Traveling through the elf palace master play the king

It was already late at night when we returned to "Wangyue Pavilion". The servants outside the pavilion resisted their drowsiness and still stood at their posts guarding the door.

Murong Mingxun turned away from them with concern and went straight to the master bedroom. They had only been apart for a few hours, but he couldn't wait to verify her existence. If his idol was not careful, she would disappear in front of him.

She was on his soft couch, wearing a moon-white underwear, and her silky black hair was scattered randomly on the pillow. He was very uneasy in his sleep, and kept muttering "No"

Qingqing is falling into a deep nightmare: Yueye looks at her with a sinister smile, Shuyu is far away from her in pain, Murong Mingxun's indifference rushes towards her, she hugs her curled up body tightly, trying to take away the dream.

Bring yourself the coldness.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Murong Mingxun wrapped his cold little hand with his palm.

"Well..." She calmed down in her sleep.

She was the only woman he wanted in his life, not because of children, not because of hatred, but simply. Why couldn't he be her only one? Murong Mingxun felt very painful in his heart. The king of that dynasty had harmed his Murong family.

, letting himself carry a heavy burden. Now the only woman he fell in love with wanted to take her away. That was something he would not allow to happen.

Murong Mingxun turned into the brocade quilt of the soft couch and hugged Qingqing's delicate body tightly.

"It hurts..., you..." Feeling the pain, Qingqing opened her eyes and suddenly felt panicked.

"I just want to hold you, don't be afraid, I won't force you." A trace of sadness flashed in Murong Mingxun's eyes.

Qingqing calmed down her nervous mood. She really thought that another battle was about to begin, which made her break into a cold sweat.

"What happened?" Qingqing asked casually.

"You really want to know, don't you? You don't care about me, but you care about the man you care about, right?" Murong Mingxun said coldly.

Qingqing raised her head and stared at this sensitive man, "Why do you ask if you know the answer?"

"You... why can't you lie to me and show your love for him unreservedly like this every time? Have you ever thought about my feelings?" Murong Mingxun looked pained, he didn't want to admit that he

Always lose to that man.

Qingqing's heart softened, and she stretched out her little hand to touch his painful face, and said softly, "Why torture yourself like this? You know that I am his wife, and this is a fact that will never change. In your hatred

"I shouldn't be there"

"But I only want you" Murong Mingxun whispered.

Qingqing smiled helplessly, "Can you give up hatred?" "No," Murong Mingxun replied.

"Then don't say that you only want me in your world, because that's all your wishful thinking, your excuse for self-comfort, I'm just a tool for your revenge, that's all." Qingqing had to hit him deeper.