Destiny Concubine

Chapter 675: Fifteen Sorrows 2
At this moment, Meng Jiu'er suddenly understood what he was going to do, she opened her eyes immediately, and heard the sound of the brocade being torn apart, and a chill flowed all over her body, but she was already happy.

"No, no!"

Meng Jiu'er struggled desperately, but she didn't have any strength in her body, let alone stop the strong and powerful man on her body from encroaching on her.

The strange breath combined with a chilly chill made her limbs tremble, and the fear from the bottom of her heart occupied her heart.

A sudden burst of tearing pain made her scream out, many tears welled up in her eyes, desperately feeling the violent in and out of the man on her body.

There is no trace of tenderness, not even a trace of desire in those empty eyes, only crazy possession without mercy.

Meng Jiuer gradually lost her strength from crying, she let this strange man run on her body like a corpse, after a long time, Meng Jiuer had passed out and woke up quite badly, but the man still didn't let go. pass her.

Until he felt the person on his body, the originally cold body instantly burned like a raging fire, and he saw the man twitching non-stop, as if in great pain.

Meng Jiuer felt that the man seemed to be on fire. She was terrified and tried to push him away with all her strength, but the man suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly.

His body was trembling constantly, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which drenched her body.

Meng Jiuer struggled desperately, trying to escape from him, but the man hugged her even tighter, accompanied by a hoarse intermittent voice: "You...not her, who are you...?"

Who is she?
Meng Jiuer was in a daze for a while before realizing that this body was not hers. What happened?She was in a daze when she suddenly heard the man's gloomy and painful voice: "Wu Shang!"

Wushang, who was guarding the door, hurried in. Seeing that Mo Jue was having an attack again, he hurriedly called out with shock in his eyes, "Young master!"

As he said that, he was busy putting on clothes for Mo Jue, and then led him out of the room.

Meng Jiu'er curled up at the head of the bed, using the quilt to cover her body, tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes, her eyes fell on the bright red blood stain on the quilt.

This is not Ye Qinghuan's body, whose body is it?Who is she?Meng Jiu'er covered her face and sat on the bed crying bitterly, helplessness, fear, sadness, and confusion slowly overwhelmed her!

In the middle of the night, accompanied by the cold wind outside and her crying, it was extremely weird.

The next day.

The locked door was suddenly pushed open, and Meng Jiuer was shocked, and saw Mo Jue walking in with a gloomy whole body, she shrank back in fear, trembling all over.

As Mo Jue's cold breath approached, he suddenly grabbed her by the throat and asked, "Tell me, who are you?"

Mo Jue left her a bit of space to speak, she gasped for breath, and said intermittently: "Meng...Meng Jiuer..."

Meng Jiuer?
The name left a mark in his heart, and he let go of his hand inexplicably. Mo Jue narrowed his eyes and looked at her cold voice and said, "Have you seen me?"

Meng Jiuer shook her head and looked at him in fear.

"What's going on? Where did the soul in this body go?" What Mo Jue wanted was the soul that could comfort him that night, not this body.

Meng Jiuer immediately understood when she heard this, she hurriedly said: "Princess Zhaohua, on Princess Zhaohua!"

(End of this chapter)