You Are My Rare Passion

Yinwu frowned.

Hearing that little Fuzi call him His Highness, he must be a certain prince from the Tianyu Dynasty. I never expected that the Tianyu Dynasty would have such a shameless prince!

Yinwu didn't waste any words. She pointed at the naked man and said, "Make a price, he... I want it!"

Jing Lan Yujin looked at her up and down, then suddenly smiled, "What? Miss, do you think I am a man who is short of money?"

Yinwu also smiled. She flipped her wrist and there was a dagger in her palm. As fast as a flash of light, the rope between the man's neck was cut off. She grabbed the naked man's arm and pulled it back to protect her. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "He...I'm going to make a decision today! How about it?"

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Jing Lan Yujin was not annoyed and gave a high-five. He was dressed elegantly and luxuriously, but his eyebrows were full of carelessness and evil. "I just suddenly thought of a good idea. There is nothing new about having a male slave pull a cart. , if we add another female slave, it will be much more interesting!"

Yinwu smiled coldly, as bright as a newly blooming plum blossom.

Although her face was smeared with ginger juice, which concealed some of her beautiful and fragrant appearance, her clear and beautiful outline was still shockingly delicate.

There are also those bright eyes, as clear as autumn water and as bright as stars, as if they have been soaked in cold water for thousands of years. Although they are cold, they are refreshing and moving.

Jinglan Yujin's heart moved and she looked at her carefully.

Sure enough, her little hand holding the dagger was as slender as jade, and her green-white fingertips were so tender that they were almost transparent. How could there be any trace of the charred color on her face?

This woman has changed her appearance!

With this thought in his mind, Jinglan Yujin's chest suddenly felt as if a pot of boiling water had boiled, and it was extremely hot.

This woman's hands are as slender as jade, her eyes are as bright as stars, her beautiful pink mouth is charming, from her chin to her neck there is a delicate and alluring curve like a flowing spring, and she has a slender waist that can be held with only one hand. Just looking at it makes her heart itch. Amazing, if she took off her disguise, what kind of charming face would she look like?

Jinglan Yujin loves beauties more than country. He has countless singers and dancers in his house. Collecting beauties is his greatest pleasure in life. Now that he has met Yinnu, how can he miss it?

He waved his hand, and several black shadows surrounded Yinnu like ghosts. His eyes wandered over Yinnu, and his tone was extremely frivolous, "Bring this beauty to your Highness, don't hurt her. Your Highness wants her to serve you tonight." !”

Yinwu sneered, her inner strength condensed at her fingertips, and the invisible sword energy could be unleashed at any time.

Recently, her internal strength has increased greatly, and she was about to test how far her invisible sword energy can be used. By chance, this unlucky guy bumped into the door, and she was not polite!

At the moment when the swords were at war, a clear voice came through the air, as cold as floating ice hitting each other in a cold pond in winter, "Your Highness, you are blocking my way!"

Yinwu turned around, and saw Gong Zhenyu in a spotless snow-white brocade robe, sitting high on a horse. His cold gaze spread all over the sky, covering her and Jinglan Yujin. His gaze was so cold that there was no trace of temperature fluctuation.

Although Jinglan Yujin was the sixth prince of Tianyu, he did not want to offend the murderous evil god Ma Ma. The color in his eyes changed and he smiled evilly: "Make way for King Xinbei now!"

He waved his hand to signal his men to give way. Yinwu took the opportunity to grab the male slave and left. How could Jinglan Yujin let her go? He waved his hand to signal his men to chase him.

Yinwu glanced at Gong Zhenyu who was sitting on the horse indifferently. She rolled her eyes and raised her hand to throw the dagger at Gong Zhenyu's horse. She used it skillfully and only scratched a layer of the horse's skin. But he still couldn't bear the pain, and he went crazy with a long hiss.