I, the Prince of Qin

　　Mo Zhe pursed his lips and smiled, drinking.Quietly and slowly put the wine glass in front of him, hesitated for a while, and took off the bone mask with the other hand.

　　Beneath the mask, there is a delicate girl who is as beautiful as the moonlight.

　　She took a small sip of the wine, then looked at Mo Zhe with dark blue, mysterious and silent pupils, and asked for the third time:

　　"Can I touch you?"

　　Mo Zhe put down the wine glass and stretched out his back to her: "Whatever."

　　There were waves in the quiet eyes, but her face was still as silent as water. She watched Mo Zhe's hand approaching. For some reason, she could feel the human body temperature on Mo Zhe's body from a long distance.

　　——That is the warmth and feeling that belongs to others, which I cannot get no matter how I wish for it.Because everyone he met died.

　　Quietly raised her hand subconsciously and approached Mo Zhe's arm, but suddenly trembled in the middle of it.

　　Should you really touch it?Should you trust your intuition?Should there be expectations?

　　What if it was still the same as before, full of expectations, and in the end, it was a cold corpse?

　　- Anyone who is touched by oneself will die.

　　I want to touch, I want to be gentle, I want to feel the temperature of other people's skin, I want to experience the feeling of holding hands with others, but this is unrealistic, unrealistic!

　　Jing Jing's pupils are slightly enlarged. In memory, those people who are close to him and want to be close to him, the moment they meet him, the painful, desperate and hideous expressions on their faces appear one by one in front of their eyes. Press yourself.

　　In the end, what remains, is a pure ethereal one.

　　No hope, no disappointment.

　　You too... will die.

　　Quiet people, as their name suggests, quietly, gently, like smoke and mist, held Mo Zhe's palm.

　　As a man, the palms that are not too big seem to be well maintained, not rough, but very powerful.

　　Warm, thick, with long fingers and an intellectual air.

　　Quietly holding Mo Zhe's hand, waiting for Mo Zhe to vomit blood, twitch all over, and die from poison like many people in the past did.

　　However, Mo Zhe still looked at her with a smile on his face.

　　After a while, Mo Zhe found that she was still touching his hand, and couldn't help but say, "Sister, have you touched enough?"

　　Quiet but deaf, not only touching, but also pinching, rubbing and pressing.

　　That stroking look is like finding a rare treasure, holding it in his hand, and he is not willing to let go for a moment. Touching once is not enough. The same place must be touched again and again. The palm of the hand, and even the cheek.

　　She really rubbed her cheeks!Mo Zhe stared at Jing Jing in a stunned manner, his face flushed, and his whole body trembled slightly, as if he was holding the most sacred and most revered thing in the world, holding it with both hands, close to his cheek, placing it on his cheek, half-squinting his eyes, rubbing slowly and carefully.

　　The whole girl is perverted!

　　Mo Zhe then remembered that Jing Jing had a special attachment to existences that would not die even if they were touched by her.

　　No, it's not that I really forgot, but I didn't expect her to be so serious.

　　Originally, in the world line, although she was also determined to oppose Lixiang, she was not perverted to such an extent!

　　Mo Zhe was still in shock, when suddenly there was a warm, wet feeling on his fingers.

　　Surprised to see Jing Jing rubbed against her palm, she opened her slippery mouth and gently put her fingers in her mouth!

　　Are you trying to make sure your saliva works for me?Just for this, right?nothing else! ?

　　Mo Zhe was stunned for a while, although after so long, it was considered a royal daughter, but this feeling of being molested by a female hooligan still made people extremely uncomfortable.

　　After licking for a while, Jing Jing let Mo Zhe's fingers slip out of his lips.Mo Zhe took the opportunity to withdraw his hand: "Okay, you touched it and you want to run away, take the time now."

　　Beside the table, Mordred, who had fallen into a large font, was about to wake up.

　　Mo Zhe reminded him kindly, but Quiet turned a deaf ear to him. He grabbed Mo Zhe's hand again, gently and carefully stroking, moving towards Mo Zhe's body, from palm to wrist, from wrist to arm, and then stroking upper chest.

　　At the same time, the surprise and light in the quiet eyes are getting brighter and more obvious, the blush on the face is more beautiful, and even the breath is burning.

　　Mo Zhe was not mentally prepared yet, she had already posted it at a very close distance.

　　It's not temptation, it's not that complicated, it's just simple, I'm moved by the body temperature of others, and I'm happy because I can touch people's skin.

　　Babies have longed to be in touch with their mother's skin since childhood, and life is always chasing after the other half who can rely on each other. These are born with nature, but in a quiet life, it is so unreachable.

　　Until now, until this moment.

　　Quietly attached to Mo Zhe's body tightly, and as the final confirmation, she lightly printed her bright red lips on Mo Zhe's lips.

　　The highly poisonous body fluid could not bring any harm to Mo Zhe, the heartbeat was still so powerful, and the body was still so warm.

　　"Master...Master..." She murmured, as if she was facing the gods who came to the world, praying: "You are my master...you are my master, I have been looking for a long time, a long time...Master ."

Chapter 229 Chapter [-] I'm not a cat!Don't fuck!

　　Although Mo Zhe intends to let things develop in this direction, after all, who doesn't want a girl from Bai Jian, and she can also connect with Hassan Pie through Jing Jing.

　　Whether it is necessary or not and whether it can be rewarded is one aspect, but if you do it casually, why not enjoy it?

　　However, what I didn't expect was that the impression of introverted and quiet, even a little emptiness, was so... enthusiastic once the owner was identified.

　　"Okay, don't rub... I'm not a cat! Don't rub!"

　　In the hall where Camelot Knight and Mordred swarmed together, Mo Zhe could only try his best to push Quiet away.

　　"Master, master, master..." The quiet expression still belongs to that kind of ethereal and nothingness, as if it does not eat the fireworks of the world, and it is a little light as if it can be blown away by a gust of wind, but the movements are not ambiguous at all. I touched all the places I touched, which perfectly interprets what is called a female hooligan.

　　Well, she still wanted to lick, Mo Zhe was so excited that he quickly pulled her away to avoid inducing any inappropriate CG images.

　　The following group of people are still going!

　　Mordred's physique is far superior to ordinary people. Although the quiet poison is very powerful, after so long, he can almost wake up.

　　"Ugh..." The toxin's damage to the body is still very tenacious. There is no strength in the whole body, and the alarm bell keeps ringing in my heart. I instinctively know that the enemy is poisoning, and even the murderer is Quiet can immediately guess.

　　No matter whether Jing Jing wanted to escape, or planned to take advantage of his own illness, kill everyone in the fortress, and kill everyone in the fort, he had to react quickly and deal with it.

　　Mordred regained a little bit of consciousness, and immediately tried his best to move his body to soothe his severely aching head.

　　With her weak hands, she touched the saber at her waist, and she felt a little reassured when her hand touched the familiar hilt.

　　Then just clench your fists and slowly regain your strength.

　　The eyes are still hazy, the poison is really powerful!I have been poisoned for so long, and even myself was recruited, and the knights of my subordinates must have been spared. I don't know what happened! ?

　　The fact that he is still alive at least proves that Hassan should focus on escaping with all his strength, and has no intention of taking the opportunity to kill him.

　　But it's hard to catch such a Hassan, and it's still a huge price to pay.The king handed her over to his guard, and if she lost it in his hands, how would he report it to the king?

　　hateful!Damn!Why so careless!

　　It's the guy who popped up out of nowhere!

　　No, he is the king's guest, he must not be rude to the guest, and he must not put his fault on the guest!

　　You should be more careful!This time... this time, I'm going to let the king down again...

　　Are you going to let her down again...?

　　Mordred raised his heavy eyelids, and his eyes lost their brilliance for a moment.

　　But after seeing the scene in front of her, Guanghui suddenly returned to her eyes.

　　"You, what are you doing!?"

　　Mordred opened his eyes, and what he saw was quietly snuggling in Mo Zhe's arms, his hands up and down, flushed and panting.

　　"This is the Holy City Prison! It's the place where the knights are stationed! It's so filthy! It's too shameless! No! Quiet, you didn't run!?"

　　Mordred is indeed a troubled child with high energy. As soon as he woke up, he yelled and screamed. After a long time, his mind finally cleared up and he remembered drawing a sword.

　　Jing Jing didn't look at her at all, and didn't even seem to worry about being caught and tortured again, but stuck to Mo Zhe and didn't let go.

　　Mo Zhe is a feeling of being entangled by an extremely sticky kitten, a little troubled and a little embarrassed. Seeing Mordred woke up, he greeted with a dry smile: "Good afternoon."

　　"What good afternoon! She's our prisoner, very dangerous! She's an assassin, one of Hassan's, she's full of poison, anyone who touches a little bit will die—wait, why don't you Die!?"

　　Mordred felt that he spent the whole day in a fuss.

　　Is life so wonderful?

　　Mo Zhe pushed Jing Jing again. Maybe it was an outsider. Jing Jing, who was a little bit lacking in common sense, also settled down and stood quietly by the side, never leaving half a step.

　　As for escape, it was not the most important thing.

　　The place where the master is is his home.

　　As long as the owner does not say to leave, he will never leave.

　　Even if you die, you must stay by your master's side!

　　Quietly stood like a shadow, but his heart was warm. The feeling that Mo Zhe brought just now has been reminiscent of his heart. This is the feeling of other people's skin that has never been seen since he can remember.

　　For her, who takes "anyone who touches her will die" for granted, "the master who will not die even if she touches it" is the supreme being, and serving by his side is the Supreme joy.

　　Seeing Jing Jing pretending not to leave, Mordred didn't dare to be careless, and drew his sword: "Since you won't leave, then stay!"

　　The toxin is still eroding the body, and none of the knights who can become helpers have yet woken up, but Mordred has the divine protection of the Lion King, and it is not impossible to win Tranquility before the poison strikes again!

　　"Okay, okay." Before the two of them officially started fighting, Mo Zhe immediately intervened: "Quietly has surrendered to me, and if I'm not hostile to you, I shouldn't be hostile. Otherwise, For my own sake, that's it."

　　Mo Zhe said it lightly, but in fact, an enemy prisoner with great use value is impossible for any force to give up easily.

　　What's more, it's still such a light-hearted "already surrendered", it's like changing the cover of the person, and it will be reconciled from now on?

　　However, this frivolous sentence was said by Mo Zhe himself.

　　It wasn't anyone else, but Mo Zhe, the Crown Prince of Qin.

　　The sentence "On my face" is much heavier than usual.

　　Of course, Mordred didn't know Mo Zhe's identity, and was very dissatisfied at the moment, he glanced at Jing Jing, but in the end he didn't attack, but said: "You are the king's guest, I have to ask the king about your affairs first! "

　　After finishing speaking, while escaping against the tranquility, he used emergency contact to briefly report the situation here to the Lion King in the holy city of Camelot.

　　"..."

　　After a while, she turned her head, a little puzzled, and looked at Mo Zhe with some doubts:

　　"The king said that Hassan of Tranquility is at your disposal. By the way... Who are you? Why does the king value you so much? Just because you are good at fighting?"