Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

At the moment of landing, Mu Ziling couldn't bear it. She raised her hand to untie the restraint that made her extremely uncomfortable around her waist, but she couldn't help it.

At this moment, she was top-heavy, pale, sweaty, and uncomfortable with pain in her belly, as if her body were to be cut into two sections.

Suddenly, the belt broke off somehow.

Of course, Mu Ziling's entire body instantly looked like a puppet off the line, squatting weakly on the ground.

Long Xiaoyu's face was cold and cold, and he stared at Mu Ziling who squatted at his feet.

Looking at the fragile and small figure curled up into a ball, Long Xiaoyu involuntarily stretched out her hand to pamper her, but finally she let it go and clenched her fists.

Mu Ziling's head was resting on her knees, her hands were on her belly, like a lonely and helpless child, but she could not bear to say a word, no one knew what she was thinking at the moment.

For a long while, Mu Zi Lingbi stood up, looked at Long Xiaoyu without looking, and resolutely went to Yuhan Hall.

However, before she took a step, Long Xiaoyu reached out and clasped her slender wrist, his big hand was not as warm and soft as before.

At this moment, his hands were as cold as frost and as hard as iron.

His breath was cold and tough, but he was also aggressive, a pair of dark, dark eyes like a lake, which contained deep anger, seemed to explode.

"Pray for the princess to leave without saying anything to the king," Long Xiaoyu's voice was as cold as the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and her face was cold and frosty.

Say what? What would she say? What can she say?

Do you want to confess to him? Shouldn't he run out against his orders?

However, he is high above him and relentlessly prays to His Royal Highness. Will he need others to admit his mistakes?

And would it be useful to beg your confession in disobedience to His Highness King's orders?

Besides, she would go out and never thought of admitting a mistake.

A touch of irony flashed across Mu Ziling's beautiful eyes, fleeting.

Still have to tell him ...

Mu Ziling did not struggle or resist, she looked up at Long Xiaoyu, and evoked a gentle smile: "Thank you ... Thank you, Your Highness, for bringing the courtier back in person."

Mu Ziling worked hard to restrain the fluctuating emotions in his heart. His bright eyes were calm and waveless, clear and indifferent, and not stained with a trace of dust.

Yeah, thank him.

Thank you for not leaving her this time. Thank you for returning her in safety.

Otherwise, she would be trapped on the high roof of Kunning Palace at night, and maybe she would not be seen until dawn and killed as an assassin.

Night, quietly scary! Black is terrible!

The silent air around him was suffocating.

Unexpectedly, when this remark was made, Long Xiaoyu's anger was ignited instantly, and the sharp cold eyes like ice blade suddenly became fierce, cold, bloodthirsty, shimmering, and shocking like an eagle.

Long Xiaoyu's cold and terrifying gaze stared at Mu Ziling momentarily, and he asked, "You, say, why?"

As sharp as the wind blade, Mu Ziling's calm watery eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the layer of calm diaphragm and shoot directly into the depths of her eyes.

His icy big hands were as hard as iron tongs, tightly, holding Mu Ziling's thin wrists tightly, and his white and moist hands suddenly burst into bruises.

God knows how much strength he has at this moment.

Mu Ziling just felt that there was no blood flow in her palms, and gradually it became dark and purple, as if cold, as if the entire hand was no longer hers.

What is he mad at? Shouldn't you thank him?

Not thank him? So what should she say?

Or ... really want her to admit it?

Admit it? Sorry, she can't do it!

Mu Ziling seemed to feel no pain, stubbornly looked back at his gaze, and Gu Jing's eyes bent a shallow, faint smile: "His Royal Highness, can you let go?"

Long Xiaoyu not only did not let go, but saw his long arm suddenly yank and pulled Mu Ziling into his arms.

Strong and strong hands grabbed her arm forcefully, and another pair of knuckle fingers provoked her sharp chin, pinching it fiercely.

Long Xiaoyu in anger didn't find it. The moment he grasped Mu Ziling's arm tightly, Mu Ziling looked slightly wrinkled, pursing his lips as if holding back something.

Long Xiaoyu looked at the small waveless face, the waveless eyes, the tightly clasped lips, and the chest was condensing with uncontrollable anger, it seemed that it would erupt in the next second.

Suddenly, Mu Ziling has not returned.

When she returned to God ... the whole body was covered with strong cold plum breath.

A sense of domineering breath filled her body with her nose, hitting the soft bottom of the heart, unavoidable and retreat.

Mu Ziling endured pain, tried his best to break free, but remained motionless, the whole body seemed to be crushed by him and integrated with him.

But the more she struggled and rebelled, the more Long Xiaoyu in anger wouldn't let go of her, the tighter she restrained, the more it would provoke the restrained anger in his heart.

Suddenly, Long Xiaoyu bullied herself, her big palm clasped her head tightly, and she pinched her soft lips.

Like a snake snake tongue pry open her biting teeth, wanton, crazy bite predatory.

Punishment, heavy punishment, severe punishment!

For a moment, he tasted the blood slowly flowing out of her mouth, with a slight fishy smell, a touch of sweetness in the slightly salty, and he dared to **** and bite.

The flexible tongue gnawed bitterly in her mouth, without half the tenderness, without the slightest intoxication, violent and ferocious, wild and violent.

The violent kiss and the raging punishment are like the turbulent waves, the waves are soaring, and the waves seem to be endless and endless.

The icy and strong cold and hard breath, unparalleled domineering strength, can not resist the arrogant momentum.

At this moment, Mu Ziling just felt pain, it was very painful!

The pain was hot, she didn't know where it was, because it seemed to be numb and she almost lost consciousness.

Her heart was extremely uncomfortable, and it was more anger, uncontrollable anger.

Why did Long Xiaoyu punish her in this way, and why she did what she wanted over and over again.

What is their relationship? Husband and wife relationship?

Huh! Are they husband and wife? Who are they legal and reasonable couples?

What kind of legal marriage is the marriage given by the old lady ‘intentionally’? I have n’t answered the pro, and I have n’t worshiped. What is a reasonable couple?

One's marriage, where's the husband and wife?

What couple? No shit!

Just because he was His High King, His King, no one dared to disobey his orders.

And she boldly disobeyed His Highness King's orders, so that made him angry?

Always resisting, Mu Ziling called the last consciousness, severely, biting the anger in her heart like a biting siege in her mouth, hot and flexible tongue.

Long Xiaoyu groaned, and instantly, the **** smell in each other's mouth was full and intertwined.

Suddenly, Long Xiaoyu instinctively withdrew from her mouth, and her crazy reason was also aroused, but the anger in her eyes was better, and she was preparing to deceive herself again.

Suddenly, Long Xiaoyu's dense sword eyebrows froze and felt something wrong.

He slowly let go of the palm of Mu Ziling's slender arm.

I saw his entire hand, his white snow-like robes, and even his body covered with sticky, red blood stains.

The red blood on the palms of the palms still remained warm.

It was just the shallow temperature that made Long Xiaoyu feel hot and hot. The heat spread from the palm of his hand to his heart, and hot to his cold heart.

On the sleeve robe, there was the dazzling and enchanting bright red on the body, like a red poppy blooming in the weird night, scorching and treacherous.

Mu Ziling was wearing a dark night clothes, she could not see any blood on her body, and she felt numbness and could not feel a little bit.

"Where was it hurt?" Long Xiaoyu quickly let go of Mu Ziling, and the anger in her heart disappeared for the most part, and Xun Ruoxing's eyes flashed a distress.

At this time, Long Xiaoyu quickly scanned Mu Ziling's whole body with her keen vision, only to find her arm hanging down naturally, the fingertip was still dripping blood drop by drop, and it fell to the ground. .

Yes, the arm of Mu Ziling's arrow was just grabbed by Long Xiaoyu, and after a violent struggle, the wound that was about to heal was cracked again.

However, at this moment, she could not feel the pain, she could not feel a little bit, and even the anger that had just been bullied by him had disappeared instantly.

Because, she just saw the distress that flashed in the eyes of Long Xiaoyu.

Is that her illusion? Is he really distressing her? Mu Ziling's heart was mixed at this moment, and he could not tell what it was like.

Would you like to tell him? Say what happened to her that day?

"I ..." Mu Ziling was about to speak.

however--

"I didn't tell you that day, I asked you to stay in the house where you are not allowed to go?" Long Xiaoyu's deep eyes were cold, but his tone was faint but reproachful.

Sure enough, she thought too much, it was really her illusion. He was now angry except for her coldness and indifference.

How could he feel bad for her? His emotions will only be affected by one person, just the gentle woman.

How could she have the patience to make His Royal Highness distressed? Mu Ziling's heart secretly evoked an ironic wry smile, and the **** palm slowly made a fist.

He still reprimanded her because she disobeyed his orders. He thought that she was hurt because she was not obedient, did she deserve to be hurt?

Yes! Mu Ziling, you deserve it, you have already kept your heart, and you have said that you no longer believe.

Mu Ziling When did your original firm heart become so fragile and so vulnerable?

Now just because of an illusion, my heart almost ignites hope, and I almost have to believe again. It's just too silly and ridiculous.

Mu Ziling, do you really have a tendency to be abused? It's really good that the scar has forgotten the pain, but now the scar is not good, and it's worse, you should wake up.

Long Xiaoyu stared at Mu Ziling, seeing her expression like crying instead of crying, smiling but not smiling. His hawk-like eyes were dull and unclear.

Mu Ziling raised her red lips, as if the blooming Manjushahua, with the coldness in the glory, she met his sight lightly ...