The Bride of the Serpent Prince

"It is indeed the little hall of the demon world. It will always be so high and proud, but the feng shui turns in turns. Do you think you have any qualifications to say such a thing?"

"Zhai Qianyi, don't be proud, even if you die, Your Highness will die with you!" The noble bloodlines of the demon world young master determines that he will never be softened to his enemies, and he will never yield.

"Very well, I tell you the truth. I asked Mo Ranchen to take her medicine and take away your woman. You also know Mo Ranchen. He likes that woman for a long time. If she has no chastity, you will still accept her. Ha ha ha ha ... "The arrogant laughter sounded in his ear, but no doubt gave him the heaviest blow.

"Junchun, what do you do with Chunchun? I tell you, if something happened to her, Your Highness will never let you go!" Damn, at this moment he was really anxious, something big happened in the demon world, he Now that the magic power is not strong, he can't go back to help, and now she is still taken away. He can really blame him for worry.

"Haha, your woman is enjoying his tenderness in Mo Ranchen's bed now, 夙 Feiyue, how does it feel to be taken away by your love?"

"No, Chunchun, I'm going to save her now!" He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't let her be hurt, so he just prepared to rush forward in the direction just now, but a figure stopped firmly In front of him.

"Tie Feiyue, if you want to save her, go through my level first!" Sharp sword pointed against him, Zhai Qianyi smiled proudly and madly.

No, I ca n’t wait any longer. Delaying for another minute is a kind of harm to pure and pure. Even though I know the difference between the two's current strength is very different, but Qi Feiyue still imitates the ice sword that has just been stowed and welcomes him directly. Go up.

"It's really death!" Zhai Qiandi snorted coldly, and today he must use the soul-stealing sword to **** the soul of this demon palace, and go back to the old fellow of Lin Linmei, how exactly his proud son was defeated Under his sword.

He was so in danger, but there was no guilt or shame in his heart. In his eyes, there was nothing bright and clear, no matter what means or methods were used, as long as he won the game, it was not important.

...

The sky was gloomy, as if a heavy rain was imminent, and the atmosphere in the room in a certain villa of Moh's Manor was strange and dull ...

Looking at the little face that still slept, as lovely and beautiful as the sleeping beauty, Mo Ranchen's heart could no longer be calm, shaking his hand and gently stroking the face he had thought countless times in his dream, Stroking the red lips he longed for countless times, and fierce eyes gazed at the graceful figure wrapped in her beautiful dress. Does all this really belong to him?

Happiness seemed to come too fast, making him temporarily unacceptable!

His heart was still struggling between moral reason and desire greed, did he really want to ruin her innocence in this way? Forcing her to be her own woman by such a despicable means? What would she do if she really hated him after waking up and never forgave him for life?

His hands trembled and hovered around her neckline. Desire told her to tear her clothes off immediately and ask her fiercely! But reason has desperately stopped him so much, stop, don't you say you love her? Since you love her, you must not hurt her!