My husband is the future emperor

Murong Xizhou is not abnormal like that. First, his taste is not so heavy. Second, how could he let Gu Qingcheng die like this?

He hasn't done what he should have done, and he hasn't avenged what he should have done. Besides, he hasn't excavated the interests he wants to dig out from Gu Qingcheng. How can he let Gu Qingcheng die?   

At the moment when Gu Qingcheng was about to bite his tongue, Murong Xizhou pinched Gu Qingcheng's chin in time, and then stuffed a cloth into Gu Qingcheng's mouth.

Gu Qingcheng lost the last chance to protect himself. He couldn't die if he wanted to.

Is it true that she can only be trampled by Murong Xizhou?

Gu Qingcheng can't imagine how desperate she will be at that moment.

She closed her eyes in pain, full of bitterness and powerlessness.

Today she understands another kind of pain in life, the pain of living, the pain of wanting to die but not dying.

Murong Xizhou likes to see Gu Qingcheng, who is in pain. He smiled with satisfaction and said meaningfully, "Gu Qingcheng, I hope your next performance will make me more satisfied."

The next performance made him more satisfied?

Is it the joy and satisfaction that makes him more satisfied? Or does the look of pain make him more satisfied?

Don't worry, it must be the latter.

Murong Xizhou, a pervert, likes to look after Qingcheng pain.

The more painful she was, the more satisfied he was.

Gu Qingcheng's eyes had been completely blurred by tears. She could not see or speak, just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Murong Xizhou looked, and the radian of the lip angle was getting bigger and bigger.

Gu Qingcheng, this is just the beginning, and the next is the topic.

Thinking of this, Murong Xizhou reached out to Gu Qingcheng's clothes. After all, he was a man with great strength. He grabbed the cloth on Gu Qingcheng and pulled it hard. Gu Qingcheng's clothes became pieces of rags.

Although Gu Qingcheng could not refuse Murong Xizhou with body movements and language, her eyes that were about to turn out had proved everything.

She was reluctant.

She was thinking that she might as well die instead.

"I will let you live well, no matter today, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow..." Murong Xizhou seems to see through Gu Qingcheng's mind, "so, you can't die, Gu Qingcheng."

Murong Xizhou's big hand is tearing Gu Qingcheng's clothes again. While tearing him, he appreciates the wonderful expression on Gu Qingcheng's face.

Just when Gu Qingcheng's upper body clothes were torn only one belly pocket, Murong Xizhou finally stopped. Gu Qingcheng thought he suddenly repented and would not continue. Unexpectedly, she thought more. Murong Xizhou forced her to turn around and let her back to him according to her white shoulder.

What's he doing?

Gu Qingcheng is desperate.

Murong Xizhou's rough big hand reached out to the thin belt on the belly pocket behind Gu Qingcheng.

If Murong Xizhou unties the tape, Gu Qingcheng's innocence is basically half gone.

"You're not good!" Murong Xizhou didn't even have to look at the belly band. He commented like an old Jianghu man: "it's hard to solve, and it can't wear out the real beauty of your woman."

I don't know what your women do with this?

Gu Qingcheng didn't understand what Murong Xizhou was saying, and he didn't want to listen.

"If you were born in us, everything there would give full play to your beauty, you..." Murong Xizhou said suddenly.

What's the matter?

Why don't you say it all of a sudden?

Murong Xizhou suddenly saw two birthmarks on Gu Qingcheng's back. Yes, there are two birthmarks, one is plum blossom birthmark, and the other is Manzhu shahua birthmark.

The plum blossom birthmark on Gu Qingcheng's right shoulder is relatively shallow and the range is small, so it is not easy to be found. What really shocked her was the manzhushahua birthmark on her left shoulder.

The blooming red manzhushahua seems to be able to hold people's heart and attract people's attention in an instant.

And the column Manzhu shahua is particularly conspicuous on Gu Qingcheng's cold white skin, and also particularly flirtatious and bewitching.

Murong Xizhou looked at the red manzhushahua, and the banter in his eyes disappeared in an instant. Instead, he was serious and serious.

His rough big hand stroked the red manzhushahua on Gu Qingcheng's left shoulder and asked in a hoarse voice, "how can you have manzhushahua on your body? But you tattooed it yourself?"

There was a strong sense of wonder in his voice.

What? I tattooed it myself.

It was born.

Gu Qingcheng didn't know she had this thing on her before. When she was making out with Junzi Lin, Junzi Lin accidentally told her.

She didn't understand what it was like, and Junzi Lin personally drew the flower for her to see.

Don't say as like as two peas. The real birthmark of her back is really the same as the real red Lycoris radiate.

I don't know how it's the same? I don't know how? I don't know whether Gu Qingcheng's mother has it or not. Anyway, Gu Qingcheng does.

"Where did this come from, you say? You say?" Murong Xizhou shook Gu Qingcheng's shoulder and wanted her to give a definite answer immediately.

Gu Qingcheng wanted to give him an answer immediately, but her body couldn't move and her mouth was stuffed. Under such circumstances, she didn't have the ability to express everything she wanted to express.

After Murong Xizhou realized the embarrassing situation Gu Qingcheng faced, he first helped her put on her clothes, then untied her body, and took off the cloth stuffed with her mouth so that she couldn't speak.

"Murong Xizhou, you scumbag!" although Gu Qingcheng couldn't move, he could still open his mouth and scold.

Murong Xizhou said faintly, "answer my question!"

He is obviously more patient with Gu Qingcheng than just now.

Because of what?

Because of the birthmark.

Because he loved the person he loved very much in his own world.

Joe, I don't know. Are you okay?

Murong Xizhou missed you.

"Murong Xizhou, you'd better let me go immediately, or you won't come to a good end when my people come." Gu Qingcheng's mind is on another matter.

Murong Xizhou red looked at him and said again, "I want you to answer my question. Do you hear me?"

Gu Qingcheng glanced at him and saw that he didn't mean to mess around again, but paid attention to the birthmark on her back. She suddenly had the idea of delaying time and waiting for rescue.

She said, "birthmarks are naturally born."

"Is this a birthmark?" Murong Xizhou was incredible.

"What else do you think it is? Is it because I'm idle and have nothing to stab?" Gu Qingcheng snorted coldly, "I'm not so boring, and I'm super afraid of pain."