Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 628 The Marshal's Ninth Wife (34)

Sang Jian suddenly raised her elbow and attacked the person behind her. The next moment, her mouth was tightly covered, and she was hugged by the waist.

Sang Jian smelled a strong smell of blood and a familiar smell, and then she calmed down and let the person come to carry her away.

Just as the two left, several people rushed in.

But after a quick glance, he made sure no one was there and left.

Huo Nanting carried Sang Jian directly to the second floor, just missing the group of people.

On the second floor, Huo Nanting found a dark corner and threw Sang Jian over there. He leaned against the wall and sat on the ground slowly, covering his wound.

"You can't wait to seek death?" Huo Nanting stared at Sang Jian with a cold gaze.

There was a faint hoarseness in his voice, and it sounded like he was seriously injured.

"Mr. Huo, we just made an appointment today to treat me like my wife. Why are you so fierce?"

Sang Jian approached Huo Nanting, because there was no light, she could only use the moonlight to feel for his wound on Huo Nanting's body.

Huo Nanting grabbed her wrist and prevented her from groping, "What are you doing?"

"See if you will die." Sang Jian forcibly pulled his wrist out, and continued to grope on him.

Perhaps it was the reason why Huo Nanting had lost too much blood and had no strength in his body, but Sang Jian broke free easily.

Huo Nanting's face was gloomy, "Don't worry, I will let my little wife be buried with me before I die, hiss~"

Huo Nanting hadn't finished speaking when Sang Jian touched his first wound with a small hand, and he took a deep breath because of the pain.

Sang Jian sneered, "Do you know it hurts? It is said that people who are about to die say good things. I think Mr. Huo is about to die, but his words are getting worse and worse!"

"See you! Hiss~" Huo Nanting gritted his teeth.

Sang Jian touched his second wound.

"It seems that not only the words are ugly, but also the words have changed a lot. It is because you know that you will not be able to speak after you are about to die. Do you want to use this time to say a few more words?"

Huo Nanting: "..."

He was just angry that this little brat was doing nothing here!
In terms of ugly words, she must be ugly!
However, Huo Nanting frowned as if remembering something, "How did you find this place? And how did you know something happened to me?"

Huo Nanting always felt that he shouldn't die at such a time. Although he was deceived, he would definitely be able to escape.

He had thought that someone would come to save him, but he didn't expect that Sang Jian would be the first to see him!
He was hiding in this building just now, watching every move of Sang Jian downstairs.

Instead of screaming in fear, she calmly searched her body first, found the weapon and then hid.

Is this really just a 13-year-old girl?

"If I say that this is telepathy, would you believe it?" Sang Jian touched Huo Nanting from top to bottom.

It was found that he had injuries on his waist, thighs, and arms.

The whole person is almost useless.

"Tch." Huo Nanting snorted coldly, obviously amused by Sang Jian's answer.

"Since you don't believe me, don't ask so many questions."

Sang Jian tore off a few strips of her tutu skirt from the bottom, and helped Huo Nanting to bandage the wound.

When wrapping around his waist, Sang saw that the whole person was almost lying in his arms,

Huo Nanting leaned against the wall, his eyes flashed slightly, and suddenly he reached out and hugged her into his arms.

He whispered: "I believe it."

Telepathy?
It sounded outrageous, but he believed it.

(End of this chapter)