"Although the smell of blood is good, I don't like you to be smeared with other people's smell.
Even the smell of blood is not good.
If you want to smear it, you can only smear it with my own."
The Ninth Prince said, and flew directly with An Qing in his arms.
He got up, leaving behind Shi Qinghe, who was lying limply on the ground and passed out from blood loss, and the four bewildered girls, who were stunned there.
In the bedroom of a certain prince, An Qing was pressed on the soft couch by the window by a certain prince.
Then he arranged the chess pieces and said while playing: "When I was a child, my mother-in-law always liked to give me the things she liked to eat.
The king ate, but I didn’t like it, so I destroyed all the things she liked to eat until she didn’t like to eat them.
Now she only likes to eat what I like to eat.
The son-in-law you recruited is not worthy of you.
I asked Liu Dan to watch him, let him bleed to death, and then threw him into the mountains to feed the wolves, because I was in a bad mood when I saw him, especially since he claimed to be yours.
Husband, the Ninth Prince expressed his love in his unique way, but An Qing felt that this Ninth Prince was becoming more and more similar to a certain Ninth Prince, and she wanted to break this state of affairs.
An Qing knew the plot.
She knew that in the plot, Shi Qinghe finally used the wealth of the Yang family to get an official position and took refuge in the Ninth Prince.
She coughed twice and said straight to the point: "Ninth Prince, actually you said so much, in the end What I want to get is the Yang family’s wealth.”
The Ninth Prince chuckled lightly, nodded and said: "In the beginning, what I wanted most was indeed the Yang family's wealth, but now what I want most is you, because there will never be anyone like you again in this world.
She is a woman who suits my king’s taste.”
"Prince Heweitou, is he referring to An Qing who chopped down his own husband, or is he referring to An Qing holding a bloody knife without shaking his hand, or is he referring to An Qing hearing that you killed An Qing's husband, An Qing There was no reaction at all."
An Qing just wanted to put aside the relationship with the Ninth Prince who was becoming more and more "familiar" and told him the cruelest side of himself.
"What you mentioned is my favorite.
What should I do?
No matter how bloody, cold-blooded or cruel, I like them all.
What should I do?"
The Ninth Prince is a human spirit and has long seen through An.
Qing thought, so he deliberately raised his lips and smiled.
An Qing looked at the Ninth Prince with a stiff face and suppressed a blush.
In the end, he only said one sentence: "Your Majesty, your taste is really strong."
"Because it's you, I like you no matter what you are.
I like you as much as you have different tastes, as long as it's you."
A certain prince gently stroked An Qing's somewhat disheveled hair, and the smile on his face was extremely bright.
"Host, reminder, solemn reminder.
A dangerous person appears.
By the way, I would like to remind you that this person has probably practiced the 100 love words that touch you the most."
A warning sound came from a certain system, followed by a reminder that made people laugh or cry.
This kind of warning only appeared when An Qing met a certain Ninth Prince.
She bit her lip and cautiously tried: "You are the Ninth Prince."
"I am Xuan Yi, and in front of you I am just Xuan Yi."
The Ninth Prince stroked An Qing's hair with his hand, gently pinched her little face, and said every word.
"Xuan Yi" At this moment, An Qing seemed to be confused.
She resisted the forced feelings, but she could not resist the gentle affection.
And her soul filled with countless mission memories seemed to be revived at this moment.
She thought of a lot of people, some of whom were blurry and some who were still very clear.
Those people undoubtedly had one or more similarities with the Xuan Yi in front of her.
An Qing stretched out his hand and touched Xuan Yi's handsome cheeks and his sharp eyebrows like blades.
There was a trace of confusion in his eyes: "Xuan Yi, who are you?"
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