The beauty god is forced to love every day

Murong Bo couldn't help but shrink his body and instinctively let go. He had only seen this kind of momentum in Mu Tingxiao. The moment he let go, he regretted it deeply.

Why should he be afraid of the person in front of him? He then plucked up his courage and reached out to grab Yan Qing again, but the person in front of him dodged him.

In anger, he pulled out the gun from his waist and pointed it at Yan Qing's forehead, "Come here, there is no one that I, Murong Bo, cannot get."

The same words were spoken by different people. Yan Qing felt his stomach churning. It was so disgusting.

As expected, not everyone is Mu Tingxiao. His overbearing, tyrannical and cold temperament is far superior to the person in front of him by a diameter of the earth.

His narrowed eyes were full of coldness, "What will you do if I don't agree?"

Murong Bo was enraged, and his anger took over his reason. Now he wanted to teach the person in front of him a lesson and establish his prestige in front of the beauty.

His finger pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a loud "bang" broke the originally tense and silent atmosphere.

Yi Er shouted in fear, "Boss, move to the right."

Yan Qing, who was prepared, turned his head to dodge. The bullet whizzed past his ear. He didn't expect the man in front of him to dare to shoot. There was murderous intent in his eyes.

He stepped forward at high speed, stretched out his right hand suddenly, and grabbed Murong Bo's wrist holding the gun at an extremely fast speed, and twisted it hard.

Murong Bo felt pain and his fingers loosened a little unconsciously. Yan Qing took the opportunity to grab the pistol from him.

He turned the gun around and pointed it at Murong Bo, saying coldly, "You are courting death!"

Murong Bo's face turned pale, with cold sweat on his forehead. The excitement that had previously overwhelmed him with lust was gone, and only fear remained.

This extremely cold look made him tremble all over.

But he was unwilling to beg for mercy, and he stiffened his neck and said stubbornly: "If you have the guts, shoot! When Mu Tingxiao finds out, he will make sure you die without a burial place."

Yan Qing was so angry that she laughed. How could this man be so sure that Mu Tingxiao would help him? "Do you think if I beat you to death, would Mu Tingxiao say I did a good job?"

When Murong Bo heard the sound of bullets being loaded, he was so frightened that he dared not move, and stammered, "Don't kill me..."

But at this moment, he saw Mu Tingxiao rushing over at high speed, and hope suddenly ignited in his eyes. He threatened fiercely, "You're dead."

Yan Qing certainly knew that Mu Tingxiao was behind him, but he still pulled the trigger directly. With a "bang", the bullet passed through the same position.

Looking at the pool of yellow liquid under Murong Bo's crotch, he frowned in displeasure and threw the pistol at the man.

"It's boring."

Mu Tingxiao stepped forward, his entire body enveloped in a cold aura. With every step he took, the air around him seemed to be frozen, and a ruthless curve appeared in his tightly pursed thin lips.

That tall and upright figure exudes an invisible sense of oppression, making it difficult for people to breathe, as if they would be crushed to pieces by this powerful aura in the next second.

Yan Qing turned her head to look at Mu Tingxiao, "You're here."

Rong Bo knelt down in front of Mu Tingxiao, his eyes full of hatred, "Tingxiao, this man wants to kill me, he wants to kill me, you......"

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked to the ground. He looked at Mu Tingxiao in confusion, but when he met his hawk-like sharp eyes, he shuddered and dared not say another word.

Yan Qing was also very curious about what Mu Tingxiao would do, so she smiled lightly, "Mu Tingxiao, how will you deal with me?"

Mu Tingxiao's tall body blocked Yan Qing's way, and his magnetic voice was gentle, "Qingqing, I'm sorry, I'm late."

As he spoke, he drew his gun swiftly and pointed it at Murong Bo.

Yan Qing only felt his eyes being covered by a warm big hand, and the next moment, he heard a gunshot and a cold and ruthless voice.

"Drag him away and bury him in the flower bed."

He didn't expect that Mu Tingxiao actually killed this man. Before he could think about it, his body suddenly flew into the air and was picked up by someone.

When she saw the light again, she saw Mu Tingxiao's handsome face. His smooth jawline and rolling Adam's apple made her look inexplicably erotic.

She twisted uncomfortably, put her arms around Mu Tingxiao's neck, and murmured, "Mu Tingxiao, if you were a bottom, I would really want to touch you, but what a pity!"

Although Yan Qing spoke very quietly, Mu Tingxiao heard every word and lowered his head to face Yan Qing forehead to forehead.

"Qingqing! Can't you give me a chance?"

Yan Qing was suddenly approached, and his hot breath hit his cheek, making his heart itchy and as if it was about to burst out.

He quickly turned his head away and changed the subject, "Why didn't you just ask me and kill that man directly?"

Mu Tingxiao noticed the red mole at the corner of Yan Qing's eye, which burned his body like fire, and he wanted to make her cry and beg for mercy.

The upper and lower teeth were grinding together unbearably.

I dare not watch it anymore, for fear of losing control.

"Because Qingqing is never wrong to me. He should pay the price for touching you."

When Yan Qing heard this, a complicated look appeared in his eyes. This man was really stupid. Who would always trust someone?

Apart from anything else, he himself couldn't completely trust someone.

Sincerity has always been betrayed.

He doesn't want to be the one being abandoned. He is the one who abandons others.

He responded indifferently, "Mu Tingxiao, don't make a decision too early."

Seeing that Yan Qing didn't believe him, Mu Tingxiao didn't say anything. There was still a long time to go, and he would definitely prove that what he said was true.

Yan Qing was carried back to the room by Mu Tingxiao and gently placed on the bed.

Yan Qing's thoughts were a little confused now. He didn't know what he was doing that made Mu Tingxiao take him back.

There's something wrong with your brain!

Just as he was daydreaming, the tall figure instantly enveloped him and knelt between his legs.

This posture is very dangerous!!!

His instinct told him to back off...

Before he could make the next move, he felt the handsome face suddenly enlarged in his eyes, and a gentle touch stroked his forehead.

Like a feather, it flies away as soon as it touches.

"Good night, my dear." Mu Tingxiao smiled as gentle as jade. There was no trace of extraneous desire in his clear eyes, like the most transparent blue gem.

Yan Qing couldn't help but stare in amazement. This was different from what she had imagined. Mu Tingxiao seemed even more attractive and made people unable to help but indulge in him.

He quickly shook the thought out of his mind and responded as if nothing had happened, "Good night, Mu Tingxiao."

Mu Tingxiao left Yan Qing's room without stopping.

The moment he turned his head, his blue eyes were filled with lust and possessiveness, his tongue slid across his back teeth, and his eyes were full of violence.

He returned to the room, took out a white medicine bottle, poured out all the medicine in one gulp, mixed it with sleeping pills and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it hard, as if he was grinding the bones of prey.

The crackling sound echoed in his mouth and reverberated in his ears.

My dear! I am very normal now. As long as you don't leave, I will be good.