"Xuan Zhen, Xuan Zhen?"

A gentle call came, Wang Xuanzhen's eyebrows and eyes trembled, his long eyelashes spread out, and the breathtaking brilliance spread out from his innocent eyes, like a bird's screen.

"Don't fall asleep," the hand stove stuffed back to his palm, and Wang Pingxin's lips were slightly fainted in the cold, "It's rare to enter the palace once and talk to me."

Wang Xuanzhen looked at Wang Pingxin calmly.

Willow-leaf eyebrows, crescent eyes, the girl's cheeks have not yet faded, and a little cute and silly baby fat.

"Sister..." Wang Xuanzhen said, isn't he dead? Isn't Wang Pingxin dead too?

The slightly cool back of his hand was pressed onto his face, and Wang Xuan's pupils instantly widened for a moment. Wang Pingxin frowned. Her face looked small, but her expression was very steady. "The face was a little hot. Did you catch a cold?

One or two people in the palace are lazy. If you come in, I will ask for hot water. I will not send it here yet," Wang Pingxin pulled the quilt around Wang Xuan and tightened it. He looked at the ball.

Wang Xuanzhen, who only showed a small face in the quilt, giggled, "Little poor, wait obediently, sister will come back soon."

The thin figure ran out in a whirlwind, and when the palace gate was pushed open, the cold air rolled in from outside, making the snow in the already cold palace.

Wang Xuanzhen was wrapped in a quilt, her body was hot and her hands and feet were cold.

It was the King of Hell who punished him for doing so many bad things that he would fall into hell after his death, and constantly tasted this memory that he was most unbearable to look back on in his life?

Wang Xuan really felt ache in his mouth. He pulled the quilt covered with his body and bent down and was about to vomit. He was trembling all over. Suddenly, footsteps came from outside. It was the footsteps of a group of people. It was very regular. Always stepping on one person first.

After going down, a large number of people behind him followed his rhythm and quietly stepped on the cushion.

There is only one person in the world who is the only one in my life.

He is not afraid.

The King of Hell read it wrong, he was not afraid. He was no longer the ignorant Wang Xuanzhen of the sixteen-year-old man. Even that person, he was not afraid.

The door was gently pushed open, and the cold wind brought the smell of ambergris and sandalwood. Wang Xuanzhen smelled this smell for a long time and could not forget even if he died once.

He wanted to look up and rush up to kill the man. His mind was full of torture, but his hands and feet seemed to be about to leave his body, and he did not listen to his orders at all, and even his breathing was in chaos.

The nightmare and fear of youth have been deeply engraved in his bones. If the fragrance of that person is always accompanied by extreme torture, he will be unforgettable for the rest of the world.

A warm cloak fell from the sky to cover Wang Xuanzhen's head and face. The fragrance filled Wang Xuanzhen's mouth and nose in an instant. He gasped, as if he had returned to that dark and sticky night. In a trance, he felt that he was about to suffocate.

The King of Hell is indeed the King of Hell, and his methods are indeed extraordinary.

"The palace is almost frozen, and even carbon is not burned," his slow voice was gentle with a hint of natural arrogance and cruelty. "I have raised you good slaves!"

The palace suddenly knelt all over the ground, and Wang Xuanzhen also shook, and hated himself in a begging for mercy.

Slave, in that person's eyes, everyone is a slave, so he can trample on him without any burden. He is afraid? What is he afraid of? He only regrets that he has not whipped his corpse!

Wang Xuanzhen felt like a mouthful of blood surged in his body. He suddenly raised his frozen hand and lifted the cloak that covered his head and face. The gorgeous cloak fell to the ground, and the gems at the collar made a crisp sound, freezing the noise throughout the room.

The expression in the sharp eyebrows and eyes was unpredictable, and the joy and anger seemed to be only in his mind. He wore a noble and handsome skin, and Wang Xuanzhen knew that there was an extremely evil ghost hidden inside.

"Liu Jing..." Just by saying these two words, Wang Xuanzhen was already trembling, fear and resentment were intertwined in his heart. The other party fell from the sky and took everything from him, and soon disappeared from his life.

Wang Xuan really hated him for a vague disaster in his life, and wished he could die, hoping that he would die the most.

The palace people kneeling in the hall were both surprised by Wang Xuan's unparalleled beauty and shocked by the other party's actions of calling the emperor's name. They all looked at him in shock and could not look away.

Liu Jing stepped forward without saying a word, spread his arms and picked up the person sitting on the soft couch.

The palace people watched the scene in shock.

“——Bang!”

A crisp slap rang through the palace.

The palace people took a breath, but did not dare to speak, because their master was looking at the young boy who had just slapped him in his arms with a calm face. The expected thunderous rage did not come, but it was extremely beautiful.

The young man slapped the emperor in the face again.

The boy obviously used all his strength, and his jade-like palms turned red, and his face turned red.

"What's the matter?" Liu Jing just frowned slightly, "Tickling me?"

Wang Xuan was crazy. He struggled and wrestled in Liu Jing's arms, his arms and waist were locked tightly by the other party and walked out of the hall. He only had two hands constantly slapped and scratched Liu Jing's face.

Liu Jing calmly held the man to send the imperial chariot.

When Wang Pingxin returned to the palace, he only saw a corner of the imperial chariot. He regretted that he had not seen the emperor, and he only realized that he had entered the palace with hot water.

"Xuanzhen?!"

Inside the chariot, Wang Xuanzhen rode on Liu Jing and used all his strength to fight Liu Jing. His teeth bit Liu Jing's neck hard, and warm blood poured into his mouth. Wang Xuanzhen suddenly felt that all this was too real.

It's so real that he wants to vomit.

Wang Xuanzhen let go, turned her face and vomited a few times, spitting out blood foam from her mouth, thinking in a daze that King Yama was too cruel. He had done so many wrong things, so he would punish him like this?

Liu Jing lay down and raised his hand and touched his slightly tingling neck, glanced at the red blood in his palm, and the strange power and magical chaos actually happened to him.

Looking sideways at Wang Xuanzhen, who was sitting on the side with his hands on his couch, his expression was dull and his lips slightly opened. Liu Jing knew what he had just reacted.

When the force of pressing came from the shoulder, Wang Xuanzhen subconsciously looked back and wanted to slap the other party. His wrist was clenched in the other party's palm. Liu Jing frowned, and his face was covered with tiny wounds, "Enough."

Enough?

He said enough?

Wang Xuan was really angry and rushed into his eyes, gritting his teeth and said, "Let go!"

"I'm going to say it again, it's enough." Liu Jing grabbed his wrist, stood up slightly, and said condescendingly, "Don't force me to punish you."

Wang Xuanzhen was trembling all over, his heart felt ache and hard, and his qi and blood surged upwards, and he knew nothing when he saw the darkness.

The dream was dark and bright, but it was not a good scene. The tip of his nose was filled with a familiar smell, and the mountains and seas were overwhelming on his face, making him breathing rapidly and painfully.

"don't want……"

A faint call came from the dragon couch, and Liu Jing turned sideways and wiped it. The palace maid who applied medicine on his face stopped and cut a thread on his cheek. She was so scared that she knelt down and begged for mercy. Liu Jing ignored it and stretched out her hand.

"The veil."

The warm and soft silk squid was carefully placed in his palm. Liu Jing pulled it impatiently and gently wiped the cold sweat from Wang Xuanzhen's forehead.

"Have the medicine been boiled?"

"Go back to the emperor, it's frying."

"Scoop some honey and it's hot."

"yes."

The sweet juice penetrated into the teeth, and Wang Xuanzhen seemed to be much calmer.

Liu Jing showed a little smile. Wang Xuan really liked to eat sweets. He liked roasted oranges the most in winter. He sat in front of the stove, staring at him with his eyes straight, and his white and red face looked like honey was about to flow out.

They had a little good time, but they were so short that they were almost negligible.

He is an emperor, and as long as he wants, he can get everything in the world at his fingertips. He is used to asking for it and never wants to ask whether the other party is willing or not.

So when the moment he felt like he was in his heart, the quickest path he was always on.

"Your Majesty, the medicine is here."

Liu Jing turned around and took it, waved his hand, "Everyone is allowed to enter the palace without my permission."

Wang Xuan was really awakened by the bitter medicine soup. He was weak and had been taking medicine since he was a child. He took too many medicines and was particularly sensitive to the bitterness of medicine. He closed his eyes, had a headache, tongue and tongue, and was still drowsy, half-dream and half-awake.

I pushed it a little while, "If you don't change the money, get out."

"Who is it if the money is not exchanged?"

The low voice stimulated Wang Xuanzhen's nerves more than bitter medicine, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The water vapor rising from the medicine bowl floated to Liu Jing's high-profile nose. He was condescending, calmly and unhappy, "Who is it if you don't exchange money?"

Wang Xuan was really drifting in the nightmare for a long time. At this time, he forced himself to focus on Liu Jing. The fine wound on Liu Jing's face seemed to have been applied with medicine, with a slightly brighter color. The wound on his neck was severe, and the teeth marks were pressed with blood marks.

His expression was quite stable.

Wang Xuanzhen finally realized it.

Liu Jing is the same as him.

It's a repeat.

He suddenly calmed down and opened his lips and said slowly, "He is my servant."

Seeing the madness fading in his expression, Liu Jing's expression softened a little, "I..."

"It's also my lover." Wang Xuanzhen said with a smile.

Liu Jing's pupils shrank, and the palms holding the medicine bowl tightened suddenly.

Wang Xuanzhen's smile gradually deepened, "I have many lovers. After you die, anyone can climb onto my bed, whether it is a guard or a peddler, as long as I am happy, everyone can touch me."

The madness hidden under the calm and beautiful smile finally broke out when he saw Liu Jing's face. Wang Xuanzhen laughed happily and said, "Do you think you can trap me? I..."

The neck was pinched by the palm of his hand, and the suffocational pain came. Wang Xuanzhen had already burst into tears. He looked at Liu Jing with satisfaction with his eyes. Finally, the other party felt the same pain as him. He shook his lips

He said clearly and clearly: "—Kill me."

The force on the neck suddenly loosened again, and the breath came into the nose and mouth again. Wang Xuanzhen breathed quickly and laughed, "I have slept with you and others in this bed," he turned his face and face
Chapter completed!