Chapter 611 ruthless killing, cold and forced question

The tip of his nose was full of intoxicating fragrance. The sweet poison on the woman's lips invaded his taste buds. In an instant, his mind was empty. He could feel his trembling from his bones and running in the blood like a stream, and his palms could not stand it, sliding from her temples to the back of his neck.

The tip of his tongue is extremely remembered, so it is getting slower and slower. He almost tried his best to stay gentle, patiently traced the soft outline of the cherry lips, and tasted the sweetness of her breath.

He is never unfamiliar with erotica, but it is the first time he has kissed so emotionally.

So he cherished and was even a little frightened. He was afraid that she would suddenly reject and refuse and push him away, so he restrained his already anxious desire, tried to let her accept it, and then sink with him.

He was still trembling and green, like a teenager who was in love finally got what he wanted. She seemed to be unable to stop so shallowly. Her arms suddenly wrapped around his neck, and the lilac tongue opened his hot and trembling lips.

He clearly felt a white light and lightning piercing into his brain. After a bang, all restraint collapsed.

He turned over and took the initiative without any scruples.

With endless entanglement and demand, he completely sank into this kiss.

He subconsciously walked around the body of the person in his arms, from the thin shoulders to the plumpness on his chest. Through his soft clothes, he felt her enthusiasm and trembling. No matter how hard he could breathe, he hurriedly got rid of her lips and tongue, and shouted her name close to his ear - beautiful scenery, beautiful scenery, do you know who I am, please... ...Call my name.

The seductive body emanating from her skirt is so deadly that it makes it difficult for him to bear it.

When he loosened her skirt with his teeth, her palms also leaned into her underwear and stuck to his skin.

Dajun's body suddenly tightened, and his crazy kiss stopped for a while. Only the scorchedness of the blood became more and more crazy and rushed straight to the spirit.

But he heard her response and raised his extremely soft voice.

"Your Highness." She kissed him in the ear and called softly.

Dajun suddenly opened his eyes, and his confused and fanatical eyes seemed to suddenly freeze.

He held her confused and anxious palm, and then raised his arm slightly.

The light was still bright. He looked at the corners of his eyes for a long time, and the corners of his lips rolled gently.

This smile was so charming and affectionate that the woman who was panicked because of his sudden cessation of enthusiasm sighed slightly and returned with an extremely beautiful smile. She firmly attracted his eyes with the bright autumn waves. Her slender jade fingers pressed against his clothes and moved to the knot on her skirt.

His smile became more and more enchanting.

He had seen her face clearly, but the hot desire in his lower abdomen did not retreat, but became more and more hot.

What does this mean?

The woman shouted softly because her wrist was suddenly pulled up, and then her whole body was pulled up involuntarily.

But his eyes were still so warm that she didn't feel threatened, only more and more addicted.

So, even if he pulled him to stagger out of the bed and pressed against the wall, when his hot body was forced over, the woman was still addicted to this ambiguous atmosphere and did not feel danger.

"Just now, did you hear what I was calling you?" He asked, and his breath burned her ear.

The hoarse and * voice made the woman obsessed, so she foolishly repeated the name he kept calling when he was confused.

Dajun smiled and took a slight step back to see the woman in front of him.

One palm still stroked her hair, but one palm quietly moved to the sword rack beside her.

With a "thon" sound, the cold light was pressing, and the woman was not too scared to see a red light.

Then I felt the severe pain in my neck.

But only for a few breaths, she was no longer conscious.

"Come on!" The king put the blood-stained sword on the ground, stepped back a few steps, and systematically removed the red-dyed underwear.

Two maids in white entered silently, glanced at the fallen body coldly, only frowned slightly, and turned a blind eye to the king to change clothes.

"Clean up." Dajun coldly threw away, walked away a few steps, put his hands on the wall, and looked down at the water in the copper wash to reflect the blood stains on his face.

The scorching in the body has not receded.

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

It turned out that the only thing he knew most was her voice.

So she was confused by the infatuation of the bitch, creating hallucinations and desires, but awakened by strange voices.

Only with his voice did he know that it was not her.

Dajun suddenly picked up the cold water in the copper wash and splashed it on his face, wiped it with a white towel and brushed his sleeves away.

The green bamboo in the green garden is whispering in the soft wind of the spring night.

The king stepped on the moonlight with heavy steps and quickly approached the bright lights in Xiao Xiaozhu's shadow.

Ying hasn't slept yet. She is talking to Pan'er and listening to the maid talking about Xiliang's customs.

The man with a dark look outside the brocade curtain stopped, and his fingers were already hung on the brocade, but he was deadlocked.

He heard her ask, "Why am I not impressed at all, as if I didn't know this at all before, but I clearly know the solar terms you mentioned about Qingming and the Dragon Boat Festival."

"Madam was originally the Xiliang who just came with the emperor. I don't know if these are reasonable. The maidservant also heard several maids from Xinjue and Jiu Ci. The wife, like the maidservant, used to live in Dalong." Pan'er's explanation is limited to this. Dajun has not instructed her to tell his wife more about the past.

Dajun waved his arm, and the shadow of the lamp shone on his face. He saw her leaning on the noble concubine's chair, her hair hanging on the red spring shirt, reflecting the magnolia-like face as calm as water. After hearing the sound, his eyes were slightly surprised, and his body subconsciously left the pillow, was lazy and leisurely, and quickly recovered. It is dignified and solemn.

"Get out." The king waved his hand to Pan'er and looked motionless at the scenery as hastily standing up. She shrank away from her eyes, and the fingertips hanging beside her trembled clearly.

He gradually approached her, not allowing her to retreat and tighten her wrist.

He wants to be in the past. If she still has a memory, she will definitely not retreat. He will look up at him with a slight cheek, full of indifference and sarcasm: "What do you want to do?" It should be questioned like this.

Instead of being so panicked like in front of you.

His throat seemed to be choked by something. Dajun clearly lengthned his breath, but he was still so anxious.

The burning in the blood devours reason inch by inch, and the bottom of his eyes gradually breeds with enthusiasm.

"I heard that you are incusing about your identity?" His voice was hoarse, and he felt that she was struggling and holding her wrist more tightly. The two were close at hand.

"It's really hard to feel at ease if you don't even know who you are." Her voice trembled, as if she were frightened, so her wrist subconsciously earned a few times.

"I don't want to hurt you. Don't move." He lowered his head, pressed his figure on her, and tilted the corners of his lips: "Are you still looking into the relationship between me?"

Her eyes were really nowhere to be placed, and she met him tremblingly. The corners of her eyes were red, and her tears were hazy for a moment.

This is not the person he is familiar with. The stubborn and proud girl, who never shows weakness in front of him, but the king is still so frightened and frightened, and his heart is soft under the endless aggrieved gaze, but the anxiety in his body is getting more and more difficult to hold. He loosens her wrist and puts it on her shoulder.

"What kind of relationship do you want to have with me, fifth sister?"

"I don't know..." She retreated, but was firmly locked by his fingers. The calmness in his eyes gradually faded, and her hot eyes made her overwhelmed. His approach was more threatening. She clearly felt the faint blood and heavy wine on his body, and her body suddenly stiff.

"I don't remember anything. I don't know everyone around me." Her tears slid down and did not try to struggle and refuse, but her eyes became more and more frightened and helpless: "I feel that I am your prisoner, but Pan said that it is not so. It's good that you are sincere to me, but I don't understand why I'm afraid of you. You didn't harm me, but I'm just afraid..."

Her shrinkage made him angry and made him unwilling. The king held people tightly in his arms, and this time he was fiercely resisted by her.

He lowered his face, and the anxiety in his body was difficult to control. He firmly held her chin and did not let her avoid it, and kissed her despite the tears on her face.

Bloody and wine forced more and more clearly to the beautiful scenery, subconsciously avoid his hot lips, and felt his rapid breath resounding through his ears. The beautiful scenery pushed heavily and staggered back, but was immediately pulled back by him. His eyes were feverish and cold, forcing her to look at her: "Don't you really remember me, or pretend to be? So that I can neglect to get rid of me? Fifth sister, no matter how you hide it, your indifference and disgust can't be concealed. If you really lose your memory, why do you still reject it so much!"

"Don't do this, I'm uncomfortable, I'm really uncomfortable..." She cried, resolutely avoided his forced lips and strong breath again, gasped heavily, and suddenly her whole body bent down and made a dry nausea.

The harsh voice is undoubtedly a satire on him.

Dajun sneered, but let go of his palms. He saw her squatting down, holding the handle of the chair in one hand, holding the skirt tightly in the other, and still vomiting.

"Five sister, you hate me so much, so you can't disguise it." He gritted his teeth tightly and felt stuffy and painful. I don't know why his eyes were sore. He shook his head and took a step back: "Five sister, don't try to deceive in vain. I won't relax my vigilance. I will never let you go."

He wanted to make her despair and no longer pretend. He hoped that she would still be the stubborn girl before, who would sneer at him, instead of being afraid, not showing weakness, but somehow, after saying such words, he finally felt piercing. .

Dajun doesn't even want to stay in this room for a moment, and he doesn't want to look at the woman who hates his dry vomiting.

Fly go away.

but I heard a muffled sound.

"Five sisters!" The man stepped forward with an arrow and hugged the woman with a pale face and fainted in his arms.

Yi Jing's eyes closed tightly, and her face gradually turned blue and purple. She was unaware of the king's call and shaking. Her arms drooped weakly, and her fingertips were still stained with tears.

"Pan'er, go and see a good doctor."

The man picked up the ignorant woman and rushed straight into the inner room and carefully put her on the bed.

All anger disintegrated and replaced by a lot of fear.

He half knelt in front of the bed, holding her cold palm, regretting.