Agni Group: Good Morning Black Boss

"Return the lives of our mother and son——"

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In the ear, terrible auditory hallucinations began to occur.

The body was slammed against the cold door again and again.

In the violent shaking, a terrifying picture suddenly unfolded in front of Gentle's eyes——

The whole world is blood red.

When the former princess started, she fell in a pool of blood.

Suddenly, she seemed to have discovered something, and she crawled up from the pool of blood stiffly.

In her arms, she held a newly formed baby.

Step by step, walking towards tenderness——

Footsteps, faster and faster, faster and faster...

Behind him, there was thick and dazzling blood...

Wen Rou's face was pale, she screamed while holding her head, her body trembling violently.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't come here—" Her soul screamed in horror.

But the throat, but no sound can come out, it seems to be pinched by an invisible hand.

The tenderness was almost suffocating, and the inner fear was extreme.

Out of control.

Suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Dongfang Aoshi's neck——

The gentle eyes are already a little lax.

Dongfang Aoshi in front of her, in her eyes, was the incarnation of the former princess, a ghost, who came to seek her life.

Gently and fiercely pinching, all the strength was used, and the veins on the back of the hand burst out...

Dongfang Aoshi's face flushed red.

The movement of the body did not stop, venting the blazing anger in his chest...

Slowly, the gentle hands lost their strength and hung down bit by bit.

Letting the man on her body invade...to violate...

Dongfang Aoshi's actions were very fierce, as if he wanted to swallow Wen Rou whole, no matter what, he would never let go...

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After an unknown amount of time, the violent shaking finally stopped.

Dongfang Aoshi's heavy and rapid breathing fell into his ears.

The scorching temperature can almost burn the skin.

However, tenderness feels cold.

Bitter cold.

She lowered her eyes weakly, her face was covered in cold sweat, and her face was whiter than snow.

Dongfang Aoshi's toss is over.

Gentle but still trapped in a terrible hallucination, watching the former princess holding the child to seek her life, the thick blood, following the former princess' pouch, kept approaching, approaching, and approaching again...

Finally, came to the gentle front.

The former princess slowly stretched out her hand towards Wenrou, that hand was covered with blood, scarlet, piercing eyes, cold...

"Return the lives of me and the child..."

A shrill voice rang in my ears.

Gentle hugged her head tightly, her body trembling violently, "Master Jiu..."

"What's your name, my king?" Dongfang Aoshi stiffened.

She snapped her gentle chin, her deep black eyes stared straight into her gentle and fearful eyes.

All hallucinations, instant messages.

Looking softly at Dongfang Aoshi, gasping for breath, she was still trapped in the terrible hallucination just now, completely unaware of what she said and what she did just now.

"This king is asking you something! Answer!" Dongfang Aoshi asked eagerly.

"What?" Gentle looked blank.

Dongfang Aoshi stared at her slack eyes, his expression a little excited.

Gentle but can't understand, what is he looking at.

silence.