Jun Wuxie's eyes widened slightly, Jun Wuxian's momentum at this time was a little different from before, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, but Jun Wuxian could no longer find the smile of the past in his eyes.

"Because you pity her, you want to marry her, right? She is bent on death, what if I help you kill her, as she wishes? Jun Wuyao narrowed his eyes slightly, the hand clasped on Jun Wuxie's jaw involuntarily strained slightly, and the skin under his fingertips instantly appeared a faint red, the purple streamer in his eyes fluctuated uncontrollably, and the tense green tendons on his hands burst out, and he tried his best to suppress the surging feelings, so that he did not let himself lose his sense of proportion and strangled the thin and thin in front of him.

"I'll help you kill her, okay?" Unable to wait for Jun Wuxie's response, Jun Wuyao repeated softly, but his words had already faintly revealed the killing intent, not a joke, but that he really had killing intent.

Jun Wuxian looked at Jun Wuyao, who was a little strange in front of him, and there was no fear in his clear eyes, only a trace of doubt and incomprehension.

Seeing the incomprehension in Jun Wuxie's eyes, Jun Wuyao took a deep breath, suddenly reached out and stopped Jun Wuxie's waist, forcefully lifted her body, lowered her head, and fiercely stabilized the half-open mouth.

The kiss full of plunder and punishment squeezed the air in Jun Wuxie's chest, and the strong arms firmly fixed her small body in his arms, tightly clinging together, without the slightest gap.

Wanting to integrate her into his blood and bones, wanting to let her belong to him forever, that strong urge to deprive her of a qiē filled every cell of Jun Wuyao, and the dissatisfaction in his brain made his tense root stretch to the limit little by little, as if it could collapse at any time, making him completely out of control!

Jun Wuxian put her hand against Jun Wuyao's chest in vain, the feeling of being suppressed came so suddenly, it made her feel a little helpless, but her strength seemed so small in front of Jun Wuyao, she couldn't push it away at all.

Every inch of her mouth seemed to be contaminated with his breath, she didn't even have a chance to breathe, and the brain that was gradually deprived of oxygen kept coming from a slight throbbing, she subconsciously pulled out the silver needle from her fingertips, wanting to end this situation that made her panic, but the tip of the needle was against Jun Wuyao's neck, Jun Wuxie's tight hand suddenly relaxed, and she couldn't pierce the silver needle into his acupoint......

The cold needle tip was attached to Jun Wuyao's skin, and there was no real puncture, but with his movements, it gently rubbed his skin, and the slight stinging sensation pulled Jun Wuyao's consciousness back in an instant!

Feeling the slight tremor of the petite body in his arms, he suddenly relaxed the strength in his hand, raised his head, and slightly widened the distance between him and Jun Wuxie!

Jun Wuxie's face was already covered with a layer of redness, and the air that poured back into her chest made her choke out for a while, her face became even more ruddy, and her cold eyes choked out a piece of moisture.

Jun Wuyao half-squinted at Jun Wuxie's flushed little face, his gaze fell on her slightly red and swollen lips, he raised his hand, and his rough fingertips gently rubbed the moist lips.

"I don't allow, you marry her, whether it's Qu Lingyue or who, whether you marry or marry, it's not allowed."