C67 Part1

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'Qin Ruo was following from behind...

Didn't she see us? Why didn't she come?'

Murong Ci thought in her heart, throwing away his hand annoyedly, with her eyebrows cold,

"Prince Regent, please behave yourself!"

The tone was angry and hot, and her delicate eyebrows were full of anger.

Murong Yu stepped forward, and she stepped back.

At this time, she had already awakened from the initial instinct of using her martial arts to run away!

She couldn't expose too much and had to bear with it...

Behind her was the vermilion Palace wall.

As she leaned against the cold Palace wall abruptly, there was no way to go back, and a chill came through the back of her robe, making her hands and feet feel cold.

He stared at her, with his handsome face cold, like a polar glacier that has gone through thousands of years, and the atmosphere around became tense and cold to the bones.

She was about to slip away, but his long arm pressed against her side, besieging her between him and the Palace wall.

Like cold iron, he raised his other hand and pinched her mouth.

Her delicate face sank as soon as his fingers pressed on her face.

"What are you doing?"

Murong Ci reprimanded angrily, knocking out his hand, but it didn't help at all, and it caused him to pinch even harder.

"Are you trying to match this King with Princess Zhaohua?"

With a sudden force, he pressed her lips to puff, and with that, her lips became brighter and more intense, like a natural pink temptation, teasing the heart of the people.

"How could this Prince do such a thing?

The Prince Regent must have misunderstood."

She looked as usual, but her heart was in chaos.

'He brought me here on purpose!

So hateful!'

"Whether there's such a thing or not, you should ask deep down to your heart!"

His eyes became deep and lonely, but as fierce as a knife,

"No one can ever manipulate this King!"

Murong Ci stared at him quietly, with her heart pounding, and her robe soaked in cold sweat, to the point that she didn't know if it was cold or hot.

'He is a Minister, the Prince Regent of our Country, and as such his wealth and life have always been determined at his own choice.

When he said "No one can ever manipulate this King!", her revealed his ambition!'

"Then the Prince Regent wants to have everyone at his mercy, possessing and manipulating them, and eventually killing them?"

She sneered mockingly.

Murong Yu's eyes flashed, as if light flashed by.

They were both brilliant people, and he naturally understood the meaning of this sentence.

His sword-like eyebrows flew wildly,

"Could it be that you think this King can't deal with you now?

When it comes to your little life, for me it's as simple as pinching an ant to death."

Murong Ci naturally knew that he had this ability.

At this time, his beautiful and handsome face was full of ruthlessness, which was very shocking.

"Then what is the Prince Regent waiting for?"

She smiled brightly, and quietly aimed her right hand at his weak-spot, ready to attack at any time.

"This King is waiting......"

He suddenly humiliated himself, with a hot breath gushing out, and a faint fragrance of masculine scent coming out.

She seemed to be scalded by it and turned her head to avoid it, but he moved her over.

Their black and bright pupils were like immersed in the clear mountain stream, shining and pure, reflecting each other's little figures clearly, as if illuminating their souls hidden in the depths of life.

Murong Yu was illuminated by the stare of such a pair of eyes pure to the extreme, bright to the extreme, deep and remote to the extreme, and he couldn't help but fall into the lush autumn water, unable to extricate himself from it.

The transparent ray of the sunlight shone on her face, and her skin immediately turned into pure snow.

Her long and curly eyelashes resembled butterfly wings, fanning off the small silhouette of crow green.

Her eyebrows were gleaming with fine sunlight, bright and colorful, just like the dew on the delicate flowers in the early morning.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, as she breathed freely, sultry and hot.

This was a natural temptation for him, and Murong Yu's chest started scorching hot, slowly spreading and sneaking into his limbs.

He drew his face close to her eyebrows in a sneaky manner.

Murong Ci was shocked and turned her head away.

As the scorching breath was pouring around her, she felt like a blown feather, and a heat wave swallowed up from the soles of her feet, and her whole body became hot.

"Let go!"

She gave a jerky push, but the mountain in front of her didn't move an inch.

His rapid breathing eased, and his slender fingers stroked her slightly frowned eyebrows.

She felt like having been shocked by an electric shock, and instinctively blocked his hand, taking this opportunity to push him hard.

This time, he let go of her.

Murong Ci glanced at him and ran away hastily, as if a ghost was chasing her.

Murong Yu watched her run away in a hurry, with his thin lips slightly hooked in a smile, 30% of narrowness, 30% of happiness, 40% of gentleness, to the point he didn't even realize it.

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END of CHAPTER 67 PART 1

.....................to be continued