Chapter 317

Under the strong medicine, Mei Chenxiang's breath is extremely crazy, which ignites the man's bath fire and burns the last bit of reason.

"It can't be you!" Mu Ning Fu blushed, but her tears ran down. "I'm the daughter of Nu Kang and Shang Xiang. Don't you understand?"

Night, silence.

As the boat moved forward, the mountains on both sides were dark, and the girl's voice was particularly beautiful at night.

"I am Nu Kang's daughter!" Muringfu cried and cried, rolling on the deck, avoiding King's presence.

"Nukang killed Zhao Xingde and Jun Xiaoyan. If you hate nukang and Shangxiang, you should also hate me! I have the blood of a drug dealer in my bones. I am unclean! You shouldn't touch me! You and I are destined to have a deep blood feud in my life

"I don't care!" Jun Lin Tian held her shoulder tightly, wiped her tears, looked at her eyes, and said, "whose daughter are you? It doesn't matter. I just want you, I only love you!"

It doesn't matter whose daughter you are. I just want you, I only love you! The words are pearls, which resound from the high mountains in the waters of jiulongling.

"No! ——”Mu Ning Fu wailed and burst out a loud cry, raised his hand and pulled Jun Lin Tian, "you go! I don't want you to pity me! We can't...

without saying a word, Jun Lintian has already kissed her.

Don't.. Mu Ningfu is full of sorrow and sealed by a man with a kiss.

Fu'er, on the Mekong River, in the mother river where we meet, I want you, now I want you!

On the deck, Jun Lin Tian pressed Mu Ning Fu, and the girl's two wrists were handcuffed by a man holding his head above his head.

The man kisses her neck, and murinkov looks up to stop.

She only felt that the medicine in her body had burned the bath fire which destroyed the heaven and earth, but she was still struggling with death at the moment.

"No, Jun Lin Tian... Why you?" Mu Ningfu cried and cried, sadly, "we can't...

" because you can only be me The man can't help but pick her up, cross legs hanging in the waist, into the cabin.

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the purple brown sky reflected the heavy river, and the boat was moving soundlessly on the river. All around were quiet and the mountain shadows were whirling.

The Mekong River on a summer night is dry, hot, humid, just like the cabin at this moment.

The glass window was covered with a layer of white fog. A thin hand hit the glass window with a "slap" sound, and gradually slipped down, dragging down the wet water mark.

Mu Ning Fu at the moment is not a trace, the whole body is sweating, the man is also, confused slightly drunk low breath, such as bamboo chaos ear. The man took one of her ankles and lifted it up.

The rose petals fall on the king Lin's big body, and the red splash fills the sigh of the night.

The Mekong River, the rich river, is a pretty woman in itself, just like her.

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