Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

I was so naive.

This Han Yingze may seem gentle and harmless, but what he's actually up to is quite clear.

What should we do now?!

Ji Qingyou pulled a blanket off the bed and threw it on the floor.

When I first started cultivating, it's no wonder I always felt that my cultivation speed was very fast and that I was absorbing a lot of spiritual energy.

However, I felt physically weak.

This feeling of weakness made one feel somewhat powerless.

Cultivating on the ground at this moment, however, no longer evoked that feeling.

After cultivating for a while, I finally put the feeling of emptiness in my body out of my mind, and it was quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness.

Once her body felt completely uncomfortable, she stopped cultivating. This hall was truly eerie.

She didn't know if she would ever feel that way again.

I opened the palace door and went outside; it was empty, not a soul in sight.

She walked outside, but there was no one there. She stood on the veranda.

Looking at the snow scene outside.

Perhaps because of the snow-covered landscape, the moonlight seemed to illuminate the entire world, making it appear even brighter.

Seeing this, her heart gradually calmed down.

Once you're in this storyline, your heart is constantly on edge; you can never relax.

This godforsaken place is fraught with danger.

It seems that everyone has a purpose.

She doesn't know who she can trust.

Fortunately, she didn't believe anyone.

Although she knew nothing, she deeply sensed that the original owner must have had a very tragic life at the beginning.

After all, possessing these abilities, a simpler person would be completely under their control.

Everything that will happen is predictable.

Thinking about all this, Ji Qingyou felt a chill run through her heart.

"Why are you out alone?!"

A gentle voice came from behind me.

Ji Qingyou didn't turn around, but she already guessed who it was.

At this point, besides Han Yingze, who else could appear so quietly?

"There's a foul smell inside the hall, so I came out for some fresh air!"

Ji Qingyou smiled slightly, her eyes showing no extra emotion.

She glanced at Han Yingze; his expression was normal, and his complexion was rosy and radiant—there was nothing wrong with him at all.

He had already damaged the formation; there was no way he wouldn't suffer a backlash. He really was just pretending to be calm and collected.

"There's a smell? What's wrong?"

Han Yingze asked with concern.

"It was my fault for accidentally destroying a soft couch! It was my own fault!"

Ji Qingyou lowered her head, looking a little embarrassed, with a shy expression on her face.

Han Yingze looked at Ji Qingyou's expression, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

However, this light was fleeting, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"I'll have someone change your couch to a softer one!"

Han Yingze spoke gently as he prepared to go look for the person.

"No need, Your Majesty. Just give me another room!"

Ji Qingyou said.

Upon hearing her say she wanted to change rooms, Han Yingze, who had just turned away from his anger, suddenly showed a flash of anger on his face.

But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

"Let's change to a soft couch. You are a goddess, and this room is more suitable for you."