Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 7
She wanted to tell her father and mother, but every time she thought about it like this, the image of Xiyao covered in blood would flash through Ximo's mind.

She dare not.

She didn't dare to gamble with Xi Yao's life.

Xiyao is only eight years old, he is still so young.

So, she didn't even have the right to die.

The window opened quietly.

That black shadow shot towards her like lightning, she couldn't die, but she wanted to kill him.

Since she has already gone to hell, then she will let him kill her with his own hands. In this way, it will not be considered that she has violated his order, and Xi Yao will not have to be buried with her.

The red lips were slightly parted, and a flower-like smile quietly bloomed on her face the moment the man walked in, and her soft voice sounded, but it was her deliberation, "You said, why do you hate me? I'm sorry. Is it your business?"

The ghost skull's mask moved towards her bed without any haste or sound, and when it stopped in front of her, he sneered and said, "Damn you, but I like that you're still alive."

That's right, if he is alive, he can torture her and make her life worse than death, "Why on earth?"

"Since you've done it, you should bear the result." The man's slender fingers moved, and lifted her chin lightly, allowing her slightly upturned face to look directly into his eyes. The skeleton is a deterrent. But now, there is no trace of fear in her eyes, it seems that she is no longer afraid of him.

"I haven't done it." She was sure that she had never done anything harmful.

"Hehe, if you want to give it to someone else, then I will add it to you. Isn't that what you want?" Smiling coldly, the hand on her chin was squeezed hard, and the fingers squeezed hard. Ximo's joints creaked, excruciating pain.

Holding back her tears, she clenched her teeth tightly, not letting herself make a sound.

"Lan Ximo, it's just the beginning, you shouldn't expect the result too much." The gloomy sneer, coupled with the ghost skull mask on his face, makes people feel creepy.

As he spoke, Ximo's body fell into his arms involuntarily following his strength, and everything began to unfold just like the previous two nights.

Can't wait, she wants to strike before he finds the little dagger in her hand.

Squinting his eyes, his wrists moved slightly, he took another deep breath, and immediately stabbed the man's chest with all his might.

With that sting, the man didn't dodge in any way, nor did he make any hums.

But Ximo was sure that the dagger had pierced into the man's flesh, and she even smelled blood.

But the man didn't intend to slow down or stop at all. He hugged her and let the summer wind blow gently, as if he was taking her to feel the tenderness of the night.

Holding the wooden handle of the dagger in horror, Ximo didn't know what to do at this moment.

In front of her body, the feeling of sticky silk became heavier and heavier, and the blood on the man's body couldn't help but flow on her body, his body.

But he didn't stop.

God, Ximo was so scared.

Why can he still use his lightness kung fu and bring her to that place that will only give her nightmares.

She didn't want to go, but she had to.

At this moment, she realized that she was right in not telling her father and mother about him, otherwise, not only Xiyao would die, but her whole family would definitely die.

This man, he is a demon, a evil grinder with nine lives, so even a dagger that has been sunk into the blade and only has a wooden handle can't do anything to him.

Following the fragrance of the flowers, when the window opened, her soft body was instantly thrown into the bed curtain by the devil, and then blood gushed out, endless blood splashed on her white obscene clothes, the blood was as enchanting as plum blossoms. , but this night was cold and my heart was disturbed.

(End of this chapter)