Chapter 705

Mo shallow son clenched his teeth and controlled himself to scream out. Why, why!

"Prince, I don't have dragon spirit blood now." She had to remind him again that without the dragon spirit blood, she had no use. Why did he still cling to a slave like this.

The slaves in the prince's mansion were not taken to the noble family to play with.

But why is Lu Huoying reluctant to let her go.

The Mo shallow son felt from has not had the despair and the grievance.

"Change the dragon spirit blood back to our palace at once, otherwise we will let you know how harmful your existence is to the king and the princess." Lu Huoying looks up at her, her eyes are as fierce as wolves: "maybe you like to see them get involved with you?"

Mo shallow son hates to ground him, bite the lower lip not to speak, be so ruthless, hate to bite to death his vision to look at him.

She knew she couldn't fight him.

He also knew that if he went out to deal with the wanwang mansion, he would have a way. He might not win, but he would lose both.

Lu Huoying was a person who even dared to kill his mother and concubine, but his eyes didn't blink.

When the woman died in front of her and fell to the ground, she still looked at her with a pair of resentful eyes.

She didn't know why she resented herself, whether she didn't save her or because of something else, she didn't know.

At that time, she was scared. She was afraid that Lu Huoying would have nightmares at night. From then on, she was afraid of Lu Huoying and had a shadow.

All the thoughts on his heart disappeared.

He said that if he wanted to deal with the wanwang mansion, he would certainly deal with it. He was a desperado. Even if he achieved his present status, he had no fear.

He has no weakness except Su muwei.

Yes, and Su muwei.

"If the prince deals with the wanwangfu, Miss Su will not have a good end." Mo shallow son way.

"It doesn't matter who it is." Lu Huoying pulls off her pants, lifts up her robe and rushes in.

Mo shallow son sat up exclaimed: "go away!"

Lu Huoying didn't prevent her from resisting suddenly. She was hit by her forehead and fell back on the bed. A pair of cold eyes looked at her severely: "Mo shallow, what you should do now is not to resist, but to think how to get the maximum forgiveness."

Mo qian'er rushes out of bed and runs out. Lu Huoying grabs her back with a big palm. She holds her body tightly, so that he can't take advantage of it.

"We can use the slave print flute completely. It's useless all the time. It's to give you a chance to be conscious. In this way, you may get better treatment in the future."

Mo shallow son screams loudly: "let go of me! Let go of me, you devil. You're a madman. Get out of the way

Lu Huoying leaned over her lips and kissed her rudely, without any tenderness.

It's useless for Mo qian'er to struggle. She is afraid to rush into her heart. She feels like she's drowned by the sea. There's no way to live. The huge sense of oppression suffocates her.

She cried out in fear: "no, no, mother, why don't you come to save me, mother why do you want to leave me, I'm so afraid, I'm afraid..."

There was a tremor in her voice, and she cried helplessly and pitifully.

Lu burned the shadow to stop, some surprised to look at Mo shallow son.

She hardly cried in front of herself, even if sometimes she couldn't help crying.