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"Who is it!"

The voice of the man who had spoken earlier suddenly became stern. He looked at the trees in the corner of the garden and drew his sword. He approached step by step. When he saw the girl who had spoken earlier, he was stunned.

"What's going on?" the man asked.

Only then did the man recover from his shock and forced himself to look away. He walked out and reported in a low voice, "My prince, it was the Princess Qin that was tied up behind a tree. "It seems …"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Fuchen had already walked in. When he saw the woman behind the tree, his breathing became rough.

Several pieces of's red clothes were already torn apart by her, and the long dress covering her chest was torn off, revealing the curves of a young girl. Her unkempt black hair drooped down, covering the snow area with a black veil, half covering it, which was extremely captivating.

She was tightly tied to a tree by a vine, outlining a delicate and exquisite body. Her face was red, her eyes were blurred, and the peony flower blooming between her brows couldn't even compare to her current delicate face.

Li Fuchen acted like he was bewitched, raising her chin and calling out softly, "Ling'er."

Ever since she had taken her seat, his gaze could no longer shift away from her. He knew that she was arrogant and despotic, bullying him, but he was still attracted by her every expression and smile. This woman, was no longer the timid and cowardly Murong Ling from before. In a corner, she bloomed overnight, blossoming into a dazzling brilliance.

At that moment, he began to regret. If he had married her back then, then this extremely charming and charming woman would have been his …

After the binding vines were cut off, Murong Ling collapsed weakly, but she was still hugged by the strong arms. The elegant orchid scent assaulted her nose, making her unable to help but frown.

"Prince, when did you change the incense?"

The woman in his arms was soft and weak, limply lying in his embrace, rubbing against him in a restless manner. Li Fuchen's heart was moved, but he was hit back to his original self by her words.

He pinched her chin, his face dark. "This King has never changed incense."

At this time, Murong Ling was already being controlled by instinct, and did not notice his displeasure. She frantically grabbed at his clothes, "Prince, I'm hot, it's so hot."

Li Fuchen's rising anger was extinguished in the blink of an eye by the gentle and soft jade. His finger wandered across the woman's white and delicate skin, to his collarbone, but he didn't continue to move downwards. Instead, his gaze landed on her difficult face and he said in a low voice, "Once you call out this king's name, this king will give it to you."

The heat in Murong Ling's body was tormenting him to the point of insanity. It was not easy for a man to appear, but the result was that it kept moaning and groaning non-stop, feeling angry and wronged at the same time. She forgot to use a cultivation technique, throwing a palm at the man, "Scram! This Concubine is looking for someone else! "

Caught off guard, Li Fuchen was sent flying with a slap, heavily smashing into a tree and falling to the ground. He fell from heaven to hell, just like that.

Feeling the fire burning in her lungs, Li Fuchen's face instantly darkened. When did Murong Ling learn martial arts?

On the other side, Murong Ling who had lost all of her support, due to using her elemental energy, the fire in her body became stronger, and she immediately collapsed powerlessly.

At this moment, a hand came from the side and held her. The familiar cold scent invaded her nose, causing Murong Ling to be unable to hold back her laughter. She rubbed her cold neck with her hot cheeks and said with a soft smile, "Your highness, Li Cangmin, you finally came."