This is also because Shangguan Rui and the princess doted on him, which made him become more violent and violent.

"Don't be so cruel, she is your wife, you have to treat her well, go ahead..." Shangguan Rui seduced with a smile.

The eldest son walked towards Mu Qingxue. Mu Qingxue looked at Shangguan Rui desperately and shook her head repeatedly: "No... no..." Shangguan Rui said with a smile: "Good boy, you are very good..." Mu Qingxue was all over the place.

Trembling, he closed his eyes in pain.

Will there be good times in the rest of my life?

Probably none.

Why doesn't Master want to come and see her? She is in such torture and living in the lowest level of the eighteenth level of hell.

The one who pushed her into the abyss was the master who stood by and watched.

She resented the empress, and hated her master and Mu Ruge even more. Compared with the blades of outsiders, the sword of the person closest to her was extremely sharp! Several voices seemed to come from outside the room and the formation, Mu Qingxue looked at her

His pupils tightened and his hands clenched slightly... "Little Moyou, are you being too picky? I am the owner of Yingyue Tower and His Highness of the Nine Realms. If you use a hemostatic bottle, do you have to give me a job?"

It's Jiu Ci's voice.

Life is miserable, but it is just that.

Only when you have the contrast of holiness and cleanliness can you discover your own dirtiness.

It's dirt that can't be washed away in a lifetime. Even if you shed this layer of skin, it won't be clean.

Jiu Ci's voice is very nice, not as magnetic as a mature man's, but has a youthful voice, full of evil nature.

"Little Moyou, my neck hurts so much. Look, what's going on?"

Jiu Ci pointed to his neck: "It hurts like a knife."

Mo You was walking towards the east attic, and Jiu Ci was following him, unable to shake him off, and kept chattering away.

Every time Jiu Ci mentioned the injury on his neck, Mo You would stop. She glanced at Jiu Ci's neck worriedly... Jiu Ci was even more showy than Chu Changge. For small injuries as big as a fart, use soft cloth

The inner three layers and the outer three layers were wrapped up so airtight that I couldn't even lower my head and could only hold my neck.

Mo You took off the soft cloth and said, "There is no need to wrap it up so much."

"I'm afraid my neck will be broken."

"..." With an injury the size of a fingernail... how could the neck be broken?

Mo You refreshed his understanding of Jiu Ci's scoundrels.

After taking off the soft cloth, Mo You looked at the wound the size of a fingernail and sighed helplessly.

"The injury has healed a lot, and everything will be fine."
Chapter completed!