Chapter 139

Yan Qingyu's silence in Si Yucheng's eyes was equivalent to acquiesce. His eyes were burning and his heart was filled with pain, and there was an unknown emotion that kept lingering, rising and burning. It was as if the things he cared about not only did not have himself in his eyes, but also despised himself, which made him feel an indescribable frustration.

He reached out and pulled Yan Qingyu's collar directly, lowered his head, and bit her lips heavily, accompanied by pain and the taste of blood. Yan Qingyu almost subconsciously threw it directly over, and the crisp sound of the slap sounded in the air.

All nerves coagulate instantly!

Si Yucheng tilted his head and felt the hot and painful feeling on his face. The remaining reason turned into anger and pinched her chin and kissed her heavily... The smell of blood continued to spread in his mouth. Yan Qingyu gritted his teeth tightly, but was still broken through by the other party's strong and domineering manner. The man even pinched the bones between her chin and rubbed them hard, forcing her to speak.

This was not a light kiss at all, but a bite between wild animals. The smell of blood spread in his mouth. Yan Qingyu felt the other party's tongue domineeringly patrolling his territory like a king. She bit her hard with anger. When she heard the man's muffled sound, her chin was staggered with force. Si Yucheng's angry eyes burned with endless anger, especially feeling her resistance and the blood in her mouth, the collapse of his reason for the first time.

The self-pride reason turned into huge waves in front of this woman, and there was only one thought in my heart, which was to swallow this woman!

Her hands were staggering her chin so that she could no longer bite her. Her bloody tongue stained the bloody smell throughout her mouth, including every tooth. The angry Yan Qingyu reached out and pulled out the jade hairpin from her head and stabbed directly at the man in front of her, stabbing her shoulder heavily... At the same time, the man bit her tongue, making her cry in pain...

The extremely bloody and affectionate kiss, the man was so angry that he could not hear any sound. He suddenly woke up when he was knocked down by a punch. Mo Yiqing in front of him clenched his fists and looked gloomy: "Fourth Emperor Brother, don't go too far!"

Si Yucheng, who was sitting on the ground, came back to his senses, reached out to wipe the blood at the corner of his mouth, staring at the crystal water stains and traces of blood at the corner of Yan Qingyu's mouth. He licked the corner of his mouth quietly, and a layer of water stains floated on the corner of his sexy lips.

"What's the point of being too much? It's not the turn of the princess and brothers in this palace to come to save the beauty, right?"

Yan Qingyu reached out to hold her chin, and the pain of being staggered by force made endless murderous intent appear in her heart. This man... this damn Fourth Prince!

She twisted her hands hard, and her chin was directly installed by her. The subtle sound of bones did not hide from Si Yucheng's gaze. His unparalleled face showed a erosive desire. She patted the dust on her body, stood up swaggeringly, pulled out the jade hairpin on her shoulders, gently licked the blood left on the jade hairpin, and sneered at Yan Qingyu: "The princess of this palace, the future is long!"

Yan Qingyu clenched her fists hard. She hated such touches. It was unbearable, unbearable, unbearable!

Unbearable!

She has had enough!

"seven……"

"Ziyu, go!" Yan Qingyu's eyes were full of anger, and she couldn't even look at Mo Yiqing. She looked into the prince's eyes with anger and looked back at the prince's eyes with anger.

She could only let her leave.

A very thoughtful smile appeared in her eyes. She was always curious about her relationship with Mo Li. She had tasted the bitter fruit before her test, but now it seems that she really disgusted with Mo Li.

interesting!

If it is not Mo Li behind Yan Qingyu, who is it?

When Mo Yiqing left, he didn't care about Ye Luochen who was unconscious on one side. As Yan Qingyu said, these people would not take him seriously without the value of use, so even if they were injured and unconscious, they did not get help from anyone and were silently forgotten in this corner.

Yan Qingyu rinsed her mouth hard with the wine glass. The scorching pain of her tongue made her cry. She rinsed her mouth gently one cup after another. The bitten tongue was already numb because of the strong wine.

Ziyu squatted on the ground and looked at her with a distressed look on her face. He pulled her sleeves, and the blood in his eyes kept surging, and he gestured his neck.

Ziyu: I'll kill him!

Yan Qingyu held the wine glass hard and angrily hit the ground. The bloody smell in her mouth could not dissipate for a long time. She began to hate the feeling of powerlessness that she couldn't help but feel.

"I can't kill him for the time being, I need you!" Yan Qingyu gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, but the anger in her heart could not dissipate for a long time.

Ziyu held Yan Qingyu's hand and rubbed it gently beside her face. After thinking for a while, she took out a spider-painted slap from her arms. Yan Qingyu's eyes lit up suddenly. She snatched it over and stared at Ziyu with a shiny gaze, her voice trembling with a hint of unconsciousness: "She... have you found her?"

Ziyu's eyes were a little dim, as if he was an out of favor, and he showed a lonely expression, but he still nodded obediently.

He hugged Yan Qingyu's waist with both hands, deeply sucking the smell on her body... He wanted to monopolize the master, but it couldn't... He could not protect his master alone.

Even if she is jealous, she must be brought back to her master.

...

Si Yucheng played with the bloody jade hairpin in his hand, quietly looking at Yan Qingyu who had left the restaurant in front of him. His dark eyes showed an extremely angry expression. Thinking of his own things, which were stained with the breath of others, he felt his heart involuntarily restless, and he wanted to destroy everything around him.

After a move, the ghost star in the secret understood what his master wanted to do. His task was to lead the puppet master away!

When Ziyu was led away, Yan Qingyu was alone. Si Yucheng easily kidnapped the person directly, and even left no traces on the scene.

When Yan Qingyu was tied up, she smelled a very familiar smell. She thought it was the fourth prince again, but when she turned around, she found that it was Si Yucheng. Si Yucheng threw her directly on the chair aside, and supported her arms on her waist. When she subconsciously wanted to get up, the man leaned over and pressed her into the chair and couldn't move.

"Please get out of the way!" Yan Qingyu was in a particularly bad mood now. The fourth prince's affairs aroused all the anger in her heart. She has been showing her weakness until now. The powerless grievance accumulated bit by bit, and finally exploded.

Si Yucheng was not in a good mood. Whether he was the fourth prince or now, his mood could be described as bad. Her no longer obedient and tolerant appearance made him feel a sense of danger that he was about to lose control. Once she struggled and restrained, it would take a lot of time and energy to catch her in the future.

Sitting in the chair with her body pressing against her body, Si Yucheng's eyes surging with dark tides flowed out of a dangerous aura, and the corners of his mouth were pursed without any temperature. He stared at Yan Qingyu's extremely rebellious face, and his anger became deeper; "Don't you want to live anymore? Resist me?"

Yan Qingyu raised her head and smiled coldly, and the luster in her eyes was frozen, "Who stipulates that she cannot resist?"

"You just hate it?" Si Yucheng's eyes ached. This little girl was so gentle when facing Yan Ziran, so calm when facing Mo Yiqing, so careful when facing Jiu Qiansui Xuanye... Even a stranger who had just met could treat him gently, but only to him...

A punch hit the back of the chair behind Yan Qingyu. The fist wind slashed across the side of her face. Yan Qingyu's pupils tightened and her lips were pursed tightly. After she forgot her heart, she always thought that she had to rely on this man to survive, but she didn't know that she never needed anyone's help.

No matter how weak she is, she will survive.

Why do you have to rely on the man in front of you and live that humiliating life?

"Ghost Lord, no one stipulates that dolls will be obedient. There are too many dolls in the world that will resist, so why should you be so angry?" Yan Qingyu was particularly calm when she said this, and even her name for Si Yucheng changed because she no longer allowed her self-esteem to be stepped on.

Once confused does not mean that she has been living in confusion and helplessness throughout her life.

"I will destroy the dolls who do not obey!" Si Yucheng pinched her chin tightly with his big hands, the temperature in his eyes became colder and colder, and the pain in his heart began to worsen. Looking at Yan Qingyu's cold and ruthless indifferent expression, he declared word by word; "I can't even let others get what I can't get. If you resist, I will crush you!"

Yan Qingyu's smile on the corner of her mouth became bigger and bigger, and she narrowed her eyes: "You don't care too much about me, you shouldn't fall in love with..."

Before Yan Qingyu could finish her words, she kissed her lips hard, forcing her to return all her next words. Si Yucheng kissed her hard in anger, not wanting to hear her self-righteous guess, perhaps it was a fact, but he didn't want to admit it.

The man's breath spread in his mouth. The damn smell coupled with the man's rude movement made the wound on her tongue hurt again. He recalled the repulsive feeling when he was forced to kiss by the fourth prince in his mind. She never thought that she raised her hand and punched her hard... After all, this man was wearing a mask on his face, and she would definitely be the one who was injured by a slap.

So he punched Si Yucheng's chin without hesitation.

Si Yucheng's eyes were as thick as ink, sticky and dangerous as ink. He reached out to his hands with a bright red tongue and a blood on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with a trembling evil charm: "Once again... you seem to like challenging my bottom line!"

A touch of cold air came from the soles of her feet from bottom to top, Yan Qingyu was shocked. The man with a change of breath made her feel a sense of danger. She couldn't help but kicked her and leaned back. While falling to the ground, she crawled away from the man's side with her hands and feet, and then opened the distance from afar.

Staring at this dangerous and deadly man like a great enemy.

He gently stroked his chin that was swept by a punch, and there was a bit of misalignment. Yan Qingyu's punch did not show any mercy, so Si Yucheng could clearly feel the restlessness brought by the pain. There were hundreds of voices in his heart, making him unable to think coldly, and even felt that he might tear her apart in anger.

Yan Qingyu looked at the door on one side, and she ran over without thinking. The feeling this man gave her was too dangerous and terrifying, and she would never stay for a long time.

Her degree was very fast, but Si Yucheng's degree was even faster. The moment she ran away, she hugged her waist and threw it hard. Yan Qingyu, who was about to leave the room, suddenly felt a dizzy turn in front of her. When she came to her senses, she felt a heavy pain in her back, and she was pressed on the table with force.

"Where do you think you can escape?"

"Si Yucheng, let's end!" Yan Qingyu was pressed on the table and looked at the man in front of her quietly. She finally said what this man didn't want to hear the least.

Si Yucheng's pupils tightened, and his hands couldn't help but pinch her neck. He didn't like this very much, and he didn't like it very much. He grabbed Yan Qingyu's neck with both hands, forcing her to open her mouth to breathe, and at the same time, he held her lips gently, and his hot tongue rushed in without any obstacles. He accepted his kiss obediently and accepted his breath. Such a little girl was so obedient that it was fascinating. Si Yucheng, who had slightly narrowed his eyes, could not see Yan Qingyu's red face at all, and could only see her obediently being kissed.

Yan Qingyu's mind was blank, because suffocation made her feel a fear of death. Because she died once, she understood more than anyone else how terrible death is. The man's crazy aura was uncontrollable. If she did not resist, she would probably die in the hands of this man.

Yan Qingyu used all his strength to grit his teeth... Si Yucheng groaned and felt pain, but did not retreat at all, but instead aggravated the kiss even more.

Tears of pain slid from the corners of his eyes... Yan Qingyu, who was breathing weakly, felt that his mind was getting farther and farther away, and his limbs began to slowly become weak...

puff!

When Yan Qingyu thought she would die in the hands of this crazy man, the man in front of him suddenly let go of her, turned his head, vomited blood, dyed the man's clothes red. Yan Qingyu got her breath again, breathed greedily, and kicked Si Yucheng hard.

Si Yucheng was not sure, so he vomited blood. Without any precaution, he was kicked hard by Yan Qingyu, half kneeling on the ground, but the blood in his mouth became more and more.

Yan Qingyu wiped his lips with her sleeves, as if she wanted to wipe out the smell of the man in her mouth. Her fierce and ruthless eyes were rebellious like a wolf. It was a proud Si Yucheng had never seen before. Si Yucheng stared blankly at the little girl who had changed aura in front of her. The sticky smell of blood in her mouth made him silent for a long time.

The anger gradually calmed down...

Yan Qingyu sat on the table and stared at Si Yucheng angrily. She kicked the man hard and half kneeled on the ground, but she didn't feel guilty or blame, and only had wild and cruelty like a wolf. She rubbed the smell of this man hard on her lips, and raised the corners of her mouth: "The poison that is blood-sealed and throated can't kill you, but it's true that her internal strength is deep!"

Si Yucheng felt the medicine wandering in his body. If he hadn't felt something wrong in an instant, it would have caused internal force to flow all over his body, he would have died under the little girl in an instant. Si Yucheng looked at Yan Qingyu's dangerous and demonic smile, and suddenly seemed to understand something and gritted his teeth: "I underestimate you, you actually hid the poison of blood-sealing throat in your mouth?"

"If you don't do this, how can you successfully poison you, Ghost Lord?"

Yan Qingyu smiled casually, but there was no warmth in her eyes. She had murderous intent to Si Yucheng for only a moment, and she also understood that if she failed, she might be worse than death. But she did not regret this choice. She was never an accessory to men, she was Yan Qingyu!

No one can control her!

Yan Qingyu may have guessed from the beginning that this extremely poison that was blood-sealed and throat could not kill Si Yucheng. After all, he had extremely profound internal strength and could use his internal strength to press the poison to a certain part of his body, and finally let blood flow out.

So I felt relieved when I saw Si Yucheng not dying as I imagined.

Turning over from the table and walking down, Si Yucheng's eyes kept staring at him. His face was gray and white, and he looked very poisoned. He half-kneeled on the ground without any movement. He declared hatefully: "If you dare to take a step here, I will let you die without a burial place!"

Yan Qingyu paused for a moment, ignoring Si Yucheng's threat, he couldn't even protect himself now.

When she walked to the door, she opened the door without hesitation. A sword light passed by, and she subconsciously retreated... and saw several men and women in black around the yard. Everyone looked at her and wanted to eat her. They looked at her and stood with a sword.

There are eight men and women in total, the eight strongest shadows around Si Yucheng.

Sun, Moon, Stars, Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon!

The male name is "Ghost" and the female name is "Mei"!

Guixing stood with a sword, his expressionless face was full of murderous intent. His sword energy forced Yan Qingyu back to the room, and at the same time, a sinister warning was made: "The master has an order, the lady walks out of here and kills without mercy!"

Yan Qingyu turned around and found that Si Yucheng had sat up at some point. He slapped his chest with one hand, and a mouthful of poisonous blood was sprayed out. His body shook but he refused to fall down. He supported the table with one hand and stared at her faintly. The blood-stained clothes on his body had long turned into black and red. Everything looked so miserable, but there was no trace of mess. In the dim room, he was leaning against the dark curtains. He sat crossing his legs, half tilting his head, and said slowly: "I never leave his subordinates when dealing with the rebels. Little girl, do you know what the puppet will end after being destroyed?"

Yan Qingyu's heart was as if she had been shocked by an electric shock, and she was beating uncontrollably. She pinched her arm hard, allowing her to come back to her senses from this suffocating dangerous aura. The pain on her arm made her regain her reason and not lost in the huge oppression and fear. She leaned against the door fearlessly: "What's the puppet without any dignity that is destroyed? I've lost my heart to accept this extremely humiliating deal, but after I wake up, I will not compromise easily."

"Humiliation?" Si Yucheng's eyes darkened, and his hand holding the back of the chair tightened his strength.

"For you, staying with me is a humiliation?"

Yan Qingyu's lips were red and swollen. It was the traces left by Si Yucheng's hard biting and kissing. She reached out and touched her gently, feeling her lips were swollen and painful, and her fingertips trembled slightly.
To be continued...