Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come and Hug

Chapter 933 Stretch out, want to hug (78)

But she is not as naughty as she was when she was a child, she didn't make any mistakes, and he couldn't even pick out the faults.

Gu Ao had no choice but to nitpick, and finally found a chance to attack.

When the other disciples were cultivating, he was very angry with Yun Fan: "Gu Yunmiao, your senior brothers are all studying hard, what are you talking about standing here alone! I am so disappointed that you are so unmotivated. Go to the dark room and reflect on yourself."

A group of disciples immediately put down what they were holding. In their opinion, there was nothing wrong with the junior sister. The master had been too strict with the junior sister recently.

Some disciples began to intercede: "Master, my junior sister finished the part of today's practice this morning, and now I am here just because some disciples want to ask her for advice."

He didn't lie, they thought they were hardworking enough.

However, every time I wake up in the morning, I can always see Yun Fanfan practicing sword outside.

The junior sister has worked so hard, and the master scolded her, which is really unreasonable.

Seeing that Gu Ao still had a tense face, the other disciples whispered: "Master, you injured the little junior sister a few days ago. She may not be fully recovered now. If you let her go to the darkroom."

Gu Ao did not expect that this group of disciples, who usually dare not disobey him, would join forces to oppose him today.

Jian Yunfan stood there obediently, with a confused expression on his face.

It was as if she hadn't made a mistake and didn't know where it was.

Gu Ao's face was ashen, and he didn't speak for a long time.

When he left, Yun Fanfan felt a devilish energy in him again.

It's not pure magic energy, it's like rotten flesh and blood.

She was already sure of what Gu Ao had done.

Shen Jing had no idea how she spent these days.

He refused to meet other people, locked himself in the palace, and drank nothing but drink.

However, the more he drank, the more he became sober. He had never hated himself so much for a moment, and he didn't even have the right to get drunk.

After becoming a demon king, he never had a dream, not even dreaming about her.

Nowadays, getting drunk has become a luxury.

The palace door was pushed open, and the maids stood up quickly when they heard the sound.

The king had been alone for so long, and now he finally came out, and was about to ask him if he wanted to prepare some meals, but only saw a red figure flash past.

The hem of his clothes dragged across the ground like fiery red clouds.

Shen Jing staggered out, still holding a jar of wine in his hand.

The maids didn't dare to stop him, so they could only follow him forward.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Jing finally stopped.

He looked ahead, and the lips moistened by the wine finally had some curvature.

The light gray pupils also changed from dull to radiant, like flames flickering in them.

The palace in front of me is magnificent, no less than the king's palace. This is where the little princess lives.

There was a bang, the sound of the wine jar falling to the ground and shattering, the wine slowly flowed from the shards, meandering to Shen Jing's feet, wetting Shen Jing's clothes.

Shen Jing didn't wear shoes, and after feeling the cold soles of his feet, he lowered his head.

A panicked look immediately appeared on his face.

His neck showed a strange arc, like a puppet, frozen in place.

Shen Jing's slender eyelashes trembled, and she knelt down on the ground, pushing away the fragments. The sharp edges of the fragments scratched her palm, but he didn't care. He just pinched the hem of the clothes and said in a low voice, "The clothes are dirty."

(End of this chapter)