The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 275
He only bows his head when he looks at me...

That's right, she was the number one beauty in martial arts, and she looked up to him for three years, and he never bowed his head, not even his eyes.

Rong Qiannian smiled, so complacent: "This kind of Rong Jiu, can you learn it?"

Without deep affection and promise, how could she learn this woman's self-confidence and her reckless arrogance?
Shan Shui smiled miserably, silently.

"Oh." She rolled her eyes, full of aura, and her eyes were filled with a smile, "It's still wrong, my man only loves Rong Jiu like me."

That's right, there are thousands of women in the world, with various looks and charms everywhere, but Rong Jiu is the only one who has won the love of Mr. Shang Rong.

She is so capable, who can learn it.

"Oh." Shan Shui let out a wry smile, "It turns out that I have endured the pain of bone removal and gouging out for nothing." She narrowed her eyes, drooping powerlessly, seeing the blood all over her body, she moved slightly, tearing painfully, tearing Lips, smiled far-fetched, "But it's okay, he likes this face after all, I am all wounded, not a single inch is intact, only this face, without any scars, at least he can't bear to part with this face."

Rong Qiannian's eyes froze suddenly, and she raised her eyes, melting the woman into a pool of cold ice.The woman in the eyes wore lute bones, nailed her shoulder blades, and was stained with blood all over her body. There were many scars on her body, but no one spot was intact, except for that extremely resembling face, which was not damaged at all.

Her family's man couldn't do anything to her face.

That's all!Rong Qiannian raised her hand and looked at it carefully by the candlelight. She was white and innocent, and she didn't know what would happen if it was stained with blood.

Raising her eyes, she said: "So, I can't tolerate it even more. If my man doesn't put a knife on my face, I will not be soft." She raised her eyes and stared at the woman's face carefully, "Well, How many knives will it take to carve out my Rong Jiu's face." Stepping slowly, she approached, looking more carefully, "How many knives will it take now, before I can slice off your face bit by bit .”

Such a voice and smile, yet so murderous.

This is Rong Jiu, with a ruthless smile that no one can learn from.

"What are you going to do?" There was no way to retreat, she pulled the iron chain and leaned back, a chill permeated her limbs and bones.

She didn't say anything, she looked at the instruments of torture hanging on the wall carefully, as if she was thinking.

After a while, she turned her eyes, still smiling: "I want you to taste the pain of festering internal organs."

The pupils dilated, and there was a piercing sound of iron chains being ripped apart. However, the woman nailed to the wall had no way of retreating.

Su grabbed a dark white dagger, and walked very slowly step by step: "I want you to pay back a hundred times and a thousand times the suffering my family Feng Ge'er has suffered."

The light of the knife flashed, dazzling, and suddenly, the blood color was enchanting.

"what!"

"what……"

A heart-piercing scream probably came out of the Jiaolan Palace, and rang through the entire Fengqing Palace.

"boom!"

The iron door slammed open, and wisps of fire leaked into the dark dungeon.

Rong Qiannian suddenly looked back, and looked into a pair of blue pupils, the extremely beautiful pupils were no longer indifferent, they were so astonishingly chaotic.

"Eleven." His eyes were dazed, and he looked at the woman under the candlelight. She was wearing a white dress, stained with spots of red, and blood was dripping drop by drop along her fingertips. Her eyes were stained with blood. Red, as cold as the snow that never fades in a thousand years, she stood straight, the wall behind her was a mass of blood and flesh, her whole face was beyond recognition, and the blood was gurgling all over the ground.

She smiled, her eyes gradually faded red: "You are not good, I told you not to let you in."

Suddenly, she was in a daze, she rubbed her brows, and with a light body, she bumped into a cool embrace, with a familiar breath on the tip of her nose: "If you don't want to keep her, even Ling Chi, I can help you with a single blow." Cut out." A cool hand brushed her face, carefully wiped the blood stains on her face, took her hand again, and wiped it over and over again, unable to bear to complain, after all, her tone was so soft that she said, "Why not?" Obedient, how do you wash your hands clean?"

Rong Qiannian blinked: "Aren't I afraid that you will be soft on my face?" Her eyelashes flickered and trembled, and she frowned, "Yiyao, is her blood too bloody?"

Xiao Shan's face froze slightly, and he looked at the woman in his arms carefully.

Rong Qiannian rubbed her eyebrows: "I'm dizzy."

After the two words fell, his body went limp, and he fell into Xiao Shan's arms, next to his ear, a faint voice shouted: "Eleventh!"

Shouting, so flustered, probably more than 20 years, has never been like this, as if the sky is falling apart.He was so flustered that he couldn't hold her tightly, and couldn't grasp her veins several times, his porcelain white fingertips trembled violently.

The blue pupils were dark without any ups and downs. After a long time, the dark color slowly faded away, the frowning brows gradually opened, softening the stern side face, and the corners of the lips slowly raised. He leaned over and moved closer to her ear.

He said: You scared me to death.

He said: Fortunately...

He turned around, flicked his sleeves that were not stained with dust, and the instrument of torture on the rock platform fell to the ground. He leaned over, picked up the sleeping woman, placed him on the blue-glazed rock, untied his cloak, and tied her carefully. good.

"Be good and sleep for a while." Xiao Shan stretched out his hand, brushing the side of her cool face, "I will do it for you if you want to."

He leaned over, kissed her lips, raised his eyes, suddenly looked at the bloody part of the wall, opened his lips, and said in a very gentle tone: "Why do you want to make her sad? I can't even bear her, how dare you?"

The consciousness of the woman nailed to the wall has long been lost. There is only a pair of dilated pupils that are filled with bloodshot eyes, and she opens her mouth. On her face and in her mouth, there is gurgling blood. One knife after another, blood and flesh surged, but the right side was intact.

How many knives do you need?The woman's face was slashed with a knife.

Oh, it's just the thirteen knives on the right.

He leaned over, picked up the dagger held by the woman, wiped the dagger over and over again with his unstained sleeves, and slowly raised his eyes. There was a glint of cold blue, so frightening: "There is a criminal law in the snowy region, you can do it." You know? One knife cuts out the flesh and bones, without hurting the lifeblood, you can live for three days, no one is fatal, and you will die alive."

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if smiling.

The woman pulled her lips, smiled wryly, and the left side of her cheek was bleeding profusely.

It turns out that these two people are so similar, they really match each other, and when they are hot, they will smile slightly, as if they are casual.

Step by step, he walked slowly, his white sleeves were stained with blood, and under the candlelight, it was smudged into an enchanting flower. He pointed the dagger at the woman's face, and looked carefully: "Let's start with the face first."

The pupils were clanging, the woman opened her lips, unable to speak in tune, struggled, but there was no way to retreat, in the eyes, the man's face was so charming.

This man, when he was ruthless, he can be so beautiful.

"what!"

The white robe was stained with blood, and screams and screams resounded throughout the palace. This night was bone-chillingly cold.

(End of this chapter)