himself". , smeared several thick layers, and had to become a monkey's butt. It was originally Fan Sukou with a small cherry mouth, but it was also tossed to death, and it was greasy, as if it hadn't washed its mouth for three days and two nights after eating braised pig's trotters.
The leg she was about to move forward subconsciously wanted to retract.
As a result, the other party fell on her like a gust of wind. Lin Lang was dusted with fine powder, and her nose was itchy. All kinds of luxurious jewelry made heavy or light "cracking" sounds, which made her eardrums ache.
This is a luminous Christmas tree that can walk, it lights up wherever it goes, Lin Lang was almost blinded by the flash.
"My lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Why did you come here?" The young man patted her chest shyly. Lin Lang almost didn't get a mouthful of blood from his slap. The bracelets, silver bars, and gold chains in his hands were really touching her. It hurts! Her soft chest is not made of iron!
Lin Lang was staggered by him, and went in, but the door was kicked shut by the other party's foot.
The young man didn't talk too much, he dragged people into the inner room, obviously wanting to "get directly into the topic".
Lin Lang: "..."
Boy, let me tell you, my sister is really a person with aesthetics.
Linlang looked at the young man sitting on top of her expressionless face. He was unbuttoning his clothes with a blushing face. The hairpin on his head dangled, and then "cracked", impartially, just hitting Linlang's chest. On the forehead, there was a clear red mark.
Lin Lang: "..."
This general has a saying that I don't know if I should say it or not.
"Have you had enough trouble!" She shouted, startling the boy.
The general was quite bluffing when he had a cold face, he hesitated for a moment, and obediently climbed off her body.
After a long silence, when Dong Xiaodao was carelessly fiddled with dozens of silver bracelets in his hand, he heard the other party say, "Do you have wine here?"
When he walked through the door before, the palace hosted a large banquet for the guests, and hundreds of tables were set up.
Dong Xiaodao is so distressed, these are all vain money, the prince is really a prodigal son, he doesn't know how to save at all. The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. Wearing a red wedding dress, he sneaked to the wine cellar closest to his room and brought several barrels of fine wine back.
Although he doesn't know how to drink, he can sell it to others, and then another sum of money will come in! Dong Xiaodao's wishful thinking was resounding.
The prince in front of him actually asked him if he had any wine. Could it be that she found out that he had hidden himself? !
He was a little apprehensive, "My lord..."
"Go get some wine, I want to drink." Lin Lang kept a straight face, not giving him a chance to explain.
Dong Xiaodao's face froze, and he obediently went to move it, but he kept an eye on it, and only moved out the smallest bucket, and said with his head down, "My lord, I only have this bucket, really, I definitely don't have any." Hidden five barrels in the hole dug behind the dressing table. If I lie to you, I will be barking, meowing meowing."
"My lord, I'm innocent, you must trust me."
He looked like he was going to swear to the sky, and he was very upright.
Lin Lang: "..."
Dong Xiaodao is used to watching people's faces. Seeing that she was silent, he immediately took out the jade bowl, and graciously pried off the lid of the bucket for her, and poured a full bowl. The transparent wine was like fine nectar from the sky The same poured down, never spilled from the beginning to the end.
Quite capable.
Linlang picked up the jade bowl calmly, drank it all in one gulp, "Come again."
Dong Xiaodao fucked her up.
What the young man didn't expect was that this man's capacity for alcohol was unusually good. This was the best spirit, taking a sip was like swallowing a knife. It was hot and painful, and ordinary people couldn't stand it.
Dong Xiaodao watched eagerly, at least leave some for him, this wine is really expensive, every drop is his lovely silver!
Out of the corner of her eye, Lin Lang caught a glimpse of the other party's entangled and heartbroken look, and she wanted to laugh a little. It was the first time she saw such a money-loving miser.
Instead of teasing him, Lin Lang drank another bowl before pouring it down on the table pretending to be overwhelmed.
She heard the other party take a long breath, and muttered like a pigeon that hadn't eaten enough, "It's a loss, it's a loss, how many nights do I have to sleep with / to earn back the money for the drink, this prodigal son, so mad I am..."
While thinking about it, he tidied up the messy table, and then carried Lin Lang back to the brocade tent, and nimbly tore off her clothes with his fingers. Wine, Dong Xiaodao thought so.
Lin Lang had just seen his appearance of being neither human nor ghost, so she really didn't have the heart to speak, so she pulled him into her arms when no one was paying attention. The jewels and emeralds on his head made her face ache.
Lin Lang instantly had the urge to throw people out.
"My lord?" He raised his head in surprise, the other party seemed to be more awake, opened his eyes, but still shrouded in mist, she stretched out her hand to caress her cheek, her gesture was so gentle, like flying flowers and catkins blowing against her face in spring, for fear of pain He is average.
Dong Xiaodao stared at her blankly.
The prince in my memory didn't have such a tender side, she would just ride on her, telling him to hurry up, and then hurry up, and sometimes whip him. The prince likes to kiss his mouth, and barges in with his tongue arbitrarily.
As long as he makes her happy, he can get the money himself, which is the best.
But tonight's prince is very wrong, he didn't throw him down as soon as he came up, and he got drunk, as if he had hidden a lot of things on his mind.
She touched his face for the first time, from the eyebrows to the corners of his lips. Her black hair was disheveled and scattered on the embroidered quilt, so dark that it was a little bluish, and she had a coquettish beauty.
It turned out that her palm was so warm.
Dong Xiaodao was thinking wildly, the other hand stretched out the other hand, pressed the back of his head, and pressed it against her chest, that faint sigh contained a heartbreaking sadness, "Liancheng, I surrender, don't Leave me again, okay?"
Liancheng
Dong Xiaodao was thinking in a daze, this seems to be the name of the king's husband
"Liancheng... Liancheng..."
She said the name, rolling between her lips and teeth.
The voice finally became softer and softer, as if falling into a cloud, entering a strange and sweet dream.
Dong Xiaodao listened to the beating sound of her heart.
There is a person here.
For some reason, he became a little envious of Mrs. Xie, who was missed by her, and told the truth when he was drunk. When the prince was delirious, he was still the one who never forgot.
It would be great if there was such a person who could take him to heart.
After a night of hangover, Lin Lang fell asleep until the next afternoon.
When I woke up, my right arm felt sore and numb. I turned my head and closed my eyes silently.
Dong Xiaodao's "heavy makeup" has been "ravaged/ravaged" all night, and the bright red lipstick has rubbed on his cheeks. Originally, he had applied gouache again, and the pomegranate red and peach cheek powder were smudged together. The big mouth of the basin looks particularly scary.
Lin Lang couldn't bear to look directly at him, and stretched out her hand, trying to turn his face to the other side.
She begged him, don't hurt her innocent eyes all day long, okay
The other party was still not happy, and approached her with a pout, refusing to leave her.
Lin Lang simply pinched the opponent's delicate buttocks.
I didn't expect this to stimulate people, and a small tent was quickly set up somewhere. His cheeks were hot, and his soft body was coiled like a water snake, wriggling in her arms, rubbing against her with that thing from time to time.
"Snapped-"
Lin Lang slapped him, and he was completely awake.
"My lord." He rubbed the soft flesh of his buttocks, and looked at her pitifully with his watery eyes, "You made me so hurt."
The woman ignored her and sat up with one hand propped up. She was wearing a light underwear, which was clean, and the smell of alcohol on her body was also very light, with a faint and elegant aroma of orchids. It was obvious that someone had changed her clothes and wiped her body clean.
Lin Lang glanced at the young man lying on the bed. He was rubbing his buttocks, crying out for pain, and with the heavy makeup on his face, he looked like a ghoul in a cemetery, without any sense of beauty. Word.
Last night's spirits were full of stamina. Lin Lang originally wanted to pretend to be drunk, but later she really fell asleep, and she didn't know how good the wine was in this body. But seeing that Dong Xiaodao went to bed without taking off his makeup, he probably treated her like an ancestor for a night.
This is a bit of a joke.
In Mo Xiaoyan's heart, Dong Xiaodao was just like Pixiu, he only ate but didn't vomit, it didn't make sense that she tormented him all night, and this man didn't immediately demand "compensation".
The smile on the corner of her mouth deepened slightly, but her face was still as cold as iron.
"Take off your pants." She looked down at the person on the bed.
Dong Xiaodao, who was lying on his stomach, raised his face and looked at her in shock.
Does she want to see from behind...
I thought it was the seed of infatuation, but I didn't expect it to be a beast.
The boy took off his pants with tears in his eyes, his small face sank into the soft brocade, and he said sobbingly, "You...you take it easy...I'm afraid of pain..."
He closed his eyes as if dying.
Lin Lang: "..."
What if she wants to hit someone
Lin Lang sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the cork, and sprinkled the powder on his bare buttocks. Dong Xiaodao's skin was nourished so tender that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out. Just now she slapped her hand and it quickly became red and swollen. No wonder he screamed so hard, it turned out to be really painful.
There is a saying that the body of a lady is the life of a maid.
That old hooligan who was in the market adopted Dong Xiaodao, and he took a fancy to his transparent icy skin and snow skin. He might become the concubine of a nobleman in the future.
But before this "noble man" appeared, the old hooligan was afraid that Dong Xiaodao would be ruined by those female hooligans, so he kept making him look ugly, smearing yellow mud and black powder on his face and body, making him look dark. Dong Xiaodao is also clever, and he grew up to sixteen without any danger.
"Uh... oh... um..."
While Lin Lang was rubbing, he couldn't help moaning/groaning, the soul-stirring vibrato made people blush.
"Shut up."
Lin Lang, who almost got angry, slapped him again.
The young man bit his pillow aggrieved and dared not speak. Occasionally, there was a gasp from his throat, and because he was stuffy in the pillow, the sound had a bit of forbearance, which was even more imaginative.
Lin Lang: "..."
What if she wants to kill this guy even more