Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Fu Liang was stunned for a while, and then began to cater to Ji Jiu, enjoying this rare opportunity and at the same time defrauding his trust.

Ji Jiu held his face with his right hand, his left hand slid down his arm, and then clasped the ten fingers of his right hand tightly.

After about a stick of incense, Ji Jiu's lips reluctantly left.

He stared at Fu Liang with misty eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

When Fu Liang forgot his hatred and was stared into his mind, Ji Jiu's face slowly moved away from him, his right hand slowly left his face, and his left hand slowly released his fingers.

With a sound of "pa", Ji Jiu raised his right hand and slapped Fu Liang dizzily.

Fu Liang was slapped until the corners of his lips bleed: "Ji Jiu, what the hell are you doing?"

"Hmph..." Ji Jiu sneered, "I've always been crazy, don't you understand it well?"

Fu Liang: "..."

"Besides, I should ask you this..." Ji Jiu didn't know when a long whip appeared in his hand, and he poked his heart with the drawn whip, "Why are you so nervous? You are so cooperative with my kiss." What are you trying to do? Have you forgotten about me killing your friend so quickly?"

Fu Liang pursed her lips in an impenetrable manner, trying her best not to think about what happened in Fengzhulin.

Ji Jiu's body approached again, staggered his face and breathed in his ear like blue: "Or, are you thinking of getting close to me on purpose to please me...and then kill me?"

Fu Liang, who was touched by a single word, swallowed involuntarily, he was a little nervous.

"Ji Jiu, are you mentally handicapped? Even if we kill you, we will be saved." Fu Liang pressed his tongue against the beaten half of his face, feeling numb to the pain.

Ji Jiu seemed to hear the big joke, and he poked Fu Liang's heart more forcefully, and he curled his lips indifferently: "I don't need you to save me, on the contrary, I am more curious about your blood core heart, and I want to see it." How powerful it can be."

Fu Liang's pupils dilated, and he realized that things would develop in the direction he least expected.

Ji Jiu looked at him intently for a while, the whip lightly pressed against his cheek, as if his hand was stroking gently, his eyes were very excited: "Fu Liang, I want you to hate me, Hate me so much...then we shall have a fair and just duel."

Fu Liang's voice was calm: "You know the conversation I had with the useless scholar in Fengzhulin?"

Ji Jiu smiled lightly, without saying a word.

Fu Liang suddenly understood, and said firmly, "I advise you not to die."

Ji Jiu hooked his lips lightly: "I'm going to do it, what can you do with me?"

"You..." Fu Liang shook the shackles on his hands and feet vigorously, causing a clear and loud movement, "What do you want?"

"I have yours in my hand...is it a weakness?" Ji Jiu paused for a moment, "Of course we must make full use of it."

Fu Liang raised his eyebrows and looked into his eyes seriously: "You are my weakness, and I like you."

"Oh, really? I expect you to hate me even more." Ji Jiu sneered, turned and left disapprovingly.

Fu Liang gritted his teeth tightly, and couldn't help shouting the moment Ji Jiu turned out of the stone gate: "Don't hurt Wen Qing, what's coming at me."

The stone door closed with a "bang", and the heartache made him spit out a small mouthful of blood. Looking at the tightly closed stone door, Fu Liang could only curse secretly, "Damn it".

"Don't hurt Wen Qing, something is coming towards me."

This was what Ji Jiugang heard from Fu Liang, and he thought it was the only truth.

His anger was also successfully provoked by this sentence, and it was thoroughly provoked. Just now, he actually planned to whip Fu Liang severely, but he did nothing in the end with the whip in his hand.

When he finally heard of Fu Liang's concern for Wen Qing, his heart would also ache extremely uncomfortably.

But soon, he ignored this feeling and walked towards the stone room where Duan Xiao was.

"Master, you are here."

Duan Xiao looked at him enthusiastically.

After this period of training, Duan Xiao's body became more and more suitable for holding the heart of blood core.

He jumped out of the pool naked... naked, and the messy lines all over his body disappeared instantly, revealing his original fair and smooth complexion.

"I came to see you as a teacher." Ji Jiu smiled at him mischievously, after all, this person in front of him is his most important weapon right now.

Duan Xiao looked at him obsessively, and approached him step by step: "Master is really kind to this disciple."

His tone was low and gentle, with twists and turns in his tone.

Ji Jiu sneered in his heart, and looked at Duan Xiao with a gentle face. Duan Xiao was getting closer and closer to him, and he subconsciously backed away slowly until he was forced to the stone wall.

Duan Xiao propped his arms on the side of his face, looking at him passionately: "Master, this disciple is right here... "I want"...I want you. "

"Really?"

Despite the current beauty, there is no ripple in Ji Jiu's heart, and he even has the urge to kill someone.

He met Duan Xiao's eyes generously, Duan Xiao's scorching and rapid breathing gradually approached under what he thought was Su Muyao's silent encouragement, and his whole body was boiling with all the blood that might happen next.

His eyes were full of "fire", and his transparent white face was trembling with excitement. When his lips were about to touch Su Muyao, the whip in Ji Jiu's hand wrapped around Su Muyao without anyone noticing. his neck.

Duan Xiao: "..."

Ji Jiu still smiled lightly at him without changing his face, but the strength in his hands tightened suddenly.

Duan Xiao's cheeks were red from being strangled, and he knelt helplessly in front of Su Muyao, holding the whip around his neck with both hands, with a charming smile on his lips: "Master, what are you trying to do?"

Ji Jiu looked at him condescendingly, and said in a deep voice, "My dear student, I should ask you this question for the teacher?"

The fire in Duan Xiao's eyes was even more intense, he felt a kind of heart-to-heart connection with Su Muyao, and he showed an expression of indulging in tenderness: "Master, this disciple wants to strip... off your sanctimonious disguise..."

Hearing his rebellious confession, the scene with Fu Liang couldn't help appearing in Ji Jiu's mind.

He loosened the whip wrapped around Duan Xiao's neck, but stepped on Duan Xiao's shoulder with his right leg to prevent him from standing up.

Ji Jiu rested his arm on his right knee, looked down at Duan Xiao's pitiful appearance wagging his tail at him, pursed his lips and said, "Your words really made me angry..."

Duan Xiao was breathed heavily by him, his eyes couldn't wait, he held Ji Jiu's ankle that was stepping on his shoulder, and gently rubbed his fingertips through the sock material.

"Uh..." Ji Jiu felt very disgusted, he said calmly, "But, Master, I want to see what skills you have first?"

Duan Xiao was dumbfounded: "..."