Schemes in Royal Palace

Sounds like this will appear at this time of day. Leng Qingyan has immunity.

"Dada, dada ~" the footsteps came from far and near, and suddenly there was a long lost light in front of him. Leng Qingyan quickly blocked his eyes with his hand, and slowly took his hand away after a long time.

"Picture girl!" several soldiers guarding here respectfully saluted the little girl who came in.

Facing the dazzling sunshine, I vaguely saw the girl's appearance. The girl was almost the same age as Xin Xinger. She had thin eyebrows, high nose, willow leaf eyes, pink lips and white red skin. She was wearing a set of tender yellow gauze skirt, holding a round fan embroidered with peony flowers in her hand. She was a beautiful little girl.

"The quality of the beauties sent by various countries is not very good recently. The king is very angry. Where are the new two?" Turandot asked coldly.

"It's inside." the little head of the guard Tallinn humbly brought the little girl named Turandot to Leng Qingyan, stretched out his hand to point to Leng Qingyan in the iron cage, and said to Turandot with a flattering smile.

"Put them down!" Turandot turned and told the little leader.

The little head hurried forward and opened the lock. Leng Qingyan came out of the cage, stretched out his numb arm, and looked up at Turandot in front of him.

Who is this little girl? It seems that the identity is very unusual.

"Take this away!" Turandot said, pointing to the two big men behind Leng Qingyan Chao. The two big men picked up people and went outside.

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Leng Qingyan was watched by the big man and walked for a long time. He felt that everything in his stomach was about to be knocked out. He was dying. He had a lot of strength to struggle with each other. Don't suffer at present!

He was thrown on the ground by force. His ass fell and hurt. He frowned and got up from the ground. Before he recovered, he got drenched with a basin of cold water. Although it was not cold in August, it was still extremely painful to be drenched with cold water.

Leng Qingyan's body was excited. When he raised his eyes, he saw a pale face. This face is really white, which is different from the paleness of the white exhibition hall. This face is morbid white. The narrow Danfeng's eyes are excited. He is looking up and down at Leng Qingyan's embarrassed appearance, with a strange smile at the corners of his mouth.

Leng Qingyan quickly lowered his eyes to avoid facing his eyes. These eyes are more terrible than those in the white exhibition hall, but the look at each other just now makes people uncomfortable.

"Ha ha!" a low smile came from his ear. A pale finger provoked Leng Qingyan's chin. The man looked at Leng Qingyan's face carefully. This face satisfied him very much. It's good!

Leng Qingyan's low eyes inadvertently saw that the man was sitting in a wheelchair. Is there something wrong with his feet?

"How big!" the voice was unexpectedly very gentle, cold, Yan Leng for a moment, and the red lips gently said: "slave, twenty years old!"

Baigu Mo Xuan gently pulled the corners of his mouth, increased his strength in his hands, and asked with a low smile, "will you serve men?"

"···" his gorgeous face turned red in an instant. How can this man speak so directly!

"Have you slept with a man?" Baigu Mo Xuan thought it might be easier for her to understand.

Leng Qingyan was silent again. This man doesn't look like that kind of romantic person! How could you ask such a question?

How to answer him?

Slept! I have both my mother and children!

If he says so, he will be directly angry! ha-ha!

"... be silent! Let him realize it!

Baigu Mo Xuan's eyes gradually cooled down. He grabbed Leng Qingyan's scattered hair and asked angrily, "do you despise me? Cough ~ cough"

"Lord, you misunderstood me." Leng Qingyan felt that his scalp was about to be torn open by the sick Lord. He gasped in pain. Before he finished his explanation, he was interrupted by Baigu Moxuan.

"Do you despise the king? Do you discriminate against the king because the king can't let you enjoy it? Cheap women, why don't you despise the king." Baigu Moxuan's Scarlet eyes stared at the cold face, and the terrible eyes made people shudder.

"No! I didn't..." the sick king's scalp was about to be torn open. It hurt so much. Leng Qingyan frowned.

Hearing the speech, Baigu Mo Xuan slowly recovered, but it broke out in a moment. A hot slap slapped him, "bitch, did the king let you speak?" then he coughed violently.

"Turandot, throw her into bed!!" Baigu Mo Xuan's voice was angry.

"Only." Turandot promised and went to Leng Qingyan. With one hand, he picked Leng Qingyan up from the ground like a chicken and threw him into the golden soft quilt.

The texture of this bed is surprisingly good! Leng Qingyan didn't react. A shadow covered it. He looked up and saw that it was the sick Lord. The narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed dangerously. He held a delicate glass lamp in his hand.

"~ cough cough" Baigu Mo Xuan looked down at Leng Qingyan. Her wet clothes set off her good figure. The two peaks in front of her chest were ready to come out and couldn't help swallowing saliva.

"What a pity!" the cold hand gently touched the cold and beautiful face. Although the hair and temples on her head were messy, they did not affect her beauty. The skin touched by her hands was like a good white jade, smooth and flawless. She was a perfect woman!

Leng Qingyan felt that his hand was very cold, even colder than that of Bai zhantang. His body trembled gently and stared at the man on his body. He felt terrible.

"The most beautiful face will turn red powder into dead bones sooner or later!" Baigu Moxuan withdrew his hand, his eyes cooled down, his left hand tilted, and the wine in his hand flowed a little on Leng Qingyan's neck, and the cold wine spread all the way from his neck to Leng Qingyan's chest.

Baigu Mo Xuan reached out and gently stroked Leng Qingyan's face. His fingers slowly went down to her chest and gently pulled down the wet clothes. Leng Qingyan suddenly felt cold.

"I'm in good shape! Cough ~" Baigu Moxuan looked at Leng Qingyan with low eyes. At the moment, Leng Qingyan was only an egg with a shell, and he had only a belly pocket. A whip suddenly appeared in Baigu Mo Xuan's hand, and he raised his hand and pulled it on Leng Qingyan. "One, two, three, four, five, six..." for 18 times. Leng Qingyan was full of whip marks, but he just clenched his teeth and didn't say a word.

"Turandot, bring the wine!" Baigu Mo Xuan just looked at the beautiful scenery under him and turned to Turandot standing aside.

"Only!"

Turandot was ordered to take a glass of wine to Baigu Mochen. Baigu Mochen took the wine, tilted his hand, and the wine slowly remained on Leng Qingyan's face. Leng Qingyan felt that it was a pervert. The cold wine poured on him, and his skin seemed to be burning with fire. Leng Qingyan took a breath.

"~ cough" Baigu Moxuan seemed to have discovered the new world. He lowered his head and gently licked the wine on her face with the tip of his tongue. He raised his pale face with a strange smile and looked at Leng Qingyan and said, "are you comfortable? Cough ~"

Leng Qingyan just stared at him. This man is definitely abnormal because of his physical disability.

Baigu Mo Xuan stared at the cold face under her body. This woman is very interesting. She is not afraid of herself. She dares to stare at herself. The less she struggles, the more she wants to see her painful struggle. Her eyes turned around and turned to Turandot and said, "you can help her change her clothes and send it to the Colosseum."