C59 purple smoke (2/2)

The name 'Zi Yan' meant nothing to him.

”This is how you treat me. You threw me from the sky to the ground. You made me beg for death. Shangguan Mingjin, my sincerity, was in the end, wrongly paid.” She was crying, pitifully, sorrowfully.

The brothel girl actually believed in love. This was the punishment for her naivety.

Mingjin walked to her side, squatted down, and carried her in her arms. She slowly got up and placed her on the bed, staring at her tear-stained face. It was an attractive face, very similar to his beloved imperial sister's.

If not, how could she climb into her own bed? A joke.

”Don't blame me for not giving you the chance. You can leave now.” Recalling back hundreds of days and nights, he still had that little bit of emotion, but only that little bit.

Zi Yan immediately hugged him and shook her head, ”I don't want to go, I don't want to! I know I was wrong, and I won't say such words again. You know, if I leave you, I won't be able to live! ”

This kind of crazy begging was a true portrayal of how deeply she had fallen in love with the poison.

He reached out and pinched her jaw, causing her teary eyes to stare at him. With a cold smile, he asked, ”Are you unwilling to part with the wealth of the prince's estate, or are you unwilling to part with your lordship?”

As she listened, her heart felt even more pained. As matters stood, he was still doubting her sincerity. It seemed that he had guessed correctly, he had never cared about her.

In this world, the most lamentable thing was probably the desire to kill, and the merciless flow of water.

She did not speak. She could not answer this question. She could only answer the former because it hurt his heart and the latter because it hurt her heart.

She was not even qualified to say that she loved him.

He still kissed her. It was a very skillful kiss, and it didn't take long for her to become like a puddle of water, and her body became softer and softer.

He undressed himself, and his heart was filled with joy.

He spoke the word, ”Wan-Er …”

The purple smoke that had been blurring under his body suddenly became clear. Wan-Er, he was indeed using himself as a substitute.

It was perhaps the only value she had in the world.

The lights were bright and the emotions were gone.

In the Guest House, Wudan was running around with a quilt over his body.

Originally, it was summer. To wear such a heavy object on one's body, just thinking about it made one feel warm.

However, the people around him could not persuade him no matter how hard they tried. Although he had gone mad, his fiery temper did not change at all.

”Hehe, I am the Queen, I am the Queen of Xuansu! Nangong Yu is mine! He's mine! ”