Ghost King and Concubine

Chapter 243 Cocooning When You Bind Yourself [8]

Although the holy lady cursed those night watchmen in her heart, she didn't know that those people had received the emperor's secret order that tonight's night watchman would not pass through the Linghua Tower.

The emperor condoned Jia Ai's behavior tonight.

Others might not be able to figure it out, but the guards who were about to personally witness Duan Jiaai punishing the Holy Aunt really understood that no matter how loud the Holy Aunt screamed, no one stepped in here, which is enough to explain everything.

They belatedly figured it out.

They understood, but how could Jiaai not understand.

Tonight, regardless of Fu Mu Changqing's acquiescence, she will pay for the sins of the Holy Aunt.

She stretched out her hand and pulled away the belt around the saint's waist, and bound the saint to the chair neatly and quickly.

"Damn girl, what on earth do you want to do, come, come..." No matter how the saint shouted, the only response to her was black soup boiling on the stove.

She swallowed her saliva and stared at her, she didn't believe it, she didn't believe that she would fall into Duan Jiaai's hands, what on earth did she want to do to herself?
That kind of bottomless fear made her tremble.

Will she die?No, she can't die, she doesn't want to die yet!
"Duan Jiaai... No, my niece, I'm your aunt. How could you treat your own aunt like this? Come on, you tied up your aunt so painfully, let me go..."

The usual family card was played again. In order to get out of the current predicament, Aunt Sheng didn't mind such an inconsistent attitude.

Jia Ai ignored her and just walked to the big pot of soup.

Her hands had already put on the gloves Feng Limo left her at some point, with a relaxed expression, she was stirring the contents of the pot wantonly.

Occasionally, she teased the jumping creatures with the spoon, with a faint smile on her face...

If it wasn't for the terrible soup that was rolling out of the pot of soup, her expression would be as relaxed as stirring ordinary soup...

The holy aunt saw that she was cold, although she was smiling, but her whole body was full of bloodthirsty ruthlessness...

The holy aunt's eyes were filled with tears.

That's... real fear.

The whites of her eyes were even bloodshot because of this, and she was extremely frightened.

Duan Jiaai...how is she going to deal with her?

Why, looking at her fiery red back at this moment, she couldn't scold, she couldn't make a sound, she couldn't even utter the words of begging for mercy...

Jiaai scooped up a spoonful of black potion and put it on the lips of the holy aunt, "Auntie, such delicious Jiayao, I should honor you first..."

The holy lady's eyes widened, there was no hatred in her eyes, only boundless fear.

She shook her head violently, the spoon fell because of her action, and a spoonful of sewage wet her yellow skirt.

A stain.

Jia Ai lowered her eyes, with a cold glint of displeasure.

"It seems that one spoonful is too little, and my aunt is not happy...forget it." Jia Ai sighed helplessly, "In this case, as a nephew, I should make my aunt happy ..."

Immediately, her eyes turned cold, and suddenly there was a dagger in her hand. Under the afterglow of the fire, the peak of the knife shone with a cold light.

"What on earth are you going to do..." The holy lady was terrified to the extreme, especially when the knife was only one centimeter away from her face, she was terrified and her whole body stiffened.

She didn't dare to move, and she didn't even dare to breathe too hard. She watched the knife slowly move up to her eyes, and there was only a few millimeters of rejection left...

(End of this chapter)