Jinmu Qingli

As time went on, Mu Qingli could only sob softly, crystal liquid kept flowing out of his eyes, his body was getting more and more painful, and the woman's madness still didn't stop, he hoped that this person called the Marquis would use her The whip is whipped, otherwise he doesn't know if he can bear it if it is changed.

"Honey, keep crying!" Dilina yanked Mu Qingli's chest vigorously, pulled the clip off and dropped it on the carpeted floor.

"Ah..." Mu Qingli cried out in pain, turned his head a little unbearably, and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing in the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window, but the moisture in his eyes hadn't dissipated, and he could only see a vague outline, but The very familiar voice aroused his hope.

Hibiscus string...

Mu Qingli stared at the figure intently, blinking his eyes and trying to squeeze the tears out of his eyes.Hibiscus string...

JK originally looked indifferently at the heavy-tasting SM in front of him, but seeing Mu Qingli saw him, those eyes full of steam were full of prayers, what was he praying for?He had only met him once, and this time when he ran into him in a panic, it was the second time, but this person looked at him imploringly, which made his indifferent heart a little shaken.

"Yeah……"

"Um..."

The seductive moans that provoked the fire continued to be heard in his ears, JK frowned, and tapped his arm with his index finger.Mu Qingli sobbed and looked at JK with tears in his eyes, his shameful voice was uncontrollable at the moment, his body was trembling, his fair and small face was filled with pain, and he looked sadly at the standing JK in the dark, Mu Qingli realized that this man was the man in the white court pajamas that day when he saw the person clearly, and it was still the same white pajamas at this moment.

JK stared at Mu Qingli for a while, his black eyes were deep, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.Mu Qingli still didn't give up looking at the only person who could save him, and tears fell down his eyes more and more fiercely.

JK frowned, stood up straight, and walked out from the dark place. When Mu Qingli saw the man coming out, he whimpered and his eyes were full of excitement.

Dilina followed Mu Qingli's eyes, and when she saw the man, a trace of panic flashed across her face, and of course there was a trace of doubt, but in the end she put down the whip timidly, with a bad expression on her face, and looked at him unwillingly. Yan Muqingli turned around and bowed respectfully to the man who came out, his body trembling a little, "My lord Duke..."

"You are very courageous." JK's eyes were covered with frost, and he glanced lightly at the bent Di Lina, muttering some words that Mu Qingli could not understand.

When Dilina heard that, her face immediately turned pale, she turned around and knelt down, and said hastily, "Your Highness, I was wrong!"

JK took the thing stuffed in Mu Qingli's mouth, and didn't look at Di Lina again, but Mu Qingli clearly saw Di Lina's distorted face fell on the ground and twitched, Dan Kouhong's eyes were covered with bloodshot, Her eyeballs seemed to burst out, and her red nails kept grabbing her chest. It must be very uncomfortable to see her.

Mu Qingli stared blankly at the scene in front of her, her heart pounding, who is this man?

"No... ah--my lord--please--" Di Lina begged and looked at JK with her eyes wide open, while the man untied Mu Qingli from the rope with a blank face Mu Qingli will never forget that at the end, Dilina's face and hands were bulging with veins, her face was extremely ugly, and finally her chest was opened, and the blood donation snaked along the carpet, bloody and bloody.

Only after Mu Qingli regained consciousness did she realize that she had even forgotten to breathe.Somewhat frightened, she turned to look at the indifferent man. JK pursed his lips and glanced at Mu Qingli.

"regret?"

Mu Qingli shook his head like a rattle.

"fear me?"

Mu Qingli was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

JK sneered, "This woman regards me as a king." He raised his eyes and looked into Mu Qingli's eyes.

Mu Qingli pulled his lips away, staring at this man steadfastly, not letting go of any detail, except for his black eyes, every pore, every expression, every trace of his breath, was like a royal hibiscus string to his bones.