The body fell into a warm and broad chest. Su Kui was not surprised. She pursed her lips, listening to Yue Fusang's voice with a distinct tremor, and whispered: "Because Manshu, if I let you go, who will let it go? Pass me?"
"You brought me into this game, you have to be responsible for the end, you know?!"
"You want to live, as long as you survive, I can promise you..." Never parted again.
Of course, Su Kui coldly blocked his next words, "The more Fusang, this game is over, I don’t want to play anymore. Actually, do you know? I am now a useless person, and I can’t stop you and imprison you. Now, you are free, free, understand?!" She struggled to get up, looking back at him with cold eyes.
She no longer concealed her inner anxiety, she pushed him away fiercely to prevent him from taking a step closer to the bed, sneered, "The more Fusang, this game is where I started, and I will end it naturally. Now, I said, It's over! Because there is no one in the Luo Sect to stop you anymore, you can go back to your Changqing Palace and continue to be the exalted, high-ranking young palace lord in your paintings! You can also bring so-called decent people to fight against Yin Luo. Teach, and I can only wait to die obediently!"
"You should actually be very happy, right? You are finally free, controlled by my demon, and trampling your dignity under your feet, you deserve to hate me. You should be familiar with this medicine, right?"
The last sentence stuck straight into Yue Fusang's heart.
He held the position of his heart, only to feel the pain there, as if he had been pierced away by life, the pain was unforgettable. The cool breeze of free **** blew from my heart, cold to the whole body.
"I won't..." He wanted to explain anxiously, opened his mouth, and when he met her dark red eyes, suddenly he couldn't say a word.
What should he say? Everything nowadays is his own making. At the beginning, they were in opposition, almost reaching the point of incompatible, wanting to make each other disappear into the world. Later, he turned a blind eye to all the women's favors. Every time my heart is shaken, I can think of how the woman led countless disciples and killed him in the Changqing Palace. The blood stained the wide road outside the Changqing Palace.
He took the initiative to walk out, looking at the woman high above, sitting in the carriage noble and gorgeous, with her peachy eyes looking at him contemptuously.
As if speaking silently: What if you are praised by female cultivators from the rivers and lakes? If I want, you will always be a dog under my Yin Manshu's feet.
The pill that restrained the cultivation base was thrown at his feet, the porcelain bottle rolled several times, and stopped in front of him. He looked down, and the killing continued behind him. At that moment, his hands were squeezed tightly. He had thought about whether he would do his best to go up and die with Yin Manshu. But, she died, because the demon of Luojiao lost control, she would definitely have endless revenge on Changqing Palace.
He dare not bet, because he has weaknesses. In the end, he slowly lowered his waist, as if along with his pride, bowing his head to the woman with sarcasm in his eyes.
He took the medicine, his hands and feet were chained, and in the eyes of his respected father and his disciples, he was taken away like a slave.
At that time, in any case, he could not have feelings for women. Even if life is held in her palm, he can't produce feelings.
But, since when did that woman plant a seed in his heart silently