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Chapter 10 Then we...

That man was none other than Jing Moye.

Feng Shuying's voice was trembling: "Prince...Prince?"

Jing Moye glanced at her wistfully and threw a piece of rope in front of her: "Who tied it?"

As soon as Feng Shuying saw this posture, she knew that he had climbed in through the window.

The trip wire on the window looks ordinary, but it is actually very lethal. Under normal circumstances, once it is on, it will be easily tied up by the rope and hung up.

At this time, the rope was destroyed, and Jing Mohua was not only safe and sound, but also made no movement, which was enough to show that the rope she carefully prepared was of no use to him.

She cursed in her heart, people here are mentally ill, they stay up late at night, one climbs through the window, another breaks into the door, and breaks into a girl's boudoir in the middle of the night!
Her face was sweet and sensible: "I was afraid that my uncle and others would harm me, so I tied a rope to the window to protect myself."

"If I had known that the prince would come tonight, I would never have placed such a thing by the window."

When Jing Moye heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly and he raised his fingers at her.

Feng Shuying didn't want to go there at all, but she remembered the scene where he beheaded Chen Yansheng in the Buddhist temple today. She didn't dare to disobey him and walked over with a smile.

Jing Moye pressed his hand down, gesturing for her to squat down.

She didn't know what he was going to do, so she knelt down in cooperation: "Your Majesty, you came to me in the middle of the night. Do you miss me?"

Jing Moye raised his eyelids, glanced at her and said, "Miss you? Are you worthy?"

Feng Shuying: "..."

No matter how quick she reacted, she couldn't answer the question.

Jing Moye's patience was exhausted, and he pressed his big hand on her shoulder.

She was unprepared and was pushed down to sit on the ground beside the bed. The movement was so big that her internal organs were trembling.

She looked at Jing Moye and met his cold, deep eyes filled with rage and murderous intent.

His aura was too strong and this action was too aggressive. Her body shook uncontrollably.

He reached out and pinched her chin, bloodthirsty killing intent rolling in his heart, and his hand slowly moved to her neck.

His palms were big and his knuckles were long. Her neck was slender and white. His hands could break her neck with just a little force.

At this moment, Feng Shuying felt as if she was being targeted by a beast, and sweat dripped down her back.

She reached out and grabbed his hand and asked, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Jing Moye did not answer her question, but she saw a flash of red light in his eyes.

She was a little surprised, so she drew a calming charm in the air and pressed it on the back of his hand.

Jing Moye felt that his whole person suddenly became much clearer, and the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

He asked: "Are you a member of Xuanmen?"

Feng Shuying is a member of the Taoist sect. The Taoist sect and the Xuanmen can be equated, but the original owner is not.

She shook her head decisively: "My lord, you are mistaken. I am not a member of Xuanmen."

Jing Moye's eyelids drooped slightly: "Are you not? Then you are a waste, and a waste does not deserve to live."

He tightened his grip on her neck, and she instantly felt like she couldn't breathe.

When she first met him, she knew he was crazy, but she really didn't expect that he would be so crazy!

She was so pinched that she couldn't speak at all, so she tried her best to draw a talisman.

At the moment when the seal was completed, Jing Moye felt weak all over. As soon as the hand around her neck loosened, he fell off the bed.

When he fell, his hand lost its strength and naturally fell down, landing directly on her chest.

Feng Shuying: "..."

Jing Moye: "..."

Neither of them expected this variable, and they were both stunned.

Feng Shuying's throat was itchy and she coughed violently. Jing Moye didn't move and asked her, "What did you just do to me?"

He tried moving his hands, and the touch under his hands was very subtle. He had never felt it before, and he was a little curious.

Feng Shuying's throat was so uncomfortable that he couldn't care about it for the time being, so he reached out and pinched it twice more.

Feng Shuying: "..."

Is this an addiction to taking advantage?
What the hell!
She wanted to reach out and push him away, but she couldn't find the strength to push him away at all.

She was about to explode with anger. She felt that she could never accept this kind of loss, so she stopped pushing him and went straight to meet him, biting his lips.

Jing Moye's body stiffened, and his restless hand stopped.

The four eyes faced each other, one eye was burning with anger, and the other was full of danger.

Jing Moye pushed her back to the ground: "You are so brave!"

After Feng Shuying met his eyes, her rationality returned.

She remembered that this guy was the biggest villain here. Even the male protagonist was driven to death by him. He was not someone she could offend.

She lowered her head slightly and said with some embarrassment: "I have been in love with the prince for a long time, but just now I can't help myself. Please forgive me!"

Jing Moye turned over and sat on the ground, and said coolly: "Do you think this king will believe your lies?"

Feng Shuying: "..."

She felt from the bottom of her heart that this man was too difficult to deal with. He was like a psychopath and couldn't figure out his thoughts at all.

She said bravely: "What I just said is from my heart."

"Although these words may sound too bold and disrespectful at first, the prince and I are an unmarried couple, so it shouldn't hurt to be bolder."

Jing Moye looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze and said softly: "I will ask you one last time, are you a member of Xuanmen?"

Feng Shuying was afraid that if she said something negative, he would reach out to strangle her again. If he did it again, she would really be strangled to death by him.

She said: "I am not a Taoist, but I am interested in these things and have studied a little."

Jing Moye snorted coldly and said, "A woman who never tells the truth."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, lay down on her bed, and patted the bed with his hand.

She asked warily: "What to do?"

The corners of Jing Moye's lips curled up slightly: "Don't you admire me? I will give you a chance to get close to me."

Feng Shuying: "..."

Thank you, she doesn't want this opportunity at all.

She asked him: "May I ask, Your Majesty, how do you switch freely between strangling someone to death and getting close to someone?"

Jing Moye replied: "It depends on your mood."

Feng Shuying: "..."

Although she didn't want to get the answer from his mouth, his statement made her want to strangle him to death.

This man is really no ordinary guy!

Jing Moye looked at her and said, "I will count to three. If you don't come over, I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Shuying jumped on the bed and pulled the quilt to cover the two of them.

Jing Moye: "...What are you doing?"

Feng Shuying asked him: "My lord, are you in a good mood now?"

Jing Moye narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It's okay."

Feng Shuying pressed him down: "It's okay, it's not bad. Can we get close and intimate now?"

(End of this chapter)