I Give a Golden Knife to My Mortal Enemy

Before being granted marriage to Xie Wujiu, Shen Zhihan thought that she and Xie Wujiu would live forever. There is no other reason. Xie Wujiu is a completely mad dog. Although he looks like a good girl and Xiao Su is clear, his mind is dark and twisted. If you have a Guanyin face, everything you do is a Rakshasa thing. And of course she is not a good person. The world ridicules her for standing in the court as a woman, being domineering and playing tricks of power. Xie Wujiu and her mad dog fought against each other, often breaking each other's tendons and bones because of their conflicting political opinions. Unexpectedly, since the two got married, Xie Wujiu began to be restrained, submissive, and extremely devoted to her. He was afraid of making her angry even if he acted coquettishly, and he didn't even dare to admit that he loved her. In the meandering pool of blood, he knelt down on one knee and very sincerely wiped the blood that had accidentally stained the hem of her skirt. Those eyes are always bright red at the end, filled with bright light and undisguised greed and desire. He kissed her fingertips and coaxed her in his gentlest voice. "Sister, I don't want you to be with him. I want to kill someone, but I'm afraid you'll be unhappy, so I hold back." "For the sake of being so good, can you just look at me alone?" "I'm not good at anything, but at least my body looks pretty good." * The red candles flickered and the lights were lingering. Xie Wujiu took off his clothes halfway to his waist, revealing his fair and thin waist, and his thin red chest heaving, unable to restrain his trembling under the gaze of his loved one. To Xie Wujiu, Shen Zhihan was the snow in the sky, while he was the mud beneath his feet. She was too complete, but he was incomplete. Under his empty clothes was all his unworthiness, unwillingness, and unworthiness, but apart from this skin, there was nothing about him that could attract her. He just didn't want to let go, he wanted to sink with her, even if he had to open his bloody wounds over and over again, he would never tire of it. Tp: The male protagonist is a real eunuch, but he didn't grow up since he was a child. He only developed Adam's apple when he was about 16 years old, and his development is normal. Double c double clean Super low-level tactics cannot withstand repeated scrutiny. Beat me, not the character (slip and kneel) ——————————————— Received in advance For Nan Sheng, the three words Ying and Qing represent unparalleled, invincible, incomparable and invincible. His writing skills and policy theory are self-taught without a teacher; his riding and shooting skills are impressive. Everyone under her is mediocre. But for Ying Yuqing himself, it was boring, uninteresting and careless. When she stabbed the sword into the throat of the enemy general she liked, she looked at the dull gray sky. She thought that such a beautiful and energetic person should be filled with glowing light when he died. But there was nothing. Sure enough, everything was boring. And when the former crown prince resigned, the emperor wanted her to become the crown prince's new teacher. Her gaze passed over the proud man and landed on the useless fifth prince in the corner. The young man is timid and has low self-esteem. He is so kind and gentle that it even makes people feel a little pitiful, but he is actually stunningly beautiful. He looked at her secretly, curious but uncontrollably afraid of her. She thought, how interesting it would be to put such a person on the throne and make the most noble person in the world rely on her to the point of drinking poison to quench his thirst. Ying Yuqing's deathly heart began to beat. * For Ning Siheng, the words "Ying and Qing" carry the softness of a girl's embrace and the fragrance of hair; but they are also mixed with the belated spicy burning pain after the sandalwood ruler is raised. He would rest on her lap and feel her warm fingertips running through his hair, gently soothing all his anxieties and fears over and over again. He would also kneel at her feet and let her leave stern traces of admonishment on his palms, cheeks and even more intimate places. She is his teacher, accomplice, the person he fears most, the person he loves most, and the only person he has. Everyone said that the emperor relied too much on his grand master and would die if he left him. He does. Ning Siheng felt that Ying and Qing were equally dependent on this relationship. But is she dependent on him as a person? At least to the point of killing it. Ning Siheng didn't know. But there will never be a more obedient student, pet, lover or monarch in the world than him. Purpose: You have to be yourself first