His eyes were frivolous, moving slowly from top to bottom. When he landed on the bulge on his chest, he paused slightly. He raised his brows, and his eyes seemed to say, you understand.

"I want you to die!"

Gritting his teeth, Ling Mulao looked at the naughty and evil Nangong Yi and wanted to take a bite of him.

However, when he looked at her like this, her heartbeat suddenly increased, and a warm air spread from her heart.

"Girl, you can't curse your husband." Nangong Yi raised his finger and shook it: "Since you like me, do you dare to kiss me automatically?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked provocatively.

Ling Mulao raised her head and looked into those eyes that seemed to be mocking her timidity, grinding her teeth to the point of chattering.

She is an iron-blooded killer, capable of taking life and death. She is not afraid of taking a step forward with swords and swords. Now it is just a kiss and the touch of lips. What is she afraid of?

"Girl, I know you don't dare!"

With a low sigh, Nangong Yi looked contemptuous, slowly released his palm and stepped back.

Suddenly, just when he was about to retreat, a pair of jade hands suddenly grabbed the collar of his chest. A hint of slyness in his eyes fleetingly disappeared, and the next second, gentle red lips covered him domineeringly.

Ling Mulao stood on her tiptoes and grabbed Nangong Yi. Her heart skipped a beat, she raised her head and kissed him.

The arms were hung around the neck, the tip of the tongue was rolling, biting the thin lips, domineering and wanton, resisting the lingering love between death, panting but not letting go.

The urgent and turbulent love, the exaggerated and brutal kiss, it is a very feminine attitude!

Ling Mulao's kiss can be said to be "unprecedented and unprecedented". The kiss was as timeless as ever, and the kiss was as spectacular as the sky.

The red-clothed corpse, whose acupoints had been tapped, almost stared out of its blood-red eyes when seeing this exaggerated scene.

It is said that women in their forties are like wolves and tigers, but I never thought that this young woman in her prime was actually more terrifying than a jackal.

"Breathe in, breathe in"

Ling Mulao's eyes were filled with stars when he kissed her. He let go of Nangong Yi's lips and immediately gasped for air.

"Come again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he held the back of his head with his big palm. Nangong Yi lowered his head and gave him another domineering kiss.

Tossing and turning, the love is endless, biting, rubbing, and sucking deeply, as if the other person is the most delicious food in the world.

The moonlight is bright and the breeze is gentle.

An unquiet night, but a passionate night.

Sparse shadows fall, dark shadows flicker.

I saw clothes fluttering, sword energy cutting through the night, the guards at the door of the prison fell down immediately, and several figures flashed in.

At the head, Nangong Qi's face was as bright as the sun, and his face was dark. He held a sharp sword in one hand, followed by Feng Yan and other attendants. Wherever he passed, there was blood.

"key!"

With an angry shout, the sword pointed at the guard guarding the sky prison.

"Give!"

The jailer had never experienced life and death. When he saw someone coming to rob the prison, his feet trembled with fear and he took out the key from his arms tremblingly.

"then!"

Nangong Qi kicked his foot, and the bunch of keys drew a beautiful arc in the air. He turned his wrist and slashed it away with a sword without mercy.

When Feng Yan saw this, he jumped up, took the key, and turned around in mid-air, blood splattered everywhere.

Secretly sighing in his heart, their Ninth Prince has finally grown up, and the romantic and flirtatious "Flower Master" can now take charge of his own business.

A few people took the keys, cleared out all the jailers, and then quickly walked to the corner of the prison.

The light was dark and extremely humid, and the air exuded the stench of rotting corpses and the stench of blood. The two smells were intertwined and disgusting. His eyes were frivolous, slowly walking up and down, and when he landed on the bulge on his chest

He paused slightly, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to say, you understand.

"I want you to die!"

Gritting his teeth, Ling Mulao looked at the naughty and evil Nangong Yi and wanted to take a bite of him.

However, when he looked at her like this, her heartbeat suddenly increased, and a warm air spread from her heart.

"Girl, you can't curse your husband." Nangong Yi raised his finger and shook it: "Since you like me, do you dare to kiss me automatically?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked provocatively.

Ling Mulao raised her head and looked into those eyes that seemed to be mocking her timidity, grinding her teeth to the point of chattering.

She is an iron-blooded killer, capable of taking life and death. She is not afraid of taking a step forward with swords and swords. Now it is just a kiss and the touch of lips. What is she afraid of?

"Girl, I know you don't dare!"

With a low sigh, Nangong Yi looked contemptuous, slowly released his palm and stepped back.

Suddenly, just when he was about to retreat, a pair of jade hands suddenly grabbed the collar of his chest. A hint of slyness in his eyes fleetingly disappeared, and the next second, gentle red lips covered him domineeringly.

Ling Mulao stood on her tiptoes and grabbed Nangong Yi. Her heart skipped a beat, she raised her head and kissed him.

The arms were hung around the neck, the tip of the tongue was rolling, biting the thin lips, domineering and wanton, resisting the lingering love between death, panting but not letting go.

The urgent and turbulent love, the exaggerated and brutal kiss, it is a very feminine attitude!

Ling Mulao's kiss can be said to be "unprecedented and unprecedented". The kiss was as timeless as ever, and the kiss was as spectacular as the sky.

The red-clothed corpse, whose acupoints had been tapped, almost stared out of its blood-red eyes when seeing this exaggerated scene.

It is said that women in their forties are like wolves and tigers, but I never thought that this young woman in her prime was actually more terrifying than a jackal.

"Breathe in, breathe in"

Ling Mulao's eyes were filled with stars when he kissed her. He let go of Nangong Yi's lips and immediately gasped for air.

"Come again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he held the back of his head with his big palm. Nangong Yi lowered his head and gave him another domineering kiss.

Tossing and turning, the love is endless, biting, rubbing, and sucking deeply, as if the other person is the most delicious food in the world.

The moonlight is bright and the breeze is gentle.

An unquiet night, but a passionate night.

Sparse shadows fall, dark shadows flicker.

I saw clothes fluttering, sword energy cutting through the night, the guards at the door of the prison fell down immediately, and several figures flashed in.

At the head, Nangong Qi's face was as bright as the sun, and his face was dark. He held a sharp sword in one hand, followed by Feng Yan and other attendants. Wherever he passed, there was blood.

"key!"

With an angry shout, the sword pointed at the guard guarding the sky prison.

"Give!"

The jailer had never experienced life and death. When he saw someone coming to rob the prison, his feet trembled with fear and he took out the key from his arms tremblingly.

"then!"

Nangong Qi kicked his foot, and the bunch of keys drew a beautiful arc in the air. He turned his wrist and slashed it away with a sword without mercy.

When Feng Yan saw this, he jumped up, took the key, and turned around in mid-air, blood splattered everywhere.

Secretly sighing in his heart, their Ninth Prince has finally grown up, and the romantic and flirtatious "Flower Master" can now take charge of his own business.

A few people took the keys, cleared out all the jailers, and then quickly walked to the corner of the prison.
Chapter completed!