That man was none other than Jing Moye.Feng Shuying's voice trembled a little: "Wang ......
Rajah?
”Jing Moye glanced at her coyly, and threw a piece of rope in front of her: "Who tied it?"
”As soon as Feng Shuying looked at this frame, she knew that he had climbed through the window to come in.The tripwire at the window, which looks ordinary, is actually extremely lethal, and under normal circumstances, once it is on, it is easy to be tied up by that rope and hang up.At this time, the rope was destroyed, and Jing Mohao was not only safe and sound, but also did not make the slightest movement, which was enough to show that the rope she had carefully prepared was useless to him.She scolded her mother in her heart, everyone here has a sick brain, she doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, one climbs the window, the other pries the door, and breaks into the girl's boudoir in the middle of the night!
She was well-behaved and sensible on her face: "I was afraid that my uncle would harm me, so I tied a rope by the window in order to protect myself." ”"If I had known that the prince would be coming tonight, I would never have put such a thing by the window."
Jing Moye's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, and he hooked his finger at her.Feng Shuying didn't want to go over at all, but remembered the scene when he was cutting Chen Yansheng in the Buddhist temple today, and didn't dare to disobey his intentions, so he walked over with a smile.Jing Moye's hand pressed down and motioned for her to squat.She didn't know what he was going to do, so she squatted down cooperatively: "Lord Wang, you came to me in the middle of the night, did I miss me?"
”Jing Moye's eyelids twitched, glanced at her and said, "Miss you?"
Do you deserve it?
”Feng Shuying: "......"
No matter how fast she reacts, she can't answer this.Jing Moye's patience was exhausted, and his big hand pressed on her shoulder.She was unprepared for a moment, and was pressed to sit on the ground next to the bed, and the movement was so great that her internal organs were trembling.She looked at Jing Moye and crashed directly into his cold, deep, irritable and murderous eyes.His aura was too powerful, and the movement was too aggressive, and her body shook uncontrollably.He reached out and pinched her chin, bloodthirsty murderous intent rolling in his heart, his hand slowly moving to her neck.His palms were large, his knuckles were slender, and her neck was slender and white, and his hand could break her neck with only a little force.At this moment, Feng Shuying had a feeling of being targeted by a fierce beast, and sweat oozed from her back.She reached out and grabbed his hand and asked, "Lord Wang, what's wrong with you?"
”Jing Moye didn't answer her question, and she saw a flash of red light in his eyes.Surprised, she drew a meditation talisman in the air and pressed it on the back of his hand.Jing Moye only felt that the whole person was much clearer all of a sudden, and the anger in his heart suddenly dispersed a lot.He asked, "Are you from the Xuanmen?"
”Feng Shuying is a person in the Daomen, and the Daomen and the Xuanmen can be equated, but the original owner is not.She shook her head decisively: "Lord Wang, you are mistaken, I am not from the Xuanmen." ”Jing Moye's eyelids drooped slightly: "You're not?"
Then you're a waste, and a waste doesn't deserve to live. ”He pressed his hand around her neck so hard that she felt like she couldn't breathe for a moment.When she first saw him, she knew he was crazy, but she really didn't expect him to be so crazy!
She was pinched and couldn't speak at all, and tried her best to draw a talisman.At the moment of Fu Cheng, Jing Moye instantly felt weakness all over his body, and as soon as the hand holding her neck was released, he fell off the bed.When he fell, because his hand was out of strength, it naturally drooped down, and it landed directly on her chest.Feng Shuying: "......"
Jing Moye: "......"
The variable was not thought of by either of them, and they were both stunned.Feng Shuying's throat itched terribly, and she coughed violently.Jing Moye didn't move, and asked her, "What did you do to this king just now?"
”He tried to move his hand, the touch under it was very subtle, he had never felt it before, and he was slightly curious.Feng Shuying's throat was too uncomfortable, and he couldn't take care of him for the time being, so he reached out and pinched it twice.Feng Shuying: "......"
Is this an addiction to taking advantage of?
What the hell!
She wanted to reach out and push him away, but she couldn't muster the strength to push him away.She was about to be blown up, and felt that she couldn't eat this kind of loss, so she simply stopped pushing him, and directly met him, biting him on the lip.Jing Moye's body stiffened, and the uneasy hand stopped.Four eyes face each other, one pair of eyes burning with rage, one pair of eyes full of danger.Jing Moye pressed her back to the ground: "You are so bold!"
”After Feng Shuying met his eyes, his reason returned.She remembered that this thing was the biggest villain here, and even the male protagonist was made to death by him, not someone she could offend.She lowered her head slightly, and said a little embarrassedly: "I have been in love with the prince for a long time, and I really can't help it, please forgive the prince!"
”Jing Moye turned over and sat on the ground, and said coldly: "Do you think this king will believe your nonsense?"
”Feng Shuying: "......"
She felt from the bottom of her heart that this man was too difficult to handle, like a neurotic, and she couldn't figure out his thoughts at all.She stubbornly said: "What I just said is what I said from my heart." ”"Although this sounds too bold and uncourteous at first glance, I am an unmarried couple with the prince, so it should not hurt to be bold."
Jing Moye looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, and said lightly: "This king will ask you one last time, are you from the Xuanmen?"
”Feng Shuying was afraid that she would say something negative, so he reached out to pinch her again, and if he did it again, she would really be strangled to death by him.She said, "I'm not from the Xuanmen, but I'm interested in these things and have learned a little. ”Jing Moye snorted coldly and said, "A woman who doesn't have a word of truth." ”He stood up, lay down on her bed, and reached out to pat the bed.She asked warily, "Do what?"
”The corners of Jing Moye's lips were slightly hooked: "Don't you love this king?"
This king gives you a chance to get close to this king. ”Feng Shuying: "......"
Thank you, she doesn't want this kind of opportunity at all.She asked him: "Dare to ask the prince, how did you switch freely between strangling a person and getting close to a person?"
”Jing Moye replied: "It depends on the mood." ”Feng Shuying: "......"
Although she didn't want to get an answer from his mouth, his statement made her want to strangle him.This man is really not an ordinary underpump!
Jing Moye looked at her and said, "This king counts three, if you don't come, this king will ......"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Shuying jumped on the bed and pulled the quilt over to cover the two of them.Jing Moye: "......
What are you doing?
”Feng Shuying asked him: "Lord Wang, are you in a good mood?"
”Jing Moye narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It's okay." ”Feng Shuying pressed him under him: "It's okay, it's good, then can we get close to each other now?"
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