After transmigrating into a mermaid, I will monopolize three thousand favors

The last ray of candlelight finally dissipated, and Wen Qi traced Cong Ji's eyebrows and eyes with his sight through the watery moonlight.

Then, he lowered his head, followed his own will, and kissed the eyebrows.

This pair of eyebrows and eyes is impeccable, and even a painter who has reached the pinnacle of painting skills can hardly describe the charm of it.

If the owner of this pair of eyebrows drafts, he will be able to easily capture the hearts of beautiful girls.

By the way, he had made an agreement with Cong Ji that as long as he won the prize, Cong Ji would not be drafted.

Thinking about it now, the reason why he didn't like Cong Ji's concubine, and he didn't want Cong Ji to be drafted, was all because of his desire for monopoly because of his pleasure, it had nothing to do with whether Cong Ji was a tyrant, nor was he looking forward to Cong Ji's death.

He has long had a deep-rooted love for Cong Ji, but he himself doesn't know it at all.

"Your Majesty..." He called softly, and then groped to insert his ten fingers into the gap between Cong Ji's fingers.

Cong Ji watched Wen Qi, and suddenly, the bloodthirsty desire that had died down just now came back.

He opened his mouth to enclose Wen Qi's lips, sucking them eagerly.

Wen Qi's skin is flushed, which contrasts with the indigo hair and eyes, making her extremely gorgeous.

After a while, Wen Qi was shocked by his strangeness, and was immediately at a loss.

However, the bewilderment only lasted for a few breaths, and then he let go of Cong Ji's hands, then grabbed Cong Ji's wrist, and forcibly covered it.

The moonlight on the fifteenth day seemed to have turned into a jar of strong wine, but it just poured on him and made him drunk.

Cong Ji understood, fearing that he would hurt Wen Qi, so he desperately restrained his bloodthirsty desire.

It's a pity that he didn't know the severity of his attack, and still accidentally made Wen Qi's eyes red.

Wen Qi trembled all over, and said with a sob in his mouth, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty...it hurts..."

"I'm sorry." Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi's forehead and said, "It's all my fault."

After a while, Wen Qi struggled and begged, "Your Majesty, let me go..."

"I'm sorry." Cong Ji lowered his eyes, and the tired things came into his eyes, and he apologized even more.

The bloodthirsty desire made him unable to control his strength, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he lowered his head.

Wen Qi stopped struggling instantly, and his eyes vaguely reflected Cong Ji's current appearance.

He subconsciously thought that what he saw must be an illusion, but this illusion was too real, right?

The strange feeling impacted his mind, forcing him to close his eyes instinctively, at the same time, he actually wanted to look more carefully.

Cong Ji has a pair of thin lips, who should be a cold person, but they are so hot that they almost scald him.

"Your Majesty..." He finally opened his eyes and looked at Cong Ji intently.

Cong Ji's expression was very serious, it was clearly a matter of surrendering his status, but he seemed to be dealing with a major matter related to the country.

In an instant, he lost his mind and soul, and it took him a long time to recover.

Then, he raised his finger to trace Cong Ji's lips, and then stroked Cong Ji's puffed cheeks and said, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty...why...why did you do this?"

He couldn't understand Cong Ji's behavior at all, as Cong Ji was the emperor, he definitely shouldn't do such dirty things.

Cong Ji replied vaguely: "I wanted to do this, so I did it. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Wen Qi didn't feel scared, and Cong Ji calmed down the pain just now, his voice was slightly hoarse because of his desire: "I'm not afraid, I know His Majesty will not hurt me."

Cong Ji paused, and asked softly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Your Majesty can do whatever you want." As long as the object is Cong Ji, no matter how he is treated, Wen Qi can accept it with pleasure.

"I'm sorry." Since it was fifteen, Cong Ji couldn't control himself, but Wen Qi probably didn't want to be treated like this by him?Otherwise, why spit out an answer that is tantamount to self-defeating.

There are more than ten death row prisoners in the left and right prisons, so why not kill them all?

Thinking of this, he suddenly sat up, stared at the naked Wen Qi, covered Wen Qi with a brocade quilt, after a while, gathered his clothes, turned and left.

Wen Qi was caught off guard and wanted to catch up with Cong Ji, but he couldn't because of the weakness of his feet.

"Your Majesty..." He was very sad, "Your Majesty is going to visit the concubine?"

Cong Ji shook his head and said, "I'm not going to visit my concubine." I'm going to be the executioner.

Wen Qi asked tremblingly: "Since your majesty is not going to visit your concubine, why do you want to leave?"

"I..." Cong Ji used to laugh at himself as a tyrant, for a tyrant, killing people is just a common thing, but now, facing Wen Qi's question, he couldn't help but be at a loss for words.

Wen Qi once advised him to be a wise king, so naturally he didn't like him killing people.

Seeing that Cong Ji insisted on leaving, Wen Qi desperately pushed his feet off the bed, but his left foot was not yet firmly planted, and his body had already fallen to the ground.

Unable to get up, he simply crawled towards Cong Ji.

Hearing a loud noise, Cong Ji turned his head, seeing this, his eyes were about to burst, and he hurriedly flew to help Wen Qi up.

Wen Qi grabbed Cong Ji's clothes and was about to cry: "Your Majesty, don't leave me behind."

"I never thought of leaving you behind." Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's hair, then embraced Wen Qi, got on the bed, lay down, "Go to sleep."

Wen Qi said nervously: "Is Your Majesty not leaving?"

Cong Ji nodded and promised: "I will accompany you."

Wen Qi buried his head in Cong Ji's arms, and at the same time, tried to keep his lower body/body away from Cong Ji.

He has realized that his heart is pleasing to Cong Ji, and his pleasing will naturally give birth to thoughts.

Not long ago, he kissed Cong Ji, and he was still holding Cong Ji's hand, forcing Cong Ji to help him with his hands, but Cong Ji was...

Qi Nian lingered for a long time, the body naturally couldn't settle down.

After a long time, he saw Cong Ji closed his eyes, and immediately turned his back.

He gritted his teeth and pursed his lips tightly, fearing to reveal anything.

Cong Ji was behind him, although not in front of Cong Ji, there was no difference in essence.

This cognition caused him to fall into an ice cellar and fall into self-loathing.

Because the bloodthirsty desire was still haunting his body, Cong Ji couldn't sleep, he just closed his eyes.

He heard Wen Qi's movement, and he knew it.

He hesitated, and after a while, he finally opened his lips and said, "Let me do it."

Wen Qi was taken aback for a moment, but he was not surprised. What he did was to deceive his ears and steal the bell, and it was only natural that he should be noticed by Cong Ji. Perhaps he wanted to be noticed by Cong Ji in his heart.

"Yeah." He stopped trying to fight against himself, so he turned around.

Cong Ji tried hard to control the strength of his fingertips, but Wen Qi frowned.

So, he lowered his head again, his throat was irritated again.

But he was used to pain, and such stimulation was still within his tolerance.

Wen Qi covered his face with his hands, and when he was young, he began to sob and his lower abdomen twitched.

The feeling of being overwhelmed made him unable to maintain his human form, and turned back into a mermaid.

Cong Ji took Zhang Jinpa, spit on it, rinsed his mouth, and returned to the bed.

He stroked Wen Qi's trembling shark tail, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"I..." Wen Qi's eyes were lowered, his posture was graceful, but his words were extremely bold, "Does Your Majesty want Wen Qi to be reciprocal?"

"No need." Cong Ji categorically refused, such behavior would definitely make Wen Qi uncomfortable.

Wen Qi was afraid that he would hurt Cong Ji if he didn't do well. Hearing this, he was instantly relieved, but felt disappointed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." He called Cong Ji, and then asked, "May I use my hands to reciprocate for Your Majesty?"

Cong Ji observed Wen Qi's expression, and after confirming that Wen Qi was not reluctant, he replied, "All right."

Wen Qi took a deep breath before putting down his hands.

He used to communicate with Cong Ji once, but now it is completely different from then.

He felt it carefully, but the scene where he and Cong Ji were torn apart shamelessly appeared in his mind.

Cong Ji is not a broken sleeve, so he should not be willing to turn upside down with him.

Feeling bitter suddenly, he lowered his head to find Cong Ji's lips, and kissed them.

If the lights were extinguished, the stars and the moon were lost, and in the darkness, would Cong Ji be able to reluctantly treat him as a woman?

As soon as his hands got wet, Cong Ji immediately wiped them clean for him.

He looked at Cong Ji, and then threw himself into Cong Ji's arms.

"Mei Shan." Cong Ji forced himself to fall asleep but couldn't, after a full hour, he was still conscious, and his bloodthirsty desire was flowing, making him eager to kill.

He looked at Wen Qi, and couldn't be sure whether Wen Qi was really asleep for a while.

After enduring another stick of incense, he let go of Wen Qi, tiptoed out of the Danquan Hall, and reached the prison.

The stench in the dungeon was unbearable, and the death row prisoners were kept separately. He entered a death row cell, and neatly inserted the five fingers of his right hand into the death row prisoner's heart.

The warmth and smell of the blood suppressed the bloodthirsty desire, while slowly wiping his bloody right hand with a brocade handkerchief, he turned around, intending to return to the Danquan Hall.

After wiping his right hand clean, he raised his eyes and saw Wen Qi standing outside the cell.

Just now, the scene of his killing and the appearance of his bloody hands must have caught Wen Qi's eyes.

Wen Qi didn't say a word, which made him at a loss. The atmosphere between him and Wen Qi was as dull as being in an airtight secret room.

Wen Qi knew that Cong Ji was a tyrant, but it was different from witnessing Cong Ji's murder.

Cong Ji, whose hands were stained with blood, showed no trace of tenderness. He looked like a monster in the storybook who did all kinds of evil and preyed on mortals.

He shouldn't be happy with Cong Ji, and he is very ashamed of his ancestors who served the country and the people, but unfortunately, he couldn't help himself.