?Obeying him and obeying him seemed to have become an intuition, an instinct, and a natural thing engraved in the bones and blood.
It takes great courage to resist His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin.
Ling Feng bit his lip, shut up angrily and stood aside.
Since ancient times, beautiful women have always been the source of trouble! The ancients were right! Ling Feng's eyes were red, his hands clenched into fists, and he stared at Su Luo coldly and mercilessly.
Nangong Liuyun stuffed the dagger into Su Luo's hand, smiling calmly but seductively, pointing to his chest, and coaxing her softly: "Come, stab here, it will make you feel better, dear."
His face was calm without any warmth, and he grabbed Su Luo's hand forcefully, leaving her no room to resist.
Su Luo was both frightened and angry, and she screamed, "Nangong Liuyun, that's enough! It's really enough!"
Nangong Liuyun held her hand tightly, a seductive smile curling up at the corner of his mouth, as intoxicating as the cherry blossoms in March. He would not allow her to refuse, and grasped the wrist holding the dagger, pointing the tip of the knife at the center of his heart.
"You know, no one ever dares to say a word about what I, Nangong Liuyun, do, and I never care about other people's opinions. However, you, Su Luo, are an exception." Nangong grabbed her hand, his eyes cold, "You can take revenge, come on, vent your anger."
Nangong Liuyun looked at her with his dark eyes, looking deeply into her eyes. Using her hand, he pointed the tip of the knife at his heart, the most fatal pulse point.
No matter how high your martial arts skills are, the heart is always fatal. A single stab can bring down even the most powerful warrior.
He held her hand tightly, his whole body calm and expressionless, only moving closer and closer, aggressively, forcing her to kill him.
Su Luo shook her head again and again, trying hard to pry his hands apart. She only murmured, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean to hurt you."
But Nangong Liuyun turned a deaf ear and just smiled faintly, his smile as brilliant and lonely as the fireworks in March.
He was clearly smiling, yet his pupils seemed indifferent. At this moment, he was like an eagle in the dark night, cold, lonely, yet domineering.
He touched Su Luo's face and called her name: "Luoluo, I am sincere to you..."
Before he finished speaking, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he pressed her hand down hard and stabbed it towards his chest!
Su Luo's tears suddenly welled up.
This person is simply a devil!
It's ok that he's cruel to others, but he's also so cruel to himself!
At the last moment, Su Luo used all her strength to deflect the dagger, stabbing it towards his shoulder and collarbone, narrowly avoiding the fatal heart.
Seeing him so exhausted that he was almost suffocating, it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids, but he still looked at her and smiled with his deep eyes without blinking.
Su Luo clenched her fists, and she understood instantly.
Nangong Liuyun was plotting against her with his life, pressing her step by step and setting traps all the time!
He is gambling!
He was betting that she would avoid the vital point at the last moment, he was betting that she, Su Luo, would not bear to see him die, he was betting that she, Su Luo, did not have no feelings for him!
Such a man has scheming, cunning, strategy, strong strength and abundant capital. If a woman is given a chance by a man like this, she will never be able to escape.
He said she was the exception.
Is it possible that in all these years, he has only given himself a chance?
Suddenly, Su Luo's mind flashed with the beautiful woman who was as pure as the wind.
Could it be that he never gave the Fairy Yao Chi a chance?
Obeying him and obeying him seemed to have become an intuition, an instinct, and a natural thing engraved in the bones and blood.
It takes great courage to resist His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin.
Ling Feng bit his lip, shut up angrily and stood aside.
Since ancient times, beautiful women have always been the source of trouble! The ancients were right! Ling Feng's eyes were red, his hands clenched into fists, and he stared at Su Luo coldly and mercilessly.
Nangong Liuyun stuffed the dagger into Su Luo's hand, smiling calmly but seductively, pointing to his chest, and coaxing her softly: "Come, stab here, it will make you feel better, dear."
His face was calm without any warmth, and he grabbed Su Luo's hand forcefully, leaving her no room to resist.
Su Luo was both frightened and angry, and she screamed, "Nangong Liuyun, that's enough! It's really enough!"
Nangong Liuyun held her hand tightly, a seductive smile curling up at the corner of his mouth, as intoxicating as the cherry blossoms in March. He would not allow her to refuse, and grasped the wrist holding the dagger, pointing the tip of the knife at the center of his heart.
"You know, no one ever dares to say a word about what I, Nangong Liuyun, do, and I never care about other people's opinions. However, you, Su Luo, are an exception." Nangong grabbed her hand, his eyes cold, "You can take revenge, come on, vent your anger."
Nangong Liuyun looked at her with his dark eyes, looking deeply into her eyes. Using her hand, he pointed the tip of the knife at his heart, the most fatal pulse point.
No matter how high your martial arts skills are, the heart is always fatal. A single stab can bring down even the most powerful warrior.
He held her hand tightly, his whole body calm and expressionless, only moving closer and closer, aggressively, forcing her to kill him.
Su Luo shook her head again and again, trying hard to pry his hands apart. She only murmured, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean to hurt you."
But Nangong Liuyun turned a deaf ear and just smiled faintly, his smile as brilliant and lonely as the fireworks in March.
He was clearly smiling, yet his pupils seemed indifferent. At this moment, he was like an eagle in the dark night, cold, lonely, yet domineering.
He touched Su Luo's face and called her name: "Luoluo, I am sincere to you..."
Before he finished speaking, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he pressed her hand down hard and stabbed it towards his chest!
Su Luo's tears suddenly welled up.
This person is simply a devil!
It's ok that he's cruel to others, but he's also so cruel to himself!
At the last moment, Su Luo used all her strength to deflect the dagger, stabbing it towards his shoulder and collarbone, narrowly avoiding the fatal heart.
Seeing him so exhausted that he was almost suffocating, it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids, but he still looked at her and smiled with his deep eyes without blinking.
Su Luo clenched her fists, and she understood instantly.
Nangong Liuyun was plotting against her with his life, pressing her step by step and setting traps all the time!
He is gambling!
He was betting that she would avoid the vital point at the last moment, he was betting that she, Su Luo, would not bear to see him die, he was betting that she, Su Luo, did not have no feelings for him!
Such a man has scheming, cunning, strategy, strong strength and abundant capital. If a woman is given a chance by a man like this, she will never be able to escape.
He said she was the exception.
Is it possible that in all these years, he has only given himself a chance?
Suddenly, Su Luo's mind flashed with the beautiful woman who was as pure as the wind.
Could it be that he never gave the Fairy Yao Chi a chance?
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