Chapter 144: My Qilang

Jiankang Wang reacted at this moment. His face was white and his face was stunned by Chen Rong, who was overwhelmed by the golden plaque. He shouted at the scorpion: "Well, this king will let her out."
He yelled at Chen Rong, and said in a hurry: "Have you heard? Go out and go out."
Chen Rong did not move.
Her wrist sank again.
A small weapon of "噗" came into the sound of the meat. In a blink of an eye, a stream of blood spilled from the throat of Jiankang Wang. Although Jin Yu is not deeply inserted, the threat of death is real for the well-being of Jiankang Wang.
Involuntarily, he screamed and yelled in a panic: "Are you a woman who is crazy? I let you go out, have you not heard it?"
At this moment, Wang Hong and others outside are listening to the movement inside. When the guards are preparing to break into the door, Wang Hong, who is listening to it, waved his hand. He smiled lightly, a little gentle, and said with a little sigh: "Let She dispels the fire, she knows the size."
The guards heard the words and turned back to him.
In the temple, Chen Rong smiled weakly after hearing the flustered sound of Jiankang Wang. She glared at him with a dimly-stained eyes. The golden scorpion in her hand sank again. When she stabbed Jiankang Wang’s blood, Chen Rong Rong said coldly: "Wang Ye should thank Wang Qilang, if not he came, now you are a body!"
Her voice was cold and loud. After saying this, she glanced at Jiankang Wang with disgust, and glanced at several corners of the temple, which turned away.
Almost she was able to turn around, the door was slammed and slammed open, white clothes, handsome and beautiful like Wang Hong, led the public guards to appear in front of her eyes.
He was right with Chen Rong who was slowly walking out.
Seeing him, Chen Rong licked his brain, and even after several times, her eyes were still dim, so she picked up the golden plaque in her hand and once again placed a heavy back on her left wrist.
Jin Hao was pulled out, blood flowed like a line, and everyone bowed their heads, but they saw her white white jade wrist, with four blood mouths, one of which was bloody, and the other three had dried up... Just now she was stabbing herself to refresh herself.
Wang Hong’s eyes are not instantaneously looking at the four blood. He walked a little faster and walked over to Chen Rong.
Not looking at her, he took out his handkerchief from his arms and gently picked up her wrist. He wrapped the wound in his hand. The handkerchief was not enough. He tore off a piece of cloth from the left sleeve and applied it to the wound.
His movements were gentle and careful, and after the dressing, he did not let go of her hand.
Holding this wrist in reality, Wang Hong slowly looked up.
He is as clear as the autumn water, the clear double eyes, and fixedly looking at Chen Rong, Chen Rong at this time is also looking at him. Under the influence of her medicinal power, her eyes are less chilly when she is awake, and she is more confused and confused. She looked at him with a fascinating look that would never appear when she was awake.
Against her gaze, Wang Hong suddenly stretched out her hips and put her in her arms.
Tightly glaring at her, Wang Hong closed his eyes, gently, a little hoarsely called: "Arong, Arong..."
Chen Rong, who was in his arms, earned his earned money.
She broke his cuddle, pulled his hands on his hips, still licking his head, looking at him with madness... This look, too focused, all of her seems to have abandoned all her obsessions, all of them. Bitterness, just the love that is engraved into the soul, engraved into the desire of the soul, engraved into the love of the dream, so stupid, fixedly dumped.
This look, too obsessed, too affectionate, too bitter, too much love, too desperate... In this cool, absurd and arrogant world, no one is obsessed with such love.
Wang Hong suddenly felt a bit sour in his eyes, he looked up. After a while, he spread his arms again and took her to his arms.
When he held Chen Rong heavily, he released his hands and turned to walk toward Jiankang Wang.
He took a step, the right hand wrist was tight, but Chen Rong was holding his arms. She was still looking up at him. At this time, Chen Rong was completely different from the past. She seemed to be a fragile The bird, attached to his elbow, is a bit silly, a bit fragile, a bit serious.
Wang Hong smiled softly, reaching out to her waist and holding her in her arms, he strode toward Jiankang Wang.
At this time, Jiankang Wang, the wound with a small neck has long been closed. He is looking at Chen Rong with sorrow.
When Wang Hong approached, he suddenly sighed and said to Wang Hongcheng: "I am not as far away as you are." This dark fragrance is both a medicine and a magic medicine. It can make people relax. In a beautiful dream, you can hide people's feelings and desires in your heart and expand them countless times.
It is precisely because of this, people who smell the dark fragrance, there is still a clear line in her heart. At that moment, driving her, in addition to the sexual instinct, there is the strongest obsession in the depths of my heart.
For the nobility, there are many women who are willing to be sleepy by them. The aphrodisiac is that, under the influence of aphrodisiac, it is only such a simple matter to turn a woman into a slut. The reason why the dark incense is respected by the royal family is also because the beauty that is presented under its role is dominated by desire and has its own temperament.
Jian Kang’s gaze, Chen Rong, who involuntarily turned to the bird according to the human form, said: "This woman is really a crazy person, but it is worth cherishing."
Speaking of this, Jiankang Wang’s eyes are a bit confusing. He said softly:
In the past, my mother also looked at my father’s eyes like this. Unfortunately, she was never smart, so it was easy for people who were sent by the Queen to give it. I threw it into the brothel and died. The poor woman, even if she died, did not win the half pity of my father."
As a nightmare, Jiankang Wang suddenly looked up and laughed. He laughed wildly, and the newly wounded wound broke down again, and blood rushed out.
In the laughter, Jiankang suddenly sang and sang. "Suddenly in the east, suddenly in the west, the souls are opposite, when do you get the interest? When will you get the interest..."
In the high voice, he ignored Wang Hong in front of him, and ignored the blood of the neck, and swept his sleeves. The sound is still ringing.
Looking at the figure of Jiankang Wang rushing out of the distance, and the large number of guards attracted by his screams, a curtain went to Wang Hong's side and whispered, "Siluo, let's go."
Another aide also stepped forward. He arched his hand toward Wang Hong and said lowly: "Lang Jun, it is the best result."
Wang Hong nodded and looked at the direction of Jiankang Wang and slowly smiled. This smile is a bit cold.
The group turned and walked outside.
When they stepped out, the guards of the palace should spontaneously disperse and let them leave.
After a while, Wang Hong took Chen Rong on the carriage.
The carriage steadily sailed outside.
In the carriage, Chen Rongzhen was in Wang Hong’s arms, and she was still looking up at him, not looking at him for a moment. It seems that in the subconscious, she wants to see enough of this, straightforward to see the past, the future, the present and the present, all in this moment to see enough.
After Wang Hong turned his head and told the public guards a few words, he looked down at Chen Rong.
He was obsessed with Chen Rong’s eyes and his arms were tight.
Taking her thin waist and placing her gently in her arms, Wang Hong’s face pressed against her face and whispered,
Arong?

Chen Rong slammed his voice, "Well."
After hearing such a gentle response from her, Wang Hong smiled softly. He squinted at her eyebrows and said lowly, "Arong loves me?"
Chen Rong in the middle of the room, still clutching his sleeves and hearing his question, she murmured: "Love."
One word spit out, Wang Hong smiled again, this smile, brilliant.
His red lips pressed against her eyes and asked gently, "Would you like to go home with me, is it good?" To her confused eyes, he explained very gently: "Go back to the king's house, Have my king's family."
Chen Rong looked at his head, but he seemed to look at him incomprehensibly. For a while, she murmured: "Home?" Shake his head, Chen Rong smiled a bit awkward, a bit silly, "Is it a silly seven-lang? I obviously have no home."
As she smirked, she reached out and stroked Wang Hongguang's chin.
The shallots are like jade, and they move between his skin like a piano. Caressing, Chen Rong muttered: "Lang Jun is like my Qilang."
This ‘My Seven Lang’ four words came out, Wang Hong stayed, he murmured, and repeated lowly:
My seven Lang?

Chen Rong, who is confused, will answer him? He looked at him in a foolish manner, and the warm white little hand, but unconsciously, stuck his throat into his robes.
She whispered his clothes and muttered, "You are not another man, you are my seven Lang..." Chen Rong seems to be persuading himself to relax, after saying it several times, her body Obviously softened, she has been forcing her straight neck and relaxing.
In the muttering, she broke herself into his arms.
His right hand, from his robes, touched his chest. When the hot little hand touched his cold skin, Chen Rong snorted happily. She approached her face and muttered in her mouth. "He is not another man, he is Qilang... I am Qilang. ."
In the repetition of one sentence after another, Chen Rong’s face is getting red and red, and breathing is getting more and more chaotic.
Just then, her chin was tightly held.
Her faint smudges, her eyes blurred, her red lips half-baked, and the smug-sucking face were forcibly lifted by a big hand.
She is on the shackles of Wang Hong.
At this time, Wang Hong, such as Yu's handsome face, has been a little red, his right hand has just raised Chen Rong's small face, but the belt is a loose, a slippery warm hand like a snake into his lower abdomen.