After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Caught off guard, Abao was embraced by Pei Guichen.

She felt uncomfortable for a moment, but he seemed to have regained what he had lost, and he held her tighter and harder.

"You have no idea what I went through to find you." Pei Guichen whispered in A Bao's ear, "It was a very, very long memory."

This old street in the west of the city, next to the Pingyue Palace, is still filled with white lanterns for the Ghost Festival, and the white silk cuts through the frosty moonlight like a sharp blade.

Under the old tree surrounded by dark shadows, she tilted her head and stared at Pei Guichen's cold profile.

Of course she knew, even better than anyone else.

He and she met again in this life, crossing the boundary between life and death.

This scene was especially like what was written in her favorite strange stories, where demons, monsters, and ghosts walked in the mundane world in human skin.

At this moment, A Bao couldn't help but be curious. After peeling off this disguised skin, what expression would Pei Guichen have when he saw her broken soul?

After all, in their previous lives, they only engaged in cruel exploitation and bloody calculations.

They even don't hesitate to wrap their sincerity into poison in order to kill the other person.

Thinking of this, A Bao felt more and more uncomfortable in her stomach, and the urge to vomit surged. She clenched her fists and tried hard not to vomit, but she heard Pei Guichen's hoarse voice begging.

"Stop hurting me and stay away from them, okay, Po?"

A Bao, with a head full of question marks, stood in Pei Guichen's arms in a daze.

Who hurts whom? You should have some idea in your mind!

She sneered in her heart. At this moment, from a distant street corner shrouded in the dark night, a sharp and fierce figure in a black robe came galloping on a horse.

Looking at the familiar sharp feeling of a sword being unsheathed, Abao's heart beat faster.

At this moment, hurried rustling footsteps were heard between the roofs on both sides of the old street. A masked assassin in black suddenly stood up, attacking her with a sword in hand, trying to kill her with every move.

The incident happened too quickly and the swordsmanship had been hidden for too long, Pei Guichen was stunned for a moment.

It was precisely this moment that gave the group of masked black-clad assassins a good opportunity. The snow-white blade pierced past Abao's eyes and almost pierced through her chest.

A fierce and cold silver light flashed by.

The silver sword nailed the masked killer in black into an old tree in the distance.

A Bao followed the silver light and looked towards the black-robed figure.

Suddenly, he murmured, "Uncle Feng Ran..."

Xuanyuan Fengran was covered in dust, running towards us under the stars, with a cold face and full of anger.

Surrounded by a huge crowd of black-clad assassins, Po stared in amazement as the black-robed emperor's uncle used the poison silk, the softest and sharpest killing weapon in the world, to harvest heads.

She stared at her uncle in black robe without blinking.

This group of masked black-clad assassins, whose martial arts were comparable to those of the palace guards, relied on their numbers to form a siege. Although they had the upper hand in the short term, they still died one by one at the hands of the emperor's uncle.

There were corpses all over the ground. Xuanyuan Fengran killed the last person, walked past the old tree with a black face and blood on his face, pulled out the silver sword that was nailed into the tree trunk, and walked up to Abao with the sword in hand.

The Butcher King pulled the little girl away from Pei Guichen's arms.

Pei Guichen wanted to stop him, but then he remembered his sword skills that could not be exposed, and paused.

Just this one thought and everything is too late.

Xuanyuan Fengran carried Abao onto the horse, whipped the horse, stepped over the blood and death on the ground, and disappeared in the dark night of Chuyue streets in an instant.

Only Pei Guichen was left, silently clenching his fists.

After a while, in the inner room on the fifth floor of the Dafulou ship.

The heavy and majestic pressure came over like an overwhelming force, enveloping Abao.

As she wiped the blood off his face, she thought that the emperor's uncle was uneasy and angry.

Is it because she went to see Pei Guichen without telling him?

Suddenly, he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her back to her senses!

Xuanyuan Fengran's dark eyes slowly stroked Abao's lips. He knew that place was soft and had her warmth. If she was bullied too harshly, she would tremble with nervousness.

The more he thought about it, the darker his eyes became, and he led her into a deep kiss.

Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. She was almost swallowed by the man's fierce attack, and a tear appeared in the corner of her eye.

She seemed to have a real fever, and her temperature was rising rapidly.

But the man who enjoyed the kiss became more and more excited and had no intention of ending it.

The passion was aroused, and Xuanyuan Fengran kissed her from lips to nose tip to brow center, and then pressed his hand against her forehead, panting heavily, his voice hoarse, "Do you want to go crazy with me?"

Then, he saw her open her wet and clean eyes.

Just as the stars smiled, she asked, "How crazy?"

Before he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Fengran untied the bed curtain and deepened the kiss.

Her hair was about to fall off but wasn't yet, and her clothes were half off.

In this night intoxicated by the sea breeze, the tent is warm with stars, and there are two crazy people.

The five white and tender fingers clenched the bed curtain impatiently, and when they squeezed hard enough, the shell bell that Abao hung on the head of the bed composed a chaotic melody.

Once it rings, it lasts all night.