I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 559

The entanglement of love and hatred between them is too deep and too deep.

The two looked at each other.

Hate is greater than love.

Once, they were also enviable lovers.

Murong Yan is now like a doll that he can play with, she is bored, and she is still in his territory.

Murong Yan knew him very well, and his arrangements were very precise. After the losses in the past two years, he seemed to be more defensive.

Now the only way is to follow him and never provoke him, otherwise everyone in Dali Temple will die under his brutal killing.

Think about the cruelty he did to himself just now.

Ah……

In the past, he was not willing to treat himself like this, wishing he could hold himself in the palm of his hand.

She raised her head slightly, flowing back the wetness, her throat was tight, suffocating with heartache, she wiped her cheeks with pale and slender fingers, and raised a charming smile.

Dugulie stared at her coldly with swirling black eyes, not letting go of the slightest bit of emotion in her eyes.

Murong Yan's thin and thin body seemed to be shattered if she touched it, she walked towards her with twisted steps, her bare feet habitually stepped on Dugu Lie's instep, her slender arms wrapped around his strong waist, her face She pressed it intimately on his chest, her voice was ding-dong, and it sounded fatal: "Sovereign Dugu, don't play your temper, okay? Let's shake hands and make peace?"

She can always be slick in all directions.

However, he didn't like her hypocritical appearance in front of him.

He hated Murong Yan for begging himself so lowly for others.

Dugulie's heart was broken in two, and he couldn't support his current chest in pain, so he pinched Murongyan's small chin: "Murongyan, why are you still so cheap, you can use any means to achieve your goal by being so coquettish And ask for a man."

Ah……

Murong Yan's heart felt like being immersed in the sea, just like when she threw herself into the sea two years ago, it was so cold, so cold.

"Yes, doesn't Sect Master Dugu like it? If Yan'er makes the Sect Master happy, can the Sect Master let them go?" Murong Yan hugged him even tighter, raised her small face and looked at him, bewildered.

"Holding hands and making peace is not suitable for us." Dugu Lie's hot palm moved on her back, and his lips came to her earlobe, and he pressed it lightly: "We are suitable for fighting at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed."

"As long as Sect Master Dugu likes it, Yan'er can do whatever she wants." Murong Yan propped her sickly body on top of him, and gently kissed his neck: "How about it? Sect Master Dugu."

"Look at your performance." Dugulie pushed her away, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, he took out a handkerchief from his cuff and wiped his hands carefully, as if he thought she was dirty.

Murong Yan turned her head away, looked at him again with a steady mind: "Sect Master Dugu, how do you want Yan'er to behave?"

"You're just so anxious to rescue them?" Dugulie knew that her current obedience was only temporary, she was too good at acting, she was an actor, a liar.

"Everyone is equal. They are members of my Dali Temple, and I am the Minister of Dali Temple, so I have the right to protect their safety." Murong Yan said frankly.

"So, all the people of this suzerain are beasts? Are they all human scum?" Dugu Lie gritted his teeth tightly: "So you designed to destroy this suzerain and the Dugu faction of this suzerain?"

"There are indeed two types of people, one is good and the other is scum." Murong Yan said calmly.

"Murongyan, say it again!" Dugulie strode forward and squeezed her wrist, looking at her coldly.

(End of this chapter)