The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 382 Betting on Her Lifetime Freedom 3
Ye Wuhuang, the bastard, Jian Luo yelled and cursed like crazy in her heart.

But no matter how much she yelled and scolded, Ye Wuhuang couldn't hear her.

"Hang Chi", Jian Luo bit Ye Wuhuang's tongue without hesitation.

Dear, she told him to belittle her.

See how he treats her lightly this time.

Bite hard, the taste of blood spread in the mouth.

Ye Wuhuang was taken aback, the pain from her tongue spread all over her body.

Immediately, Ye Wuhuang entangled Jian Luo's tongue fiercely and domineeringly.

The pain in his tongue has long been forgotten.

Jian Luo's mind went 'boom', did Ye Wuhuang go crazy?
She bit him, shouldn't he have left?

how
Stimulated?
Naturally, Jian Luo didn't have time to think about this situation.

Tongue can't be used, strength can't be used.

She just can't do anything right now.

But she couldn't do nothing.

Could it be that he was bullied like this?

Jianshui's eyes were filled with unquenchable anger.

Making up his mind, he raised his head and bumped it against Ye Wuhuang's forehead.

Regardless of the consequences, what would be the consequences of Jian Luo not thinking of doing this now?
It may be knocked out, or it may not work at all.

But, in any case, she will not sit still.

Seeing this, Ye Wuhuang's phoenix eyes flashed a little light.

The smile on his lips gradually deepened, and he did not evade Jian Luo's actions.

Hit it.Sure enough, there was a muffled 'dong'.

Without hesitation, Jian Luo tapped Ye Wuhuang's forehead.

Ye Wuhuang's thin lips still stuck to Jian Luo's pink lips like glue.

His forehead does not hurt, it can be said that he has no feeling.

Just because there is a flame mark on his forehead.

This imprint is not a decoration.

It's like a protective function, it will protect any power that wants to erode Ye Wuhuang.

Jian Luo is different.

A purple-blue color appeared on the smooth forehead.

The sky was spinning, and there were little stars in front of Jian Luo's eyes.

Ye Wuhuang, she couldn't beat her.

A sense of grievance welled up in my heart.

Jian Luo didn't resist anymore, but a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, crying.

Ye Wuhuang's complacent look instantly disappeared because of this tear.

Finally left Jian Luo, giving her enough room to breathe.

"Little girl, what's wrong with you?
Why are you crying? "

Ye Wuhuang frowned and asked.

He was just interested in it for a while, wanting to tease Jian Luo.

Why didn't she think that she would cry.

(End of this chapter)