Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

Seeing me walking ashore step by step, Su Han moved the corner of his mouth, retracted the nail of his right hand, and then stretched it towards me.

"Woman, you really can't help but look at it for a minute. I've only been away for how long, and you made yourself look like this?"

I blushed and lowered my head not to look at him. There was still someone's mark on my neck, as long as I wasn't blind, I could see it.

Sure enough, behind him, there was another coughing and gasping sound.

"Come."

Su Han glanced back at them, the corners of his mouth bloomed brighter and brighter, I was led by him to walk through the crowd, and I successfully reaped some envy and envy.

When everyone saw him leaving, they immediately followed, and Qinghe and Caixia on the ground were escorted into the hall together.

Although it's not too cold here, it's not pleasant to be stared at by everyone, especially the two young women. The skin of the daughter's family can't be easily seen by others.

Although he didn't suffer any flesh and blood, the plunder in his eyes was no better than flesh and blood.

That look of disgust and contempt was like a sharp sword piercing their hearts, bit by bit tearing apart their pride and tearing apart their minds.

Su Han hugged me in his arms, and his fingers moved around my neck, bringing a piece of ice cold everywhere he went.

I struggled to move, but I heard him whisper in my ear: "Don't move if you don't want to be accused of hooking up."

Sure enough, besides the women in Su Han's palace, there were several Hades standing in the hall, all of them looked interested in watching the show.

Su Han glanced at the two trembling women, raised his head and said to them: "You guys are still not leaving, but you want me to send these two sluts to you?"

King Taishan and King Pingping smiled at each other, took a few steps back at the same time, clasped their fists together and said, "No, we just came here to see if there is any need for help. Since my wife is fine, then we will leave first."

"Oh? Won't you stay for a meeting?" Su Han raised his eyebrows, his face full of amusement.

King Taishan was a rough guy, he didn't care about his image, he just waved his hands and ran away: "No, no, I remembered that the tree in my yard fell down, I have to go back and look at the tree."

"Yes, yes, I have to help Lao Ba, so I will take my leave first."

King Equality took the opportunity and ran out with King Taishan.

Su Han didn't stop, the smile on his face was even bigger, one hand gently hugged me, and the other hand took out his never-to-be-closed fan.

"Qinghe, tell me, what do you think?"

Suddenly being called, Qing He shivered, regained his senses, looked up at the man on the high seat, and said respectfully: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Su Leng snorted, and saw a purple awn flowing out from his fingertips. Before he could see what happened, there was already a blood hole on Qinghe's calf, emitting lavender smoke.

Qing He's body was crooked, but he didn't fall directly, biting his lips tightly with his teeth, and didn't speak.

"Master, this woman of unknown origin is obviously the one who killed herself, so she doesn't care about our sisters!" Caixia who was on the side couldn't see it, and suddenly stood up.

Su Han's beautiful eyebrows were twisted into a thin line: "Huh? So you blame Madam? Why don't I remember that I told you to take Madam to Lingquan?"

"I"

"It seems that this king is really pampering you too much." Su Han's face flashed a look of helplessness, and suddenly walked in front of Caixia, gently stroking her chin with one hand, but there was nothing in his seemingly gentle eyes. A little camaraderie.

As soon as Caixia's body moved, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks, dripping silently to the ground.

"What can I say?"

The air-conditioning radiated from the man's body, and the tall figure was stretched under the illumination of the night pearl.

He let go of Caixia, turned around and walked towards Qinghe who was beside him.

The emerald green fan touched the woman's face lightly.

"Qinghe, she is ignorant, so are you ignorant?"

Qing He was startled, looked up at the man he had been with him for thousands of years, and then at me on the throne, the grievance in his heart became more and more irresistible, a hint of helplessness appeared on that stubborn little face.

"No matter how sensible Qinghe is, he can't ignore his husband and spoil another woman."

As she spoke, a hint of sternness flashed in her eyes: "And she is such a woman with unknown origins and no sense of discipline!"

"What did you say?"

Black air billowed, and Su Han's anger that had subsided just now lingered around him again, and there were black spots of light in those lavender eyes.

"What did I say? Isn't the mark on the neck obvious? Husband thinks that if you cover it up, it really doesn't exist?
"Good, good!"

Su Han laughed back angrily, although what this woman said was good, but a man couldn't stand being slapped in the face in front of so many people.

"I didn't know you were so smart!"

The ghost-like voice spit out from his mouth, and the entire hall fell into a state of depression.

"I'm just telling the truth, husband! She doesn't love you! Why can't you see it!"

"Then you love me?" Su Han smiled and shook off her holding her hand.

Qinghe, who lost her center of gravity, staggered forward, trying to grab something, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get within one meter of Su Han.

"Of course I love you!" There were blood-red tears in the corners of her eyes, her tender skin was flushed from kneeling for a long time, and blood oozed from time to time during the constant friction. Rows of red flowers fell on the floor.

"Love me? But I don't love you!"

Su Han smiled and waved to the side, and soon two women in palace costumes ran over, kneeling in front of him respectfully.

"Since you can't recognize your own position, then reflect on it carefully. I won't kill you for the sake of Madam's safety. Come and send Qinghe to the 19th floor of purgatory."

Isn't there only eighteen floors in hell?I looked at them puzzled, but no one could give me an answer.

Su Han laughed, ignoring Qing He who was already stupid on the ground.

"What about you? Do you love me too?" The man continued to talk to Caixia.

Caixia lowered her head, looking at the bloodstains on the ground in horror, her palms were pierced by her nails at some point.

After hesitating for a long time, he hummed: "I don't love you."

"Hmm." Su Han narrowed his eyes, looking at the little face that was pale from nervousness.

"Oh, if that's the case, then you should die!"

"Don't!" Caixia stared at him in horror, watching the poisonous nails insert into her limbs bit by bit, trying to struggle, but found that she couldn't even breathe.

Although she didn't stay with Su Han for a long time, she had seen Su Han's nails before. As long as they were inserted into the body, would there be a way out?
It's just that she didn't understand until she died, why sister Qinghe was sent to the nineteenth level of purgatory when she said she loved, and she couldn't even leave a whole body if she didn't love her.

"Since you don't love me, then I can't keep you!"

The originally plump body was drained of vitality in an instant, and the delicate flowers withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I didn't know what to say, let alone whether I should stop it.

When the rosy clouds turned into a puddle of powder, Su Han finally withdrew his hand, and after the servants cleaned it up for him, he walked towards me contentedly.

His palm is still warm, passing over my face without leaving a trace.

I was wrapped in my arms, this feeling is both familiar and strange.

"Anzhi, did it scare you?"

At some point, there were only the two of us left in the entire hall, and Su Han's voice seemed very gloomy in this empty space.

"No." I replied in a low voice, perhaps from the day those women chose to follow Su Han, this result was already doomed.

The man in front of him could even disregard his own life, so how could he care about them?

I suddenly remembered a poem.

Since ancient times, there has been no hatred for passion, and passion has always been annoyed by ruthlessness.
There was a lot of intentions and patience last night, but ruthlessness is so light tonight.
Passionate but always seems to be ruthless, but I feel that I can't laugh in front of my respect.

If they were not emotional at the beginning, I am afraid that today's scene will not happen, but how many people can be truly ruthless and desireless.

Just like the love hymn handed down from generation to generation, wasn’t it also written by Tsangyang Gyatso?A monk and lama has feelings in his heart, so what about us.

"Xiao Anzhi, why didn't you play your cards according to the routine? Shouldn't you be very scared, then hide in your arms, or question me?" Su Han looked at me helplessly, rubbing his face against my face Pinch up.

I reached out and slapped his paws off, and said angrily, "Is there any difference between me like that and them?"

"That's right!" Su Han tilted his head and nodded in agreement, but the anger in his eyes was still rolling, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This time he didn't let go of my hand, but personally led me to the top floor of Linlang Pavilion.

The rare treasures I imagined did not appear, there was only a huge and incomparable bed, which seemed to be made of jade, and it felt cool to the touch. Just as I was about to sit down, his hand blocked the front.

"The ten-thousand-year ice jade is too cold, you can't sit while you're pregnant with a child."

"Then where should I sleep?" I looked at him and tossed around, and I was a little tired at the moment.

Especially the two legs and hip bones were extremely sore from being tortured by Qin Luo. Just now, they could only hold on in front of others. At this moment, there is no need to pretend at all, and the whole person's state is relaxed.

I just feel that it is so difficult for me to move my legs.

"Of course you slept with me." Su Han's face flashed a trace of ambiguity, and with a wave of his hand, the jade bed in front of him disappeared, and an ancient softness appeared.

It is square in shape, covered with purple brocade, and is of excellent workmanship.

Before I had time to praise, Su Han had already laid down, held me in his arms, and covered me with a quilt.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, but I was a little confused.

Just when I wanted to resist, I only felt a heat in my buttocks.

Su Han's slightly hoarse voice sounded in my ears: "Woman, don't move around, or I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to you!"