Chapter 1182

As soon as the voice fell, Leng junao's palm was raised, and Zhao Wanxi was like a broken kite. Alas, she was thrown directly into the soft couch.

Zhao Wanxi just stabilized her body and wanted to get up. The man's big palm was gently pressed on her waist, keeping an extremely ambiguous posture, and making her unable to counterclaim.

No matter how hard she was kicked, she could only fight in vain.

"Leng junao, let me go! If you dare Believe it or not, I want your life

Leng junao's eyes were getting darker and darker. He whispered: "my life has been given to you, but you betrayed me! Xi'er, it seems that I love you so much that you despise me so much. Tonight I will let you know how I used to hurt you! "

Zhao Wanxi is exhausted with fists and kicks, but there is a great disparity in men's strength

In the depths of Leng junao's eagle eyes, the light of the eyes is intricate. The impulse of the body finally conquers the reason, and he doesn't want to torture himself any more.

CEN Leng's thin lips devour a woman's soft lips. The cold night is quiet, but the temperature in the room keeps rising.

Zhao Wanxi's brain is blank, and the strange electric current is all over her body. She even forgot to resist. It's a familiar feeling

The lotus is warm in the tent and the clothes are flying.

Full moon hanging high, but covered by dark clouds, seems to be ashamed to see the ambiguous picture in the palace of Yu Liao kingdom.

The next morning, Zhao Wanxi's body was sour and numb, just like a puppet that was put back by a careless carpenter. Her hands and feet were weak, and her whole body was so weak that she felt difficult to move. Even when the sun was shining, she didn't want to move for half a minute.

Lying on the bed for a long time, she was in a complicated state of mind, and her heart was like overturning a bottle of Schisandra.

Everything, every detail of last night, is like a brand iron in my mind, but why did she There is no resistance, and ultimately also sink among them, unable to extricate themselves.

There was movement outside the door. It was Leng junao's voice: "she hasn't woken up yet?"

"No

The maid's voice is very light, for fear that it will make Leng junao angry.

"Look, if you let her leave this room, you'll wait for her head to fall."

Leng junao's voice has no emotion, can't hear the meaning of care.

"Yes

The maids, eunuchs and bodyguards of Yuliao palace knelt on the ground, silent.

Leng junao stood in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, finally did not open the door, went in to have a look, turned and left.

Last night, he asked for her. His familiar body brought him unspeakable happiness, but this It also aroused his deeper greed. Besides her body, he wanted to Her memory, her heart!

In the past, Xi'er always supported him, but now Xi'er stealthily hid Yelv jiaoru and could not confront him.

Strangeness and opposition become the estrangement between them.

What Leng junao cares about is not Yelv jiaoru. What he cares about is his Xi'er, no longer the woman who didn't want her life for him.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the corridor, and the man looked at it.

"Emperor, the battle report ahead!"

The dusk four spirit color is dignified, the face is taut, after saying these six words, the lips are tight.

Leng Jun Ao stops and answers lightly: "say!"

"Yeluye from the North has attacked..."

"Yeluye..." Leng Jun Ao sneered, "I underestimated his ability. Where did he attack?"

"Outside Kyoto."