Chapter 143 Jing Li has been spoiled

A cold light appeared in Yin Xiuzhen's eyes. She turned her face and smiled slightly and said, "I also thought of this, so you not only want to kill Jing Li, but also have to bring Zhaoyu back to me. No matter what the outcome is, I want to see people and die, do you know?"

"Yes! I know!"

"Then you step back!" Yin Xiuzhen said gently. Originally, Qingchen was going to explore the wind. Seeing Yin Xiuzhen like this, it seemed that she couldn't find anything, so she bent down and walked back. After she left, Aunt Hua came out after her own account and looked at Yin Xiuzhen puzzledly and said, "Master, did you let go of Qingchen like this?"

"Do you think this is the original personality?" Yin Xiuzhen smiled coldly and whispered, "Qingchen, Jing Li! These bitches surnamed Jing, if my son really has something to do, you will all be buried for my son.

Outside the window, the sky became darker and darker. In Jing Li's military tent, Mo Yan was still struggling to death. His hands were tied and his clothes had been changed into new ones. It seemed that someone had bathed him, and his hair was scattered. With that panicked face, he also felt very touching. .

For Jing Li's age, it can be divided into two types. One is the physical age, so Mo Yan is just right at this time. However, when it comes to the age in his heart, Jing Li feels that he has some old women Huaichun. Although Yin Zhaoyu's death is dusty, she also knows that Mo Yan is innocent. The fame is so widespread that it can only be pitiful Mo Yan.

In fact, Jing Li just scared him at the beginning, but who knew that now that in this way, she was difficult to get off the tiger, Jing Li poured another glass of wine. She took a few sips, so that there was a smell of wine in her mouth and throat. Jing Li parted past her face and looked at Mo Yan, who was struggling freely, and she left step by step. In the past.

"Your Majesty, there is a debt and a master. The death of the palace master Qiansui really has nothing to do with me. Just let me go!" Mo Yan's anxious voice was full of crying, and his whole little face was blushing. Jing Li thought he had no childhood fetish, but now he couldn't help but be a little moved.

"Your Majesty..."

"Shut up!" Jing Li couldn't help shivering secretly. Didn't his soft and sweet voice clearly mean that he wanted to do something about himself? He stared at him and saw that he was no more naughty as usual. Now his shirt is half faded, and he is extremely amorous.

Being looked at by Jing Li's eyes, Mo Yan was shy and angry. He stared at Jing Li fiercely and said, "Okay, you are cruel! Even if I die, I won't let you get what you want. I'll bite my tongue and kill myself now!"

After saying that, Mo Yan immediately opened his mouth. At this time, Jing Li sat down to **. She reached out and pinched Mo Yan's face, suddenly leaned over his face, and kissed him fiercely.

"You...you, my... put your mouth..." Mo Yan never thought that Jing Li would suddenly rush over like this without any warning. His body was pressed by a soft body, and his hands were tied up. He could only flutter his feet helplessly.

But in the gap between his words, Jing Li has stretched out his tongue into his mouth, with heartache for Zhaoyu and hatred for Qingchen. She tossed and gnawed and kissed, and her hands were not idle all the time. She reached between his legs and held that place**.

"You...ah..." Jing Li's soft hand shocked Mo Yan's whole body. He was stunned and did not move, and his body brought him unprecedented shock, as well as the puzzled panic.

"It's really useless!" Retracting his hand and seeing what was in his hand, Jing Li curled his lips. This is what is often said in the book! After wiping away the sting in his hand, Jing Li did it by the bedside. This time, Mo Yan was quiet. He did not move. The feeling of his whole body just like an electric shock was still not like me. He looked at Jing Li in a little stunned.

He has never looked at a woman so seriously. Only then did he find the difference between men and women. After a small episode just now, Jing Li's face turned red and his breath was a little short. After kissing him, his lips were still stained with water, and his plump mouth made him want to bite.

He shook his head violently and woke up his thoughts. Then he looked at Jing Li with infinite sadness, biting his lower lip with his teeth, as if he was about to cry.

Jing Li turned his head and looked at him and said with a cold smile, "Now, you are already my person. What's wrong? Is there a feeling of wanting to die?"

Mo Yan nodded and shook his head suddenly. He said like a mosquito, "You have bullied me. Can you let me go?"

"Go?" Jing Li smiled again, stretched out her hand and raised his chin. Looking at his red face, an evil thought came out of Jing Li's body. She smiled coldly and said, "Do you know? There are only two kinds of people to be my Jingli man.

"Which two?" Mo Yan asked stupidly.

Jing Li smiled slightly and said, "One is a man who lives beside me, and the other is a man who dies beside others. Which one do you think you want to do?"

Mo Yan trembled inexplicably. He clenched his lower lip and didn't say a word. Jing Li glanced at him, reached out and picked up the silver needle that had been placed there on the table, put it in the red candle and burned red. He walked to Mo Yan step by step.

Mo Yan seemed to have a premonition of a bad result. He struggled to shrink to the innermost part of the bed. Jing Li came to him, pulled a bundle of strong little hand, and put the red-hot silver needle straight to it, saying something.

I only smelled a burning smell of meat, and Mo Yan's loud roar, which caused the knife stationed outside and Jing Feng to look at each other. Jing Feng's face was obviously jealous, and he said jokingly, "Listen to Mo Yan's roar, how hard it is. Has the emperor been abstinent for too long?"

"Tut up!" Jing Feng took a white look, and then walked further. In the room, Mo Yan's face was pale, and bean-sized sweat oozed from his forehead. Drops fell one by one. He gritted his teeth to stop the pain in his mouth. It seemed that Jing Li stopped after a year. She seemed to be very satisfied with her masterpiece, and then I put the silver needle back again.

Mo Yan looked at the palm of his hand with a different face. In the heart of his white and tender hand, he suddenly saw four big words, and it was written on it: "Jing Li has been spoiled!"

Mo Yan suddenly felt ashamed and angry. He said with tears, "Your Majesty, you bully people too much. I asked myself that there was nothing wrong with you. Why did you do this to me?"