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The bright red bed curtain was shaking slightly, and the jet-black iron chain was bound on the extremely white wrist, and every time it moved, there would be a low and soft sound. Beigong Juechen closed his eyes, his skills had recovered, and it was easy to hear it. He turned sideways at the sound of beaded ornaments outside the house, and the door was carefully pushed open, and the scent of makeup and powder immediately lingered at the tip of his nose.

The maid deftly lifted the bed curtains and hung them on the bedposts on both sides. Beigong Juechen slowly opened his eyes, and saw the maid waiting in front of the bed with a bright red robe. When he woke up, he bowed Pushing the robe forward, Beigong Juechen frowned slightly and sneered. He took the robe and put it on casually. There was only a thin belt around the waist of the robe, and the hem was wide open, revealing A large snow-white chest and two slender, powerful and smooth legs.

The maids set the food and retreated together. The iron chain on Beigong Juechen's wrist was neither too long nor too short, just enough to walk to the table. The table had just been replaced. The room wasn't too big, but since there There is nothing outside a big bed, a round table and a bookshelf, and it looks a bit empty.

Just as Beigong Juechen picked up the chopsticks, he heard a "squeak" from the door. He raised his eyes and casually glanced at the person who came in, then picked up a piece of pastry and ate it by himself. Qi Yong looked at him bewilderedly. , the surprise in his eyes lingered for a long time.

Beigong Juechen's face turned cold, and suddenly he threw the glutinous rice balls he picked up to the side, and the iron chain on his wrist made a dull low sound as he moved, Qi Yong squinted his eyes and stretched out his index finger and thumb to clamp it fiercely. He put the meatballs in his mouth indifferently, and said with a light smile: "The food Ah Chen feeds really tastes different."

Beigong Juechen snorted coldly, although he is at a disadvantage now, he is still arrogant, "Do you want to keep me trapped like this?" He put another glutinous rice ball into his mouth, and Qi Yong shook his head, "Sure enough not Ah Chen fed me something delicious." He looked up at Beigong Juechen, the man looked indifferent, his skin was as white as fresh snow against the bright red robe, and his long black hair was scattered on his chest, faintly covering his face with the robe. Loose and exposed two points.

Qi Yong couldn't help stretching out his hand to part the hair covering his chest, and the whole chest was exposed. The skin under his hands was delicate and smooth, with perfect texture and firm contours. Feeling the man's more menacing gaze, he finally Reluctantly withdrew his hand and sighed: "How can I trap you, it's just that I can be trapped for a while."

Beigong Juechen coldly withdrew his gaze, pulled his collar casually, and said, "Since you know you can't be trapped, why bother to do something beyond your power?" Qi Yong looked at him and shook his head with a smile. Shaking his head, "Because there are some people who know they have to lose everything to get it, even if they get it, they can't keep it, but they still have to work hard to get it. In the end, I just don't want to let you go easily. ..." He looked at Beigong Juechen's somewhat puzzled eyes, and smiled wistfully, "You don't understand this feeling."

Beigong Juechen frowned. He really didn't understand this feeling. Ever since he was a child, what he wanted was either offered by someone with both hands, or he could easily get it himself. He never had such a strong desire. After getting something, the slender and strong fingers stroked the emerald green ring on the thumb, Beigong Juechen asked: "You want to get me only because of this skin, but there are countless beauties in the world, why do you have to do it because of this?" Am I trying my best?"

He asked this question not because he was touched by Qi Yong's actions, but because he was simply puzzled. He was cold-hearted and indifferent since he was a child. A little bit of tenderness, but only a little bit.

Qi Yong let out a low sigh, stood up and grasped Beigong Juechen's chin, looked at the man's dark green phoenix eyes, and said in a low voice: "I want to get you, I don't know if it's because of your beautiful skin, but It's the extremely proud and cold heart under this beautiful skin!"

When he saw Beigong Juechen for the first time, the man was standing in the main courtyard of "Baisha Palace", beside him was a pile of corpses. He was standing in a pool of blood, and his dark green robe was covered with blood stains. Smudged into a dark color, his extremely white face was splashed with a few drops of blood, and his dark green eyes were filled with sternness.

He is beautiful, but he is so beautiful that he looks a little scary. His right hand is still stuck in Ao Haojun's heart. Qi Yong is watching from not far away, but he has no intention of making a move at all. He just stares closely at him. Watching the young man slowly withdraw his hand, that hand was extremely beautiful. Although the hand was covered with blood at this time, the young man staggered back two steps, and then stood upright, still proud.

The boy glanced at him blankly, turned around and left slowly, every step was extremely heavy, he stared at the boy's straight back, the flame in his heart was raging!

——That is not the flame of hatred, but the flame of passion!

He buried Ao Haojun's body with great ceremonies, and ascended to the position of the lord of the "Haisha Palace". It is said that he is cruel and ruthless, but only he knows that he just wants to grow into a person worthy of that person.

That arrogant, yet extremely beautiful person who looks down on the world!

Hearing this, Beigong Juechen's expression changed, he waved Qi Yong's hand away, his fine eyelashes covered all the emotions in the dark green eyes, "What Palace Master Qi wants, I'm afraid it can only be a delusion. "

Because he was hit by a man on the wrist just because he was in a daze, Qi Yong squeezed a few times casually to restore the twisted bones, raised his eyebrows and said: "Maybe." But even if I can't get your heart, I still want yours People, and then destroy you little by little, so that you can only live by me, this is only fair.

He turned and left, the gloom and fierceness in his eyes dissipated in the dust.

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A gust of cool wind blew, and the hotness in Beigong Qiyi's heart did not subside but increased. He threw down the book in his hand and poured a cup of tea to calm himself down.

It's been a day... Beigong Qiyi tightly clenched the cup in her hand. He knew that there was nothing wrong with that man, but when he thought of that man being alone with Qi Yong, he felt a sense of dryness in his heart, and he should Hiding him so that no one can see it is just not enough...not yet...

"My lord!" An exclamation brought back Beigong Qiyi's thoughts, only then did Beigong Qiyi realize that the cup in his hand had been crushed by him, the tea mixed with blood spilled all over the floor, and the glass shards were embedded in the flesh. The palm was bloody and blood was slowly dripping down.

Xi Mo hurriedly put down the things in his hands, took out a pair of tweezers from the drawer, and cleaned them carefully with water. Just now, he carefully cleaned out the broken pieces in Beigong Qiyi's palm. With a worried look on his face, a complicated expression flashed across his eyes.

After Ximo carefully washed the blood on his palm with water, and wrapped Beigong Qiyi's hand with gauze, he complained: "Young master, can't you be more careful."

Beigong Qiyi indifferently withdrew her hand, smiled and teased: "What? Xi Mo feels distressed?" Xi Mo gave him a hard look, and snorted: "Master, I don't even know that I feel sorry for myself. Why worry about it." Bei Gong Qiyi rubbed Xi Mo's head with her good hand, and comforted her: "I just think things are careless for a while, Xi Mo, don't worry about it." Xi Mo twisted Turning her head to ignore him, Beigong Qiyi pursed her lips and smiled, reached out and hugged him into her arms.

"Ah..." Xi Mo was startled, and quickly struggled in his arms, but Beigong Qiyi leaned her chin on his shoulder and sighed in a low voice: "Don't move, let me rely on you Yes." The young man behind him had never been so weak and tired before, Xi Mo bit his lower lip tightly, stopped his movements and let him lean on without saying a word.

As soon as she calmed down, she felt a wave of tiredness. Beigong Qiyi leaned on the young man's thin shoulder and closed her eyes lightly.