Chapter 646

When he saw her for the first time, he was really tempted by the smell of primitive blood.

It's just that he fell in love with her, and it's true.

Qin Molin's last rational string was seduced by the enchanting blood lips, and his eyes completely turned into blood red.

He rushed up recklessly, sucking the blood between her lips, with a deadly evil spirit.

Every trace of blood flow, Feng Xingying can feel a trace of weakness.

Can she endure the pain, stubbornly standing in the same place, gave up the spiritual protection, like ordinary people feel the pain.

I don't know when the shackles on Feng Xingying's body have been untied, but there is no freedom of movement.

Because he tied her tightly in his arms, instead of those spiritual forces, and wrapped her in his arms, his bondage was closer than binding.

Qin Molin's eyes are more and more red, and his breath has a terrible sense of despair.

Feng Xingying pushed him hard, but he didn't have any strength.

He's kind of subconscious. He also knew that he would take her into a room and leave her on a fur Princess chair in the room.

The imperial concubine's chair cushioned under Feng Xingying's body, but he came up like a wild animal and pressed it down.

Qin Mo Lin can no longer control his emotions, while through the corner of her lip wound, constantly sucking her blood, although the amount is small, but he is not tired.

And his hands and feet did not stop, rudely tore her clothes, crushed her to death.

Feng Xingying pushes him desperately. This kind of humiliation is not what Feng Xingying wants. This beast like Qin Molin is not what Feng Xingying wants to see.

However, no matter her blood or herself, it has the most fatal and direct temptation to him.

Blood, like a little trickle, entered his mouth and dyed his lips into enchanting purple.

And his heat, also once again swell to the limit, rough siege.

"Ah

Feng Xingying screamed with pain.

Without any foreplay, cooperation and emotion, Feng Xingying feels the pain like silk. She trembles all over and subconsciously grasps the sheets.

She doesn't want to catch Qin Molin because she hates him now.

But Qin Molin all with the instinct of the body, again and again, rough to her continuous pain, endless.

Until the pain becomes numbness, habit and shame.

Feng Xingying stubbornly insisted that she didn't want to make a sound, but she couldn't help spilling a few syllables from her teeth.

It's really painful. He is bigger and longer than ordinary people, and now he is more uncontrolled and totally rough.

He brought her not enjoyment, but torture.

What Feng Xingying hates most is herself. After getting used to this kind of pain and size, she gradually adapts and lets him go in and out wantonly.

This time, without any omen, it was like a hailstorm after a thunderbolt.

Feng Xingying silently endures, endures, does not know when is the end.

Every trace of pain made her more aware of how powerless she was and how humiliating he brought her.

The shame of the body is never equal to the endless despair of the heart.

Once, how much she loved him, now how much she hates him.

Every trace of pain in Feng Xingying seems to remind her that this is what she asked for and what she should redeem. It's her who deserves it. It's her who's overreacting.

Feng Xingying looks at the man who is so strange that she feels terrible, the blood pupil man who has been completely controlled by demon blood, and sneers in pain.

This is Qin Molin.

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