She stepped on high heels, walked through the garden, and entered the main building in the glow of street lamps.

Taking the elevator to the third floor, Zhu Rong took off her coat, untied her bun, kicked off her high heels, and walked through the bedroom with bare, white and delicate feet to the cloakroom.

What hangs in the cloakroom is not clothes, but whips, handcuffs, and various plugs.

Zhu Rong picked out a black leather whip, sprayed it with chili oil, caressed the whip with green fingers, a sickly smile appeared on her charming face.

She needs to whip the young man and vent her anger and depression.

After Chi Yue'an was silenced, she knew that once the case was determined, it would be difficult to implicate herself. Sure enough, although the Five Elements League's punishment was severe, it would not hurt the bones.

But Zhu Rong was still not reconciled.

She didn't want to let Yuanshi Tianzun go just like this. In the past few days, she knew very clearly that she wanted Yuanshi Tianzun both psychologically and physically.

That young man was as stunning and talented as the Demon Lord, and as shameless as the Demon Lord.

The only difference is that the Demon Lord is more evil than him.

She saw the shadow of the Demon Lord in Yuanshi Tianzun.

Based on this alone, she will not let Yuanshi Tianzun go.

Zhu Rong unscrewed the lipstick and put it on her lips, her flaming red lips curled up: "You will be mine sooner or later, Yuanshi Tianzun"

She returned to the bedroom with the whip in her hand, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she stared straight at the single sofa by the window.

There was a fiery figure there.

The uninvited guest was wearing a Song Dynasty-style long skirt with complex and exquisite cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread on the chest and sleeves, and a half silver mask.

She was leaning lazily on the sofa with her legs crossed, and her eyes under the mask looked at Zhu Rong coldly, like a queen sitting on the throne, examining her courtiers without emotion.

"Who are you!"

Zhu Rong shouted sharply.

As soon as the words fell, before she could take out the props, before she shouted out the enemy attack, red lines sprang out from behind the woman in the red skirt, winding away, like bright red rivers, they bound Zhu Rong's hands and feet, and lifted her in the air .

"If you're smart enough, you know it's best to keep quiet right now."

The woman in the red skirt said lightly.

"Commander."

The moment she saw the red line, Zhu Rong opened her eyes wide, her face full of horror and astonishment.

"Zhu's family and Xie's family are very few in command. You are not from the two families. Who are you?" Zhu Rong completely gave up the idea of ??resistance. In front of Siming, her life is like an ant.

The woman in the red dress giggled and said:

"Don't you still have the Chu family? Speaking of which, our two families are still family friends, so I have to call you sister."

"You are the master of the Killing Palace!" The corresponding information immediately appeared in Zhu Rong's mind.

She frowned and said, "If you're looking for the Zhu family, then you should go see my brother. If you're looking for me, sorry, I don't know you."

Palace Mistress Zhisha stood up slowly, her dress slipped down like water, she walked towards Zhu Rong with bare feet, and said with a smile: JrNovels.com