The Vicious Villain is Beauty and the Strong [Quick Transmigration]

He Qing's consciousness was confused, the scorching heat and strong stimulation devoured his reason, now he is like a fish on a chopping board, waiting for others to pick it.

"You... what did you do to me?" He Qing's voice was a little flustered, but more fearful and helpless.

With difficulty, he tugged at the hem of Lian Lin's clothes, forced an arc on his neck, and spoke intermittently, "Lian Lin... kill me... I... I never forced you... why did you do this to me?" I……"

Lian Lin's eyes stared deeply at the person struggling on the bed, he slowly bent down, stretched out his hand and wiped the snow-white face, and when the face was stained with some blood, he smiled.

"Has anyone ever said that His Majesty looks good?"

He Qing had no consciousness at all, but Lian Lin said such a sentence inexplicably. After his brain crashed instantly, He Qing moved his eyes slowly, deeply puzzled inside.

"Lian Lin..." The words just uttered were swallowed by the tide that suddenly hit the whole body. He Qing's body twitched a few times, and some crystal liquid remained at the corner of his mouth.

Lian Lin's gaze gradually deepened, and he bent down and stretched out his hands towards He Qing's body.

"...Why," Lian Lin's tone was a bit weird, which implied some disbelief, and after a long while he finally let out a breath: "You are a god?"

He Qing gritted his teeth and stared at Lian Lin fiercely.

Damn... this was his sore spot, but Lian Lin actually said it directly.

He clenched his hands into fists and beat on the bed a few times, "Don't touch me!"

It's just that the current He Qing is obviously powerless, and the threat that was originally a vicious one came out of He Qing's mouth, but it was tactful and soft.

Lian Lin looked at He Qing's embarrassment, his originally gloomy eyes became darker now.

"I used to think that your Majesty has never touched me because in your heart, I am different from others."

As if lamenting, Lian Linshu let out a sigh of relief, "Looking at it now, I'm really stupid to think of such an excuse for you..."

He Qing was thrown by Lian Lin's white neckline to the wall against the bed, against the cold wall, He Qing's consciousness came back, he leaned against the wall, and said with cold eyes: "So? What do you want to do? "

"What are you doing?" Lian Lin lifted the remaining red cloths.

He Qing leaned his back against the wall, watching

When the line moves high, you can clearly see what is in the wooden tray.

On the wooden tray was a package of brown parchment rolls, and on the other was a crystal-clear white columnar thing.

The carvings on it are lifelike, with two peach blossoms intertwined and blooming.

Its shape...why does it look familiar?

After He Qing saw this thing clearly, his face turned pale in an instant.

"You..." Wouldn't it be what he thought?

Lian Lin threw the brown parchment to He Qing, just right on the hem of He Qing's clothes scattered on the bed.

"open to take a look."

He Qing covered his chest with one hand, and pulled out the parchment roll with the other hand. With difficulty in cooperating with his index finger and thumb, he finally opened the lace on it.

As soon as the tie on the sheepskin scroll was untied, it couldn't wait to unfold its body, and a long piece rolled down to the edge of the bed, and He Qing's eyes were flashed by silver-white light a few times.

Inside the parchment are slender silver needles.

He Qing closed his eyes subconsciously, and in the next second, he was pressed against the wall.

"Your Majesty, choose one." Lian Lin's voice sounded low in He Qing's ears, like a demon coaxing an ignorant child.

He Qing put his hands on his chest, which was the only way to distance himself. His chin rested on Lian Lin's shoulder. Lian Lin's body radiated coolness from the inside out, and He Qing's body was scorchingly hot. Sticking to Lian Lin all the time, he relieved some uncomfortable feelings.

The distance between them was too close, He Qing's breath was blowing on Lian Lin's fine hair, He Qing could only see the empty eyes of those palace maids, staring at them emotionlessly like puppets on a string.

He Qing straightened his body, and replied coldly: "Why did I choose?"

He Qing's voice suddenly rose, "Lian Lin, don't wantonly insult me ​​just because I like you!"

His body trembled slightly due to excitement, and the hand on his chest turned into a fist.

From the corner of Lian Lin's eyes, he saw He Qing's clenched hand tightly into a fist, and he let go of the restraint, his indifferent face was not moved at all.

"Since His Majesty does not choose, then I will let the minister help you."

He Qing's hand was held by Lian Lin, and he spread out each of his fingers, his immature fingers like white onions looked embarrassed due to blood congestion.

"What are you going to do?" He Qing couldn't help pushing Lian Lin, he wanted to withdraw that hand, but he couldn't.

"Let me go!"

"...Your Majesty" Lian Lin's eyes were extremely deep, like a bottomless pool, "Pierce the whole thin needle through your finger,

how would you feel "

"...Are you crazy?" Rao He Qing didn't expect Lian Lin to be so perverted.

"Chen is crazy." Lian Lin held a silver needle so thin that it was almost invisible between two fingers, "Chen is crazy."

"Don't...!" He Qing's eyes widened suddenly, and the needle gradually disappeared into He Qing's finger, but his body was suppressed by Lian Lin, he couldn't move, and he was sweating profusely. His arms hugged Lian Lin tightly. Lin's hand.

Although there is a system, He Qing still can't accept this kind of slow torture. It's like boiling a frog in warm water. Sooner or later, he will be driven crazy by Lian Lin.

"...I choose."

Lian Lin's movements stopped, the hand holding the silver needle was raised to the side, the palace man bowed and stepped forward to take the silver needle with both hands.

Seeing this, He Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "Let go of me first."

A little bit of blood flowed out from the finger, although he didn't feel any pain, but seeing the condition of the finger, He Qing felt a little dazed.

The coercion on his body was gone, and He Qing quickly retracted his hands into his cuffs.

How could he be so unlucky to fall into some kind of villain system.

Could it be his retribution for this situation?

He Qing raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, and looked at Lian Lin with blurred eyes.

"Why didn't His Majesty speak?"

He Qing looked at the wooden pillar-like palace servants in this room, and asked, "What's the other one?"

"Jade potential."

Those two simple words, to other people's ears, turned out to be a complicated and long story.

He Qing frowned, "What are you doing with this kind of thing?"

"What do you think, Your Majesty?" Lian Lin played with the crystal-clear jade without expression, and He Qing's face turned red as his fingers fluttered.

Is this also a way to take revenge?

Could it be that his innocence is going to be lost today?

He Qing pressed against the wall, and the effect of the medicine in his body came up again, and the feeling of softness spread to every cell, and he frowned and fell on the bed.

After grunting, he moved his fingers slightly, and turned his eyes to look at that person.

"Your Majesty..." Lian Lin's voice seemed to come from far away, and it seemed that they were separated by a fist. He Qing could no longer tell the distance. He could only feel the heat on his body. He wanted to To vent, to scream.

I want to be... torn apart...

What the protagonist suffers from is unusual, even something as vile as sex can be so violent.

If the protagonist Shou wants to do this kind of thing with him, he can totally agree.

Now use this mandatory

As for the means, He Qing also...can cooperate.

[OOC is prohibited, players please pay attention to the current state! 】

He Qing couldn't help complaining: I don't have any strength now, what's the matter?Do you want me to jump up and fight back?

[According to the system requirements, the current state of the player should be: fear and despair. 】

He Qing secretly rolled his eyes at the system, then put on another expression, deeply humiliated.

"Don't come over here..." He Qing growled lowly, like a trapped animal, trapped on the bed, his swings, but paralyzed because of the exhaustion of strength, the humiliation made him look pale Hong, "How dare you do these things to me!"

"Why don't you dare?" Lian Lin's face was getting closer and closer, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened. He Qing was suffocated by this beautiful face for a moment, and changed it again before the system issued a warning. Desperate look.

"Besides, hasn't Your Majesty always wanted a minister?" Lian Lin said as he untied He Qing's clothes.

He Qing's face was flushed, and he hurriedly looked at the palace attendants present, and found that they lowered their heads consciously, but stood motionless in the bedroom.

The clothes on his body became less and less, and He Qing's rationality gradually weakened, "Can you tell them to go out?"

When He Qing spoke, he used a deliberative tone. His voice was originally juvenile, but now he lost the cover of coldness because of his panic, and he was like an ignorant child.

The movement of Lian Lin's hand froze, "No."

He Qing's eyes became dizzy, he touched in a panic, and finally held Lian Lin's hand, "Take it as it is, save me some face for the last time..."

"I... I don't want to be made fun of after death..."

Lian Lin pursed his lips and said nothing, he let go of his hands on He Qing, and after a while he said coldly, "Go down."

After the person left, He Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Now even if the protagonist Shou does something to him, he only needs to half-pull and half-do it.

Before He Qing was ready, he was torn apart by something cold.

"You!" He shrank his body, but Lian Lin patted his muscles.

"Relax."

In the middle of the journey, He Qing cried countless times. He tugged at Lian Lin's sleeves in a panic, and could only see his neat clothes in his eyes. He called softly, "Brother Lian Lin...don't treat me like this... "

The movement of Lian Lin's hands stopped.

As the night grew darker, the palace servants waiting outside the palace sighed foully when they heard what seemed to be crying mixed with pleasant begging for mercy.

Days are going to change.

The monarch who used to be aloof has now become someone else's prisoner.

Perhaps this is karma.