Shocked, the idiot's daughter drove a fighter jet to the battlefield

The rain outside was still falling, sometimes heavy and sometimes sparse.

The air in the room suddenly stagnated, and there was a suffocating smell in the air. The creeping cold current silently invaded every corner, making people shudder.

Nan Mo's phoenix eyes flashed with a dark color, and in an instant, a sly smile appeared in her pure eyes, "Why is the emperor's uncle so angry? You will scare Mo'er!"

Gong Chenyu's pupils were slightly startled, and the paranoid and violent aura around him disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He almost scared her.

He hurriedly lowered his head, trying his best to suppress the violent and bloodthirsty look in his peach blossom eyes. The hand behind his back had already been clenched into a fist, and his nails were embedded in his palm as if he didn't feel the pain. All the hostility was concentrated in this palm at this moment.

Noticing that Gong Chenyu's breathing had stabilized a little, Nan Mo crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at the person opposite with a faint scrutiny. A faint smell of blood entered Nan Mo's nostrils.

"You're hurting yourself."

It was not a question but a certainty, which made Gong Chenyu subconsciously take a step back, and the hand hidden behind his back clenched even tighter.

Nan Mo lowered her tongue to her teeth, her pretty eyebrows slightly furrowed, she couldn't understand or see the person in front of her clearly.

He is obviously the war king You, who is high above everyone else and has power over the world and holds the power of life and death. He kills people like crazy on the battlefield, but is noble and abstinent in his daily life and keeps people at a distance.

People in the capital city hardly dared to get close to him, and even walked around the gate of Prince You's mansion as much as possible.

Such a person, who was strong and paranoid in front of her one second, and had a tendency to self-harm the next second, it was obvious that His Royal Highness King You of Daxia had a mental illness.

Gong Chenyu suddenly said in a deep voice, "I will have someone send you back."

"The hand is already dripping with blood, do you want to cripple it?"

Nan Mo's expression was cold and her voice was unhappy, but her words revealed a hint of concern.

Gong Chenyu was stunned for a moment, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, "Weren't you afraid... afraid just now?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that you will hurt yourself or that you will ignore my wishes and force me?"

She stared at him with a calm look in her eyes. "I remember that last time at Tianheju, the emperor's uncle said that we were done with each other. Why is the emperor's uncle acting like this now?"

Gong Chenyu suddenly curled his lips, his smile was somewhat unfathomable, and the look he gave Nan Mo was even more meaningful, "Mo'er, do you think we are even now?"

Nan Mo's calm and cold eyes met those meaningful peach blossom eyes, and suddenly the corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a bright smile.

He took a few steps forward and was only a fist away from Gong Chenyu. They could clearly sense each other's breath.

She raised her delicate hand and poked Gong Chenyu's heart with her index finger, "Since the emperor's uncle wants to go back on his word, then Mo'er will be returned to you."

Before Gong Chenyu understood what "I'll return it to you" meant, she grabbed his waist belt with her index finger and pulled him to the couch in the inner room of the study where he usually rested.

Nan Mo didn't seem nervous or afraid at all. She sat down on the couch naturally and casually.

He raised his head and looked at Gong Chenyu who had a shocked look on his face.

"Why are you so surprised, uncle? Last time, it was Mo'er who took advantage of someone's misfortune and forced you. Now I'm letting you sleep with me. Now we're even now."

"Nan Mo, do you know what you are talking about?"

At this moment, Gong Chenyu was obviously even angrier than before. It was true that he wanted her, and it was also true that he wanted to occupy her and keep her for himself.

But she suddenly took the initiative and said so unscrupulously that he should go back to sleep. For some reason, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart. It seemed that she didn't care at all whether he slept with her or not or who he slept with.

"Why are you angry again, uncle? Anyway, Mo'er has slept with you before, so it doesn't matter if you slept with her once or twice. It just so happens that I didn't feel anything last time because of the Chinese medicine I took. So you have to serve her well today, uncle!"

Nan Mo pulled hard with the hand that was holding his waist belt, but he didn't move at all. In addition to anger, his peach blossom eyes also contained obscure desires that he had hidden well.

"Could it be that the Imperial Uncle is protecting the virginity of Mo'er, the future Imperial Aunt...ah..."

Gong Chenyu suddenly possessed the person and pushed him down.

"There is no imperial aunt." His tone was hoarse but still contained anger.

Nan Mo looked at him with a smile, a hint of cunning in her eyes.

"Uncle Emperor is old and prone to anger, but... well..."

The domineering and hot lips swallowed up all the words she had not yet finished saying, and bit her directly as fiercely and aggressively as a hurricane passing through.

Nan Mo subconsciously whimpered and shrank in pain.

Gong Chenyu seemed to have noticed something and instantly left the bloodshot red lips. He supported his arms on both sides, and continued to scold in a hoarse voice, "Do you know the consequences of talking nonsense?"

Nan Mo licked the corner of her lips subconsciously, her eyes slightly reddened, "Why are you doing it so hard? It hurts..."

Gong Chenyu once again didn't wait for her to finish her words, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips. Nan Mo's red phoenix eyes made his heart tremble slightly, but this time there was no trace of ferocity.

He pecked and kissed her, as naturally as drinking water or breathing, as if he had done this gentle movement on her hundreds of times and was very familiar with it.

At this moment, his passion and desire were a little less, and he seemed more tender and affectionate.

But when Nan Mo cooperated and slowly raised her arms to climb onto his neck, her misty phoenix eyes and slightly opened red lips came up.

Gong Chenyu felt that he, who had always been calm and self-controlled, seemed to be in danger of losing control at any time, and any slight initiative from her would cause him to collapse.

There is a difference between hugging and kissing someone in real life and in dreams. This real touch makes him forget everything around him. He just wants to kiss her and occupy her...

He kissed her with the utmost tenderness and love. If it were another woman, she would have been melted by his gentleness long ago.

At this time, Nan Mo moved her red lips to his ear and bit the red earlobe with her pearly teeth.

Gong Chenyu's entire body tensed up, and at that moment it seemed as if an electric current ran through his entire body.

Nan Mo obviously noticed the changes in his body. The corners of her lips moved slightly, and her voice was soft and gentle, "Has the emperor ever heard a word?"

Gong Chenyu had already been teased by her and couldn't control himself. He buried his head in her neck, kissing or sucking, and subconsciously replied in a hoarse voice, "What?"

"Countless men have died in women's bellies throughout history."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Chenyu suddenly raised his head, the lust in his peach blossom eyes had not dissipated, "Mo'er, if you want my life, you can take it anytime. There's no need to wrong yourself to please me like this."

Compared to Gong Chenyu's eyes full of lust, Nan Mo's phoenix eyes were unusually clear, as if the person who was just immersed in the kiss was not her.

"Then give it to me now!"

Seeing the cold murderous look flashing in her pure eyes and the evil smile on the corners of her mouth, he just sighed and didn't say what he wanted to say.

A silver needle in her slender jade hand pierced into the back of his neck without hesitation.

The lustful peach blossom eyes were not angry or angry, but just closed slowly and reluctantly...