Chapter 1607

"You..."

Hathor was so ashamed and angry that he looked at Li Meng who was pressing on her.

Facing Hathor's anger, Li Meng slaps Hathor's slender thigh with a slap.

First is the angry reprimand, then is the feeble struggle, has to say, Hathor has the acting talent.

In the cooperation of Hathor, Li Meng also played a play.

However, Hathor is a fake, but Li Meng is a fake.

It seems that the general appointment of Li Meng's fake, Hathor did not resist.

On the throne, Isis sat calmly, listening to Hathor's angry and powerless screams above. Her face was unusually calm, without any retaliatory pleasure or any superfluous expression.

On the contrary, Tong Wei in the main hall looked at each other as he listened to Hathor's scream.

It lasted for several hours before the movement above gradually disappeared.

In the birdcage, on the soft bed, they hugged each other quietly.

Hathor, with a tired face, nestles in Li Meng's arms. Her full and mature body is so attractive.

Several hours of "struggle" has already exhausted Hathor's body and mind and made her voice hoarse.

In order to make Hathor scream more real, Li Meng left a lot of red marks on Hathor.

Li Meng has no control over his strength.

"Is that enough?"

Tightly grasped the waist that caresses hand, Hathor coldly looks at Li Meng, the words are low.

Is in front of this man's rough possession of her, not gentle, only violence.

This makes Hathor feel ashamed and angry at the same time, there is a strange feeling in her heart.

It never occurred to her that the carnal desire among human beings should be such a feeling.

"Not enough!"

With a little smile, Li Meng turned over again and pressed onto Hathor's delicate body.

Since it's a play, whether it's fake or real, we should satisfy Isis below.

For three days, the movement over the hall lasted for three days.

Hathor's struggle from the beginning of the reprimand, to the final silent.

On the third day, Hathor's struggling voice could not be heard from above, only the feeble hum.

Although it's a fake, it's more like a fake. Hathor can simulate the emotional change of a powerless woman very well.

In the hall, Isis sat on the throne for three days.

The black power of death is disturbing. Beside the throne, Li Meng's figure appears.

Looking at Isis on the throne, Li Meng nodded and said, "it's almost over. She has suffered a lot in body, mind and spirit these days. She may not have despair yet. If it continues, she may hate you very much."

Looking at Li Meng in front of him, a tear came out of Isis' eyes, and he seemed so helpless.

Li Meng knew that although Isis's face looked calm, his heart was complicated.

Without saying much, Li Meng stretched out his right hand and gently wiped away the tear for Isis.

Then Li Meng turned to Tong Wei in the hall and said, "let her down."

To Li Meng's order, the uniformed guards first took a look at Isis. Seeing that Isis did not respond, the uniformed guards obeyed the order.

In the "creak, creak" metal running sound, the bird cage above is falling bit by bit.

As the cage came down, Isis saw Hathor in the cage.

On the bed, Hathor curled up in the corner of the bed, wrapped in a blanket, looking helpless.

His long golden hair was in a mess and exposed from the blanket. His shoulders and face were blue and purple, so sad.

She looked up numbly at Isis on the throne, then silently lowered her head and buried her head on her legs.

Seeing Hathor in the birdcage, Tong Wei in the hall looks at Li Meng angrily.

And Isis is Lengleng Leng looking at Hathor, I do not know what to think.

For a long time, Isis opened his mouth and breathed out.

Looking at Hathor in the birdcage, she said indifferently, "Hathor, this is the end of all the gratitude and resentment. You and I will make a clean break. I don't owe you, and you don't owe me. You are free."

As the words fell, Isis got up from the throne with a calm look and turned away with light steps.

The Tong Wei in the hall seems to have received some orders. A Tong Wei opens the birdcage with a key.

"Ah..."

What are these things.

With a sigh in his heart, Li Meng left the throne and came to the birdcage.

Open the iron door, Li Meng went in and came to the bedside.

Looking at Hathor, who was curled up in a ball on the bed, and his eyes were still blank, Li Meng didn't say much. He bent slightly and held Hathor in his arms with a blanket in the posture of a princess.

Holding Hathor, Li Meng went out.

She's free

The vision slightly restored pure and bright, looking at the back that gradually away of the birdcage, Hathor's expression some suddenly.

Life in the birdcage is not so beautiful, but now, it's all over.

Looking up at the indifferent man in front of her, Hathor had no anger in her heart.

Why is his embrace so warm?

Hathor didn't understand and didn't know her state of mind at this time.

Shouldn't she be angry when he treats herself like this these days? Shouldn't she be angry?

"Don't worry, since Isis let you go, it shows that she still feels something about your appearance at this time. I'll send you back first, and then I'll be blamed by her."

"Did it work?"

In her arms, Hathor's whisper began to ring.

This is her question and the answer she wants to know.

"Well, it's not a success. What will happen to you two in the future, it's up to you."

When Li Meng came to the parking platform on the top floor with good care, a demon warship had landed.

When leaving the cage, Hathor contacted his subordinates.

With Hathor in his arms, Li Meng boarded the warship.

In the "buzzing" engine roar, the 100m class warship took off and quickly disappeared in the distance.

The temple of Hathor is not far from the temple of Isis. The contact between the two places is only a few hundred kilometers.

We'll be there in less than a quarter of an hour.

Soon the warships arrived at the temple of Hathor.

Hathor's pyramid is a third larger than Isis temple.

The apron is wide enough.

When Li Meng came out of the hatch with Hathor in his arms, a large group of waiters had been waiting on the apron.

These maids are not demons. They are all human maids who serve the gods. They are all wearing light gauze skirts.