Sad emotions spread boundlessly, and soon in this prison, the current flowed like a river. ()

Standing beside An Qiu, Ye Wushang could only see his long jet-black hair like a cloud of smoke, and the braid that was held by his slender fingers.His long hair fell down, covering his face, and he couldn't see his expression at this time.

"My lord."

An Qiu exclaimed, her fair fingers trembled slightly, as if she had used great force.

"why."[

Ye Wushang looked at the woman in front of him, thousands of words stuck in his throat, but three words appeared.

Why, all this is why.

The wound on his chest came in waves with his emotions.

The dagger was inserted into his chest without hesitation. At that moment, he couldn't feel anything, he was numb and confused.

Thick and long eyelashes soften the original rigid outline.

There seemed to be many deep thoughts hidden between the slightly frowned eyebrows, but they were locked together with the center of the eyebrows.Those extremely sexy lips, and the mustache that now grows all over his face, in just one day, this man has aged a lot.

A sultry and mellow voice echoed in the woman's ears.

The air is as cool as water.

.

The woman raised her eyes slightly, but her pupils were as cold as ice. Looking at the man who seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, she suddenly raised her hand and smiled, very enchantingly.

"No why."

The voice was as light as smoke, as if the tip of a needle touched Ye Wushang's heart, Ye Wushang silently looked at the woman in front of him.

When his eyes touched the wound on her body, he couldn't help but his eyes darkened.

"Damn it, what did this king tell you?"

Emotionally agitated, the pain from the wound began to flare up again, Ye Wushang clutched his chest, breaking out in cold sweat.

The thick bloody smell permeated the sky prison, and it refused to dissipate for a long time.

"My lord, my subordinates make their own decisions. The lord wants to be killed or scraped. The subordinates have no complaints. It's just that this woman is not worthy of the lord's love."

An Qiu raised his drooping head resolutely.

He wanted to give her a good time directly, but he knew that if he did so, he couldn't imagine what the consequences would be. [

"Very good, for the sake of following you for many years, you have to cripple one arm."

The cool tone, like this last winter day, keeps blooming.

"My lord, don't punish An Qiu, he will whip her because of you, my lord."

A man in black knelt down again, wanting to pray for something, but in the end powerlessly turned it into this simple sentence.

I couldn't help but glanced at this woman, everything was caused by her.

Wrong, wrong, wrong along the way.

"Hehehe..." A chuckle overflowed from the woman's mouth, but there was no smile on the corners of her slightly hooked lips, but the star-like pupils were glowing with a strange light at the moment.

His eyes flicked across Ye Wushang's body, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said flatly, "Stop acting in front of me?"

The mocking tone made Ye Wushang's back instantly stiff, and the air suddenly fell into an atmosphere of silence.

"It turns out that everything is just acting."

Ye Wushang turned around, stared at the woman in front of him, seemed to be questioning, seemed to be muttering, and raised his lips into a sneer.

For eight years, if everything is acting, then how capable is this person.

He didn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it.

"You don't look good?" the woman asked very 'politely', but what she received was a roar.

"Luo, Liu, Ling, you...>

An angry voice rang in her ears, but the woman smiled dismissively when she raised her head.

It made Anqiu even more angry, it was obviously her who hurt the prince.

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