The blackened male god of fast crossing strategy chases to the end

Chapter 828 The Daily Life of Falling in Love and Killing with the Sick Prince (42)

Zhao Yuan pursed his lips and said softly, "Rather than waiting for you to be killed by others, it is better to let you die in my hands now."

"..." A chill rose from Chu Xiaoxiao's back, she stared into Zhao Yuan's eyes very seriously, "Impulse is the devil."

Zhao Yuan was also very serious, "This son is not impulsive."

The blade pressed down, and blood burst out instantly.

A trace of sharp pain broke into the apex of my heart densely.

Chu Xiaoxiao stared at him heavily.

"Come on, kill the baby!"

Zhao Yuan frowned, staring at the bright red, and suddenly withdrew his sword.

"Why didn't you kill this baby?" Chu Xiaoxiao asked in a cold voice.

Zhao Yuan lowered his eyes, stared at his hand for a long time, and then slowly said: "This son... is reluctant."

There was a smile on the corner of Chu Xiaoxiao's lips, which was extremely weird.

"There are also things you don't want to part with."

Zhao Yuan didn't really want to believe this fact, he turned around, held his head high, and asked proudly, "Didn't you show mercy back then?"

"Mistake." Chu Xiaoxiao looked indifferent.

Definitely a mistake.

At that time, she didn't even notice the mistake of a few tenths of a millimeter.

Zhao Yuan sneered, turned around suddenly, raised his hand to pinch Chu Xiaoxiao's chin, bent slightly, the cold mask was almost stuck to Chu Xiaoxiao's face in an instant.

His bright red eyes were fixed on Chu Xiaoxiao's eyes, as if he was looking for something...not so much looking for it, but rather looking for something.

Finally, his warm fingertips gently stroked her smooth and white chin, "You, from today onwards, are the woman of this son."

Chu Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, and slapped his hands away, "You think it's a bit beautiful."

"My son let you go once, but you... ran back again." Zhao Yuan pinched Chu Xiaoxiao's jaw again, this time, the oppressive feeling in his body attacked Chu Xiaoxiao without hesitation.

Breathing is somewhat difficult.

There's just something wrong with this guy.

Chu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, and opened his hand again, "If so, then you have to belong to me!"

A look of surprise flashed across Zhao Yuan's eyes, and in the next second, his wrist was grabbed and pushed away, and his back fell to his waist, his face turned cold, and the mask left. This beautiful face in the prosperous age was completely exposed to Chu Xiaoxiao's sight.

The bright red lips, like his bright red eyes, are as bright as water, tempting to pick!
Chu Xiaoxiao pressed his lips to his lips without hesitation, bit her lips lightly, lowered her voice, and said, "Zhao Yuan, I've missed you for a long time."

With a sense of nostalgia.

Suddenly aroused the sense of familiarity deep in Zhao Yuan's heart, he involuntarily raised his other arm, and tightly hugged the girl's slender waist. For some reason, Zhao Yuan felt a slight pain in his heart, and he stared at the picture in front of him. face.

familiar!

But strange!

Want to push away!

I couldn't help getting closer!

It's as if we've known each other from a previous life!
But because of drinking Mengpo soup, they will become strangers when they meet again in this life!
"Qiao You..." The intimate murmur came out from his thin lips, with infinite lingering and reluctance, "Don't separate..."

In this way, forever hug together.

Zhao Yuan's breathing gradually became heavier. He pulled out the sword from his waist and put it on the necks of the two of them. With just a light stroke, the flesh would bloom.

The blood sprayed out, mixed with the opponent's, and would not be separated no matter what.

Two people hugging each other, at the same time, at the same place, with the same way of leaving this world, forever...together!
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(End of this chapter)