Chapter 618

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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Cold ice and cold eyes, killing force.

The cold eyes Shua open, Ryukyu cold on the upper body bullying from the extended pull clan patriarch.

One eye to the eyes of upper Ryukyu, the extended pull clan leader involuntarily made a cold war, good sharp eyes, good Yin cold Qi.

Let his hair stand up for a moment.

Turning his head, he didn't look at Ryukyu's eyes at once. The extended patriarch flashed to Ryukyu's back and took a breath: "good eyes, good for my preparation."

He said that he stretched out his hand behind Ryukyu, and a thick cloth tightly covered Ryukyu's eyes.

Only the head of Ryukyu, which is slightly active, is the opponent of the clan leader of the extended Ba nationality. Several of them are tied tightly under the struggle.

The eyes suddenly darkened, the body was motionless, the eyes could not see, only the audible and audible hand was left, and the whole hand was tightly held.

"If you touch me, you will die without a burial place." Not frightened, not afraid, the blindfolded Ryukyu is as calm as if she is not the one to be raped, but the coldness emanating from the inside, and the words spewed out word by word, reveal the extreme murderous spirit of determination.

"Haha, I'd like to see how to die without burial place." Obscene smile in the ear ring, that rough big hand, has touched the shoulder of the moon.

"Such a beautiful woman, I still meet the first one in my life." Haha's smile echoed in the narrow torture room, and the stinking mouth slowly extended to the head and neck of Ryukyu.

"Hiss." A crack in his lapel sounded, and Ryukyu felt only a chill on his body. His lapel was torn in half, and the wet whip tightly tightened his skin.

No screams, no cries for help.

Calm, a kind of calm like an outsider.

But the tightly bound fist clenched tightly, and the whip on the skin tightened more and more tightly into the flesh of Ryukyu.

Blood, little by little, drips down the fist to the ground, bright red and green.

"Hiss." It was the sound of a torn skirt again, and Ryukyu felt only a chill on his leg.