Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

The whole stranger was shaking. This voice was a nightmare, and she couldn't get away with it.

Though psychologically prepared, it is not possible to control the body's response.

She bit her lower lip and felt like she couldn't do this and got out of bed.

There was a noise outside, and the stranger opened the door and saw two guards being knocked over and rolled painfully on the ground.

The stranger knew that Lu Yingying was a merciful servant and that she had not seen him for the first time and was still alive.

A sharp sight struck, and Shallow looked up at Lu Xiang: “Prince, this is the site of the Wang Mansion. ”

Lu Burning looked at her, her eyes slightly glowed, the moonlight fell on his head, her hair lined with cold and ruthless.

The stranger took a unconscious step back, she feared the land burning, which was probably a shadow she could never get out of, but even if she feared, she had to face it.

“Stranger?” The sound of the land-burning film shouted her name in cold blood.

There is doubt and uncertainty in the tone, and the voice appears particularly low in the silent night, like dragging one of her hands in the dark, frightening her but unable to escape.

“Prince, it's me.” As the stranger walked out of the room and took the steps in her underwear, she raised her head to reveal a good face, more and more beautifully lined with moonlight.

Lu Xiang found that her jaw was no longer as sharp as it had been.

The face seemed fleshy, and the whole person was not as weak as it had been.

She seems to be doing well.

Leaving him and fleeing him, she was so happy that even her flesh never grew.

Lu burned the shadow's eyes colder and colder, and there was an emotion inside him that he didn't understand.

“You're really not dead.” Land-based incineration is a positive one this time.

Shallow looked at him and the moonlight was over his head, but his face was shaded. She couldn't see the look on his face, but knew he must be angry now.

After so many years with him, Shallow can feel his emotions completely from his breath.

“Prince, why can't you let me go?” The stranger asked with some confusion that she had always wanted to know the question.

If it was Dragon Spirit blood, he could tell her generously.

But every time I face this question, Lu Xiao never answers it.

“Why did the palace let you go? Follow this palace to make you angry?” Lu Yan made great strides forward, forcing the shallow child into his arms. The shallow child retreated and tried to escape. He dragged him into his arms with his palm.

His face hit the chest of his firm muscles and his nose hurt.

There's a bit of confusion in the head.

Lu burned on her, there was never any tenderness, and she was used to it.

“Prince, you're hurting the child.” The shallow child subconsciously blocks his stomach with his hands.

Her stomach wasn't as bright as Gu Beilu's, but she had probably eaten and slept well over the past few days and had risen a little too high.

Lu Burning shadow twisted her jaw: “You also know that you have children and are carrying the flesh and bones of this palace, but you want the palace to let you go, stranger, are you too dreamy? ”

Shallow frowned slightly and looked at him: "Son, can I give birth to you? ”

Now that Su Muwei is well, Lu should not need children anymore.

Of course, Su Muwei's body is only an illusion. In less than six months she will still have seizures, and she will not really give him the child, just an expedient plan.