Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 39
Stepping into the bedroom with black silk boots that were dripping with muddy water, the moment he stepped on the carpet in the room, Murong Heng's thick black eyes suddenly narrowed, and he swung his hand and stabbed forward with a sword.

"Tsk, you're so ruthless, Murong Heng, I don't seem to have any deep hatred with you, do you?" Turning his head slightly, Huo Ruge patted his clothes, which was also wet by rain, in feigned surprise as the soft sword flashed coldly. Lazy.

Hearing this, Murong Heng's right hand was still in mid-air, and he didn't seem to want to put it down at all.Blood mixed with rainwater slowly slid down his wrist, dripped on the carpet, and broke into tiny blood beads on the fluff fibers.In the candlelight in the room, the two looked gloomy and lazy.

"To each other, to each other." He spat out the four words coldly, Murong Heng didn't seem to put down his weapon at all, his pair of thick black eyes were like the wink of hell, so strong that it made one's heart tremble.

"Holding and letting, as for me, I never like to default on things like favors. Murong Heng, please make an offer and tell me how to repay the favor debts you forcibly imposed on me?" Smiling like a flower Standing up from the pear wood stool, Huo Ruge stared at his dark eyes without blinking, with a heartless smile on his face, which made Murong Heng, who was also looking at her, unavoidably angry.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound for a long time, and the murderous black eyes stayed on him for a moment, Huo Ruge curled his lips and said casually: "I don't know if the blood flowing in the body of a cold-blooded pervert is different from that of ordinary people. Same, why can't the flow be finished?"

After hearing this, Murong Heng's thin, slightly pale lips pursed into an airtight straight line.His complexion became more gloomy and paler than before.I don't know if it was because of excessive blood loss or because of the sudden rising anger.

Suddenly, at this moment, the voice of Zhanfeng suddenly sounded outside the door.Hearing this, Huo Ruge pursed his lips and looked at Murong Heng with an expression of "So that's it".

Glaring at her coldly, Murong Heng flicked his wrist and put away his soft sword, opened the door and took the tray with gold sore medicine and gauze in Zhan Feng's hand, then glared him away.The whole process is done in one go, without any redundant steps.At first glance, he looks like a veteran, and he is really proficient in this business.

Putting down the tray, Murong Heng sat down directly opposite Huo Ruge, the two of them sat on the sides of the pear wood round table, neither of them moved.

Time flowed slowly along the water droplets dripping from the hem of the two people's clothes in a minute and a second, and Murong Heng's complexion also became more and more ugly.

"Are you taking it off yourself or shall I help you?" With one hand on his chin, Huo Ruge's voice was lazier, as if he was talking about something completely irrelevant to him.

Turning his gaze away, the cold blue light in Murong Heng's thick black eyes lingered on her body for a short while, and then he started to undress her.

The wet and sticky clothes were stripped off his body one by one, revealing a muscular body, as well as those messy scratches and a bone-deep wound on his right arm.

Perhaps it was because of being soaked in rainwater that the blood on Murong Heng's arm showed different shades of color. Even though there was only one wound that was truly serious enough to endanger life, it still gave people a shocking illusion.

Pulling off the red tassel on the porcelain bottle, Huo Ruge sniffed it on the tip of his nose, then stood up, walked around the round table towards Murong Heng.

"You can rest easy, I'm not interested in gay guys like you." He casually glanced at Murong Heng's pair of icy black eyes that could almost corrode holes in people's bodies. Ruge's tone was very casual, as if he didn't see the anger and killing intent in his eyes at all.

With a clean gauze soaked in water, Huo Ruge wiped off the black blood clots that were congealing into scabs around the wound for Murong Heng, and from time to time, he would accidentally hit the opened flesh.However, to her surprise, Murong Heng didn't even frown when she intentionally took revenge on the open flesh outside the wound.

It wasn't until Huo Ruge finished wrapping the last piece of gauze, and cut the white strip of cloth with the scissors with a "click" in satisfaction, that Murong Heng's chilly voice sounded again: "What did you tie on this king's arm?"

"Bows! Don't you like them? Bows are the most suitable for gays like you! It's coquettish and majestic! It also has a deep meaning!"

After hearing this, Murong Heng did not immediately refute, but frowned slightly, and then asked again: "What do you mean gay?"

"Break the sleeve, divide the peach." Huo Ruge spat out without thinking, and played with the porcelain bottle containing the golden sore medicine with his fingers, without even looking at him from the beginning to the end.

Intense anger flashed through his eyes, and it was transformed into a short but wild laughter in a split second.

"So, what you said earlier that you would keep the king's secret was referring to this matter." His gaze stayed on Huo Ruge's pair of apricot eyes that were full of heroic spirit, and Murong Heng suddenly realized that he was actually caught by this wild horse. The woman who did whatever she wanted was amused.

After finishing speaking, he walked to the door with his firm upper body naked, turned around again, looked at Huo Ruge and said, "Tomorrow, follow me to a place." After finishing speaking, he pushed open the door and left Go out without giving Huo Ruge any chance of rejection.

After a night of thunderstorms, the sky was not much clearer than expected. On the contrary, it was damp and stuffy on the eve of the rainy season.

Walking to the window with bare feet, Huo Ruge yawned, and when he was about to open the window to breathe, Murong Heng's evil but lazy voice suddenly came from behind him.

"My concubine, did you sleep well last night?"

Turning around abruptly, Huo Ruge stared blankly at Murong Heng with her messy long hair, as if trying to recall her appearance in Prince Jing's mansion.

Suddenly, at this moment, she saw the corner of the bow tie faintly protruding from his wide cuff, and only then did she fully remember what happened last night.

As if he didn't see Huo Ruge's reaction at all, Murong Heng picked up a carved wooden comb from the mirror stand, and combed her long hair.With that skillful movement and serious expression, anyone who looks at him will envy the woman sitting in front of him.If the husband is like this, what more can the husband ask for.And only Huo Ruge knew that Murong Heng and that fellow wanted revenge on her for what happened last night!
The pain from the root of her hair made her wake up completely, she grabbed her hair and shouted: "Murong Heng, you pervert!"

"It seems that Concubine Ai has come to her senses." Throwing down the wooden comb in his hand, Murong Heng's long and narrow phoenix eyes contained an obvious smile. In his eyes, there was always a gloomy and creepy look.

After being served by the servant girl, Huo Ruge changed into the dress designated by Murong Heng, and Huo Ruge stared at the face in the bronze mirror that she had taken a long time to get familiar with, but deep down she had to admit that that perverted vision was really good.There is not even the slightest deviation in size, it is clearly tailor-made for her.

(End of this chapter)