Ghost King and Concubine

Chapter 77 The Beautiful Seventh Miss [11]

She quickly sat cross-legged, trying her best to suppress the true energy.

However, she has no internal strength, and this true energy is too strong, she can't suppress it at all.

Damn it, she missed a step, because her current ability is not enough to compete with the powerful zhenqi.

At this time, the more you struggle, the faster you will die. Jiaai hastened to change his method and calm down. The calmer he is, the more he can concentrate his thoughts, the clearer the churning in his body.

She was sweating profusely, and just when she couldn't bear it anymore and fell down, a teasing voice came from behind her.

"Men are really a disaster. Look at what you have done to Miss Seven."

Jiaai's eyes opened suddenly, as if she wanted to find a straw to save her life, "Ghost King, you came at the right time, hurry up and help me."

"I won't help you." He flatly refused.

There were blue veins throbbing on Jiaai's forehead, and when he heard his words, he burst open.

"King of Ghosts, you are a hero, how can you refuse to save me, not to mention that I am still a weak woman." She froze in her original position without daring to move. expected.

After all, what she is familiar with is modern medical knowledge, not ancient...

What's more, what kind of internal strength, internal strength, she has only seen it on TV, has never practiced it, and dare not mess around, so she had to ask him for help.

"Say you are my woman, and I will help."

The ghost king suddenly became restless, he sat beside Jia Ai, his slender fingers were still stroking her face lightly, her outline was deep and charming.

His eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously, and he no longer concealed his plundering.

"..." Jiaai really didn't know what to say.

"After becoming my woman, I can't just take other men's things, or I will be jealous. What I will do when I am jealous... It all depends on my mood."

His round fingertips were full, but there were tiny calluses, and when it lingered on her face, it made her feel itchy.

"How do you know?" She was slightly shocked, "You have been in the palace all this time? Or...Feng Limo is you." Of course the latter guessed boldly.

The ghost king was stunned, "Feng Limo? The legend of the Feng Kingdom? Uh-huh, you are quite special to him. You simply drank up everything he brought."

There is a sour taste in these words.

Jia Ai curled her lips, "Are you going to help, or not?"

"What do I want to hear?"

He just nailed her current dilemma.

Jiaai stared at him, but refused to say that she was sweating all over her body, and her underwear must be soaked through. The ghost king knew it too, but he just didn't help.

"It seems that I need to let you make up your mind earlier." Ghost King said reluctantly.

"What do you want to do?"

Jia Ai's pupils tightened suddenly, and the big palm on her back lost her true energy into her body again. Her whole body was on fire, and her limbs even ached.

"Ghost, king, don't fall into my hands!"

"Speak." The ghost king was beside her, palming her back, staring at her sweaty face like watching a show.

Jia Ai twitched her lips, feeling very unwilling, but... the one who works in real time is Junjie, and one day she will get it back from the King of Ghosts.

"I am...your...woman." Gritting her teeth.

(End of this chapter)