What she didn't expect was that this Zhen Mingkuan could not be inferred by common sense at all, he seemed to be able to realize in the shortest possible time whether he was in a dream or in reality, this is a person who doesn't even believe in himself easily in a dream, she doesn't know that this emotion is called inferiority.

She originally wanted to stimulate the part of his heart of affection and desire, find the flaws in his emotions, and then control him, but the prerequisite is that he must be completely immersed in the deepest desire in his heart, who knows that Zhen Mingku, a person who has lived in inferiority and frustration since childhood, has always been frustrated with sweet dreams, and once there is too much beauty in the dream, it will immediately wake up.

But there was one thing she felt, he didn't pretend to be her desire at all. Naked and undisguised, there had never been a man whose eyes would have made her feel so panicked and frightened, this man seemed to like torturing her, seeing her sad and uncomfortable, which would make him inexplicably excited.

His wickedness had scared her into cringe, a sentiment she hadn't felt since she was six years old when she saw her parents die in front of her.

Fortunately, she withdrew in time, otherwise she would not have been at his mercy, not only could she not control him, but was played and played by him, although it was in a dream, but the feelings in the dream were more sensitive, more impressive, and more shameful than in reality.

When facing Shan Xiongxin, she can be completely calm and calm, but the man in front of her has repeatedly restrained her and made electric shocks to her, such shameless things, and when she saw him take out her mobile phone, her mood was already chaotic.

He seized on her weakness and took advantage of the situation to fight back.

Whether in reality or in fantasy, she was defeated at his hands, which made her a little unconvinced, and her self-esteem did not allow her to lose at the hands of this man.

Her hand touched the guqin again, and the tone changed, turning into horror.

……

When Zhen Mingku opened his eyes again, his mind was blank, he didn't know why he was here, he didn't know who he was, he was at a loss, in front of him was a collapsed house, surrounded by guards with torches and swords, the figure was shaking, and the fire was burning the luxurious mansion in front of him.

A little girl was holding a rag doll and hiding under the bed, afraid to speak out with fear in her eyes.

Several bandits forced a man and a woman in the room in the room, it was a handsome middle-aged scholar and a beautiful young woman, with a vague resemblance to Ling Shuang between their eyebrows.

Fierce quarrel, I couldn't hear what they were saying, only saw the bandits raised their knives and slashed at the middle-aged scholar with some annoyance, and the middle-aged scholar quickly fell in a pool of blood......

The little girl hiding under the bed was pale, and the middle-aged man who had died fell at the foot of the bed, his eyes open, a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, staring at her, with a trace of reluctance and worry about his daughter, as if he was in danger of her safety.

Her mother's struggles and cries could be heard from the bed......

Immediately afterward, the picture suddenly became blurry, and when it became clear again, the guards in the room were gone, and the young woman on the bed was dead, naked and snow-white, covered in scars and beastliness.

There was a dagger stuck in her chest, which she had inserted with both hands.

The little girl crawled out from under the bed, she looked only six years old and did not quite understand what was happening in front of her.

She pushed the man lying in a pool of blood, shouted "Daddy", turned around and climbed onto the bed, hugged the cold young woman's body, curled up in her arms and fell asleep.

Two days passed on the little girl, who stayed with her parents for two days, and on the third day, the door was pushed open, and a mighty man came in from the door, walked up to her, stretched out a big hand, picked her up, and went straight out of the room.

The little girl cried and stretched out a little hand, looked at the corpse of her father and mother who was caught in the fire, got up to a war horse at the door, and gradually moved away with a group of cavalry......

……

These scenes are like movie clips flashing quickly, intermittently, and you can only vaguely see a rough idea, and before Zhen Mingku has time to think about it carefully, the picture has become a bleak battlefield.

A little girl in her teens, dressed in black, holding a soft sword that was still dripping blood, stood in a cottage, panting slightly.

This little girl is young, but she already has the color of a city and a country between her eyebrows.

There are corpses everywhere in the cottage, and they are all killed by a sword through the throat.

She wiped the blood on the soft sword on the corpse of a thief, pulled the sword flower, wrapped it around her waist neatly, walked to a black gauze hat that fell to the ground, bent down to pick it up, tidied it up, put the hat on her head, and lit the cottage with a fire, watching the cottage burn into ashes in front of her, she turned around and rode the war horse and disappeared into the night......

……

At this time, a trace of fine sweat oozed from Ling Shuang's forehead, and the qin song became a little difficult and chaotic, she opened her eyes suddenly, gasped for breath, and stared at Zhen Mingku's face in horror.

Zhen Mingku's thoughts swam like a fish in water, unaffected, she couldn't even keep up with his thinking, she had never met a man with such strange thoughts, she couldn't figure it out at all, she controlled Shan Xiongxin, she didn't have much effort, because she knew exactly what this man wanted and what he wanted to do, but Zhen Mingku's was completely beyond her expectations.

This man is simply a cold and numb wood, fear can't scare him, the woman seduces him but he sees through it, he doesn't have the word pity in his heart, this man is a useless wife slave at all, his thoughts have been firmly controlled by his wife, and he is willing to be controlled.

One thing that shocked her even more was that this man seemed to come from a strange country, where people were dressed in strange clothes, women roamed the streets in revealing clothes, revealing white swaying thighs and breasts, not caring about the eyes of passers-by, men and women holding hands, kissing and hugging in public, showing affection, everywhere there were strange four-wheeled cars running on the road, the layers of high-rise buildings that could not be seen, and the colorful neon lights, all of which confused her......

She also saw that the orphanage where Zhen lived was demolished, and the director set fire to herself. Burn, his childhood with the girl he had a crush on, he kicked his classmates and went to jail......

She knew a lot of his secrets, and although she still didn't quite understand his origins, she knew his weaknesses.

Can you control him, in this move.

Her gesture changed, and the sound of the piano became tense and rapid, as if danger was imminent.