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The King Jiankang reacted at this moment, he stared at Chen Rong, who was more and more heavy, in his hand, and shouted with a voice: "Okay, this king will let her out."

He stared at Chen Rong with a low head and said anxiously: "Have you heard? Go out and go out."

Chen Rong did not move.

Her wrist sank again.

A small sharp weapon from Porphy came into the flesh, and in a blink of an eye, a ray of blood overflowed from King Kang's throat. Although Jinchai is not inserted deeply, for people like King Kangkang who are noble and superior, the threat of death is real.

Involuntarily, he screamed and shouted in a panic: "Are you woman crazy? I have let you go out, haven't you heard?"

At the moment, Wang Hong and others outside are listening to the movement inside. When the guards are about to break in, they hear Wang Hong waving here. He smiles softly, and he says with a little sigh : "Let her extinguish the fire, she knows what is right."

The guards heard the news and turned back to him.

In the hall, Chen Rong smiled weakly when he heard King Jiankang’s panic roar. She stared at him with a little dizzy eyes, and the gold hairpin in her hand sank again. At that time, Chen Rong said coldly: "The prince should thank Wang Qilang for it. If it were not for him, now you are already a corpse!"

Her voice rang coldly. After she said this, she gave King Jiankang a disgusted look, and also glared at several corners of the temple before turning around.

Almost she turned around, and the door was knocked open with a bang, and the handsome white and beautiful Wang Hong led the guards in front of her.

He confronted Chen Rong who was walking slowly.

When she saw her, Chen Rong flicked her trance brain and even flicked it several times, and her eyes were still dizzy, so she picked up the gold hairpin in her hand and once again weighed on the back of her left wrist. Plug.

The gold hairpin was pulled out, the blood flow was like a line, and everyone bowed their heads together, but glanced at her white and white jade wrist, there were four blood ports, one of the wounds was fresh, and the other three blood had dried up. . . . . . It turned out that she just stabbed herself to refresh herself just now.

Wang Hong’s eyes looked at the four blood mouths instantly. He walked a little faster and walked in front of Chen Rong.

Don’t look at her. He pulled out the handkerchief from his arms and gently picked up her wrist. He wrapped the wound. The handkerchief was not enough. He tore a piece of cloth from his left sleeve and applied it to the wound.

He moved gently and carefully, and after bandaging, he did not let go of her hand.

Holding this wrist firmly, Wang Hong slowly raised his head.

He is as clear as autumn water, his eyes are extremely clear, and he is fixedly looking at Chen Rong. At this time, Chen Rong is also looking at him. Under the action of the medicine, her eyes lost the coldness when she was sober, and she was a little more confused and confused. She looked at him with a sober look that would never appear when she was sober.

In response to her gaze, Wang Hong suddenly stretched out his arms and put her in his arms.

Holding her tightly, Wang Hong closed his eyes, and gently, a little, hoarsely called: "Arong, Arong..."

Chen Rong in his arms is earning.

She broke away from his hug, pulled away his arm, still tilting her head, looking at him indifferently. . . . . . This look, too focused, she seemed to have abandoned all the obsessions and all the bitterness, but just put that moment into the soul of lovesickness, the soul’s desire, and the dream of love, so Silly, dump it out.

This look is too obsessed, too affectionate, too bitter, too much acacia, too desperate. . . . . . In this cold, ridiculous and willful world, no one will love others so obsessed.

Wang Hong suddenly felt a bit sour in his eyes, and he looked up. After a while, he spread his arms again and put her in his arms.

He gave Chen Rong a heavy hug, released his hands, and turned towards King Jiankang.

He just took a step, his right wrist was tight, but it was Chen Rong holding his arms, and she was still looking up at him with his head up. At this time, Chen Rong was completely different from the past. She seemed to be A fragile bird attached to his elbow and armpit, a little silly, a little fragile, a little serious.

Wang Hong smiled softly, stretched out his arms around her waist, and put her in his arms, he strode toward King Jiankang.

At this time, King Jiankang, the wound with a small neck was already closed. He was staring staringly at Chen Rong.

When Wang Hong approached, he suddenly sighed in the sky and said sincerely to Wang Hong: "I am not as far away as you." This dark incense is both a drug and a magic drug, it can make people in a kind of In a relaxed, beautiful dream, the emotions and desires that can hide people in the bottom of the heart can be expanded countless times.

Because of this, the person who smells the incense still has a clear line in her heart. At that moment, in addition to the instinct of sex, there was the strongest kind of obsession that was driving her at that moment.

For the nobles, there are more women, and more women are willing to be slept by them. What is more is the aphrodisiac. Under the action of the aphrodisiac, the feminine woman becomes a **** is just so simple. Dark incense is so respected by the royal nobility, also because the beauty presented under its role is dominated by desire and has its own temperament.

King Kang’s eyes looked at Chen Rong, who looked like a bird involuntarily, and said, "This woman is really an infatuated person, but it is worth cherishing."

Speaking of this, King Jiankang’s eyes are a little confused, he said softly: "In the old days, my mother looked at my father emperor in the same way... Unfortunately, she was never smart, so easy The person sent by the queen was thrown to the brothel to die for the wheel. Poor she, even if she died, did not win the slightest pity of my father and emperor."

Speaking dreamily here, King Jiankang suddenly raised his head and laughed. He laughed wildly, the wound that had just been ruptured broke again, and blood was pouring out.

In the laughter, King Jiankang suddenly sang loudly, "Suddenly in the east, suddenly in the west, the soul lingers, when to rest? When to rest..."

In the high singing voice, he ignored Wang Hong in front of him and the blood on the neck. He shook his sleeves and rushed out like this, until he rushed out of the far away, the laughter and The singing sounds like weeping still cry.

Looking at King Jiankang rushing out of the old figure, and a large number of guards attracted by his screaming, a staff member walked to Wang Hong’s side and asked softly, "Qiro, let's go."

Another staff also stepped forward. He arched his hand towards Wang Hong and said lowly: "Lang Jun, this is the best result."

Wang Hong nodded, looking at the direction that King Jiankang rushed out, and smiled slowly. This smile is a little cold.

The group turned and walked outside.

As they walked out, the guards of Yingwang Palace spontaneously spread out and allowed them to leave.

Soon, Wang Hong took Chen Rong on the carriage.

The carriage steadily headed outside.

In the carriage, Chen Rong snuggled in Wang Hong’s arms, and she was still looking up at him in an instant. It seems that, subconsciously, she wanted to see enough in this way, until the past, the future, the present and the present, all at this moment.

Wang Hong turned his head to the guards, and then looked down at Chen Rong.

His obsessed look at Shang Rong, his arms tight.

Holding her thin waist and putting her gently in her arms, Wang Hong's face was close to hers, and she whispered, "Arong?"

Chen Rong responded in a trance, "Yes."

While hearing her gentle response, Wang Hong smiled softly, and he pecked at her eyebrow, and whispered, "Does Arong love me?"

Chen Rong in a trance, still holding his sleeve tightly, and after hearing his question, she murmured, "Love."

The word spit out, Wang Hong smiled again, and this smile was as brilliant as a flower.

His red lips, pressed against her eyes, gently asked: "Then you can go home with me, okay?" To her confused eyes, he explained softly: "Go back Wang Family, there is my Wang Family."

Chen Rong tilted his head, but looked at him incomprehensiblely. For a while, she murmured, "Home?" Shaking her head, Chen Rong smiled a little smirk, a little silly, "Is Qilang silly? I obviously have no home."

She smirked and reached out to stroke Wang Hongguang's chin.

The scallion hands are like jade, which moves between his skin like a piano. Stroking and caressing, Chen Rong muttered: "Lang Jun is like my Qilang."

The word "My Qilang" came out, and Wang Hong was dumbfounded. He murmured and repeated lowly: "My Qilang?"

Where would Chen Rong be in a trance? She looked at him in a silly way, and the warm white tender little hand, unconsciously, protruded into his lapel next to his throat.

While tugging on his clothes, she murmured, "You are not another man, you are my Qilang..." Chen Rong seemed to be persuading herself to relax, so she said After a few passes, her body softened significantly, and she kept forcing her straight neck to relax.

Mumbling to herself, she snuggled herself into his arms.

Her right hand~IndoMTL.com~ has touched his chest from the waist of his shirt. When the hot little hand touched his cold skin, Chen Rong groaned happily, and she moved her face towards it, still muttering in her mouth, "He is not another man, he is Qilang... I It's Qilang."

In the repetition of sentence after sentence, Chen Rong's little face became more and more red, and his breathing became chaotic.

At this moment, her jaw was tightly restrained.

Her red face, her eyes blurred, her red lips half open, her sweet tongue secretly spit out, was forcibly lifted by a big hand.

She met Wang Hong's eyes.

At this time, Wang Hong’s face like Ruyu’s face was a little flushed. He just lifted Chen Rong’s small face in his right hand, but his belt was loose. A smooth and warm little hand stretched into his like a snake. Lower abdomen.

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The word love, the most idiotic since ancient times, if everyone is infatuated, don’t forget to cast your pink ticket. Wa hahaha. . . . . . (Mei Gongqing: 115115236)--(Mei Gongqing)