Bone to Heart Knowing Xiaohuan

"It's me." A warm voice came over.

what?

Mo Xiaohuan was a little surprised.Listen to the answer, does this person know Mo Qinghuan very well?

But since he is very familiar, why did he jump in through the window again?

The white figure approached, and it turned out to be a handsome man.In modern times, it should be called—a handsome man like a flower.

"Are you feeling better?" the man asked with a gentle tone.

Mo Xiaohuan hesitated.Now, she can be sure that the man in front of her is familiar with the former owner of her body, Mo Qinghuan.

Moreover, the relationship is not simple.

Such gentle greetings.It's not relative.

"It's better, thank you for your concern." Mo Xiaohuan stood still first, and then answered his question.

"Time is running out. How did you find what he wanted?"

thing?he?

what?

Who is he referring to?

I really am not a good material to be an actor!

Mo Xiaohuan knew that he couldn't be fooled any longer.Seeing that this handsome man in Tsing Yi is not bad, Mo Xiaohuan boldly made up a reason: "That... I lost my memory..."

The figure beside the bed seemed very surprised: "Amnesia?"

"Yes." Mo Xiaohuan was really thankful that he had read many time-travel novels, otherwise he would not know how to lie at this time. "More than a month ago, when I woke up, I couldn't remember anything."

After Mo Xiaohuan finished speaking, the man turned and sat next to her.As he got closer, Mo Xiaohuan could see clearly that he had eyes as clear as glass.

What surprised Mo Xiaohuan was, why did the handsome man in Tsing Yi look at him with tenderness in his eyes?

At the same time, the handsome man in Tsing Yi also looked at Mo Qinghuan's appearance and expression.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Mo Xiaohuan managed to avoid it, and looked him in the eyes.

The flower man's expression changed from doubt to surprise and then to calmness.

In the end, he seemed to finally believe that Mo Xiaohuan had lost his memory, and sighed: "It's fine if I lose my memory."

Mo Xiaohuan faintly felt that there seemed to be some joy in his last look, as if he was very happy that he lost his memory.

But think about it, the memories of Mo Qinghuan's previous life were probably not very pleasant, and it would be a good thing to forget them.

But the "something" mentioned by the handsome man in Tsing Yi just now - Mo Qinghuan still has a "task".

"No wonder—" The handsome man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand.Mo Xiaohuan found that his fingers were slender and fair, really pretty.

The handsome man in Tsing Yi gently brushed Mo Xiaohuan's hair around his ears, and then continued: "I said, why are you being bullied by those women in the Imperial Garden? It turns out that you even forgot the basic body protection formula."

Mo Xiaohuan suddenly realized: "You saved me?" Thinking of the ordeal of Yuhuayuan, Mo Xiaohuan's eyes became hot: "I thought I would die in Yuhuayuan."

The handsome man in Tsing Yi was about to say something when his expression turned serious: "Someone is here."

The handsome man in Tsing Yi brought too many doubts to Mo Xiaohuan, and Mo Xiaohuan really wanted to ask more questions.

But she also understands that now is not the right time. "Then go quickly. Maybe Yu Beiming is here."

Upon hearing Yu Beiming's name, a trace of pain slipped through the clear eyes of the handsome man in Tsing Yi.But this was in Yubeiming's territory, so he had to stand up and take a deep look at Mo Xiaohuan: "Qing Huan, take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, the handsome man in Tsing Yi jumped out of the window.The black figure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Huh - Mo Xiaohuan had only seen such flying heroes in martial arts movies on TV before him.

I didn't expect that after traveling to this dynasty, there would be such a good friend of Qinggong!

it is good!I must ask him to teach me a little kung fu some other day!At least you can protect yourself from being bullied!

wait a minute.Mo Xiaohuan suddenly remembered what the handsome man in Tsing Yi said just now, "So you forgot even the basic body protection formula".

Did the words of the handsome man in Tsing Yi mean that Mo Qinghuan also knew martial arts in the first place?

Before he left, he actually called himself "Qing Huan"?

What is going on.

Mo Xiaohuan hid all her questions, she seemed to hear a maid outside the palace saying hello: "I have seen the prince—"

sky!Why is Yu Beiming here again?

Mo Xiaohuan hurriedly lay down, pretending to be asleep.

After a while, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure turning in from the outer hall.

There is only one person who can enter the Fuyao Palace in such a grand manner, and does not need to be passed on by others.

A familiar breath approached, and someone pulled off the brocade quilt covering Mo Xiaohuan's body.

He was more like a lion out of control, tearing and tearing off her clothes.

"what are you doing!"

"What are you doing!" Yu Beiming's voice was full of anger, "Don't you understand what the lonely king is going to do!"

Mo Xiaohuan tightly grasped the collar of his jacket: "Go away! You can kill me, but you can't insult me ​​in this way again!"

"Insulting you?" Yu Beiming's tone was full of endless charm, but his dark eyes seemed to have sharp ice blades, "The lonely king wants to see how you enjoy this insult!"

While speaking, Yu Beiming held onto the corner of Mo Xiaohuan's jacket, and with a hiss, Mo Xiaohuan's clothes shattered.

The fine and white skin|skin is instantly exposed in the air.Mo Xiaohuan hurriedly covered her body.

No, that was never what she wanted.

She will no longer expect his respect, but she is also unwilling to bear his insults.

"I'd rather you kill me! Don't do this to me!"

"Why would the lonely king be willing to kill his concubine?" Yu Beiming's words were extremely evil, "What does my concubine want?"

Mo Xiaohuan knew that resistance was useless.And Yu Beiming will never forgive her easily.

If he wants to kill himself, he deserves it.

Mo Xiaohuan didn't move, nor did he resist.

She didn't look at Yu Beiming again.

No need to look, she also knew that his face was scary.

Yu Beiming stripped Mo Xiaohuan's clothes almost out of revenge.

The cold radiance of Ye Mingzhu shone on Mo Xiaohuan's body, and the delicate skin became whiter and whiter under the cold light.I have to admit that Mo Qinghuan has an excellent figure, fat and thin, and naturally charming.

Like a wild beast, he tortured her delicate body severely, and poured his resentment on her body.

Mo Xiaohuan stared blankly at the hanging beams of the main hall.In fact, she couldn't see the scenery on the beam clearly, she just kept her eyes open like this.

Something in the form of liquid oozed from the back, I don't know if it was cold sweat or blood.

The whip wound hadn't healed yet, and now it's split open again.

However, the pain in the back and the pain in the lower body are not as good as the pain in the heart.

Yu Beiming became more angry.He hated her expression of indifference, no response, indifferent expression, her eyes were clearly full of autumn water but she was staring blankly at the hanging beam!

He locked Mo Xiaohuan's neck with one hand.

The paper-thin skin exudes a woman's fragrance.

It seems to emanate from the bones, the fragrance that confuses men.

Feeling comfortable under his hands, Yu Beiming's voice seemed to burst out from his chest, but it was so cold that the air would condense: "Why do you disobey the lonely king?"

Mo Xiaohuan slowly retracted his gaze while suffocating, and looked at the vicious man in front of him who was looking for his life.

Yoyo's voice was hoarse: "You, you divorced me..."

"Don't think about it!"

Yu Beiming opened Mo Xiaohuan's throat, and his big hand grabbed Mo Xiaohuan back from under the bed.

His two big hands were like iron tongs, pinching Mo Xiaohuan's slender waist.

Regardless of her pain, such a woman needs no pity.He just needs to work out his anger.

"Your duty is to serve the lonely king."

A hoarse and ruthless voice floated in his ears.

Mo Xiaohuan closed her eyes, and the crystal clear tears fell silently.

There was a sudden pain on the side of the neck, and Yu Beiming bit down her ear until it reached her lips.

His voice seemed to come from hell: "Don't disobey the lonely king again!"