Distressed Concubine

Chapter 8 Murderous

After a momentary pause, she swiped in the air and twisted her sword. The simultaneous force of her hands and feet forced him to let go, otherwise what was waiting for him was the spinning flesh.

Both of them fell back to their original places, and the lingering spring rain drenched them half wet.

Nalan Ruixue was only wrapped in an outer shirt, and now the rain-soaked robe was clinging to her body, outlining her exquisite curves, and even showing the two bulges on her chest.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but his pupils deepened, and he turned his head slightly to stop looking at her.

His anomaly made Nalan Ruixue realize what happened.

Furious, he raised his sword and rushed towards him with a murderous look.

He, can't stay!
He heard the sound of swords in his ears, and he quickly swept back.

This woman is angry!Realizing this, he finally gave up his defense and planned to counterattack.

The sword edge was inserted close to his ear, and he turned his head slightly.

And from the sleeve robe in her left hand, she quickly shot a blue short knife, and the knife's edge reached the main artery of his neck.

She can use weapons with both hands!

The astonishment in his eyes hadn't faded yet, and a glint of disbelief floated in her Qiushuijian pupil.

Time stopped, and they returned to their original tranquility.

Nalan Ruixue, who couldn't move, looked unwillingly at the traces of blood oozing from his neck through the black veil.

Just a little faster, and her Biluo knife can take his head off!

But the numbness in her waist showed the indisputable fact that she was acupunctured.

And he also felt the blade on his neck, which was colder than the thousand-year-old iron, and a slight tingling pain.

There was a burst of sweat on his back. He underestimated the enemy and underestimated this woman!
If he hesitated just now and didn't fight back, if he just avoided at this moment, he might have seen the king of Hades.

He indifferently pushed away the knife on her neck, and clasped her delicate chin with his backhand.

"who are you?"

He finally spoke, but switched places with her.

Her voice was hoarse with a hint of magnetism. She estimated that he should be over 20 years old and under [-] years old.

"Do not say?"

Seeing that although she was captured, the calmness in her eyes remained undiminished, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a wicked smile.

Why do we need force to deal with women?
The hand let go of her chin, and the fingertips turned to slide towards the snow-white neck.

The incredible smoothness of the skin within his reach surprised him.

And the place where his restless fingertips brushed caused Nalan Ruixue to feel numb.

"Either kill me, or stop." She said coldly.

"Oh?"

Facing her unsightly coldness, his fingertips lifted her neckline more provocatively.

Like a cat teasing a mouse, it slowly sweeps down inch by inch, almost teasing.

Finally, when he was about to reach the forbidden area of ​​Yuanyuan.

"Nalan Ruixue!" She said the name lightly.

Nalan Ruixue realized that he didn't know her name, so it was obviously not for her. As for his identity, she would check it out slowly in the future.

"Nalan Ruixue?" He chewed her name lightly and nodded in satisfaction.

"who are you?"

"Me?" He said with a smile in a really good voice, "You will know soon."

He looked at the woman holding a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he hugged her horizontally.

Nalan Ruixue's eyes widened.

What does he want to do!
Anger floated into her eyes, and her calm heart began to feel nervous and uneasy.

He kicked open the door of her boudoir and carried her to the bed.

Hands—stretched to her neckline again.

(End of this chapter)