After a moment of panic, Feng Jiuer hurriedly climbed out of bed.
Zhan Qingcheng stood beside the bed, looking down at her like a god.
The pearly light of the night pearl fell on him, and a tall shadow enveloped Feng Jiuer's body.
The imposing manner of the Ninth Prince can easily give people an indescribable sense of oppression.
Feng Jiuer tried hard to stay calm: "Uncle Nine Emperors, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly."
The man didn't react at all, but after staring at her for a moment, he suddenly leaned closer.
The chilly feeling, as he came closer, enveloped her completely in an instant.
Feng Jiuer finally believed that what he just said was definitely not a joke.
The moment Zhan Qingcheng approached, she suddenly waved out her palm.
The palm wind didn't bring much force, I just hoped that by avoiding this palm, he would give her a chance to escape from the bed.
Unexpectedly, the opponent did not pay attention to the palm he struck.
She landed a palm on his chest, and the palm wind, which contained at least three points of skill, was like a stone sinking into the ocean, unable to hit even a single wave.
When the attack failed, Feng Jiuer formed a palm with her left hand and immediately struck at Zhan Qingcheng's shoulder.
As long as the Ninth Prince is willing to turn aside, she can take advantage of his turning side to escape from him.
But this time, Jiu'er's plan failed.
That palm struck his shoulder, Zhan Qingcheng didn't even frown, he just looked at her indifferently.
Jiu'er himself, on the other hand, felt a faint pain from his palm being split.
This guy's body is like an iron wall, indestructible. It's so terrifying!
"What else can you do?" The man's eyes were as indifferent as ever, without any ripples in his eyes.
Feng Jiuer bit her lip, feeling unwilling.
She is a descendant of the world of ancient martial arts. Every time her family has a martial arts competition, she can at least get the top three positions.
However, such skills are useless in front of the man in front of me!
Is he too strong, or has she become weaker after traveling through time?
Zhan Qingcheng suddenly pulled open his bathrobe, and Jiuer immediately turned away and looked away: "What do you want to do?"
This time, he didn't even bother to say a word in response. He waved his big palm and grabbed her wrist.
Feng Jiuer frowned and subconsciously raised her hand to strike at his tiger's mouth.
But he just waved his hand gently, and she was immediately rolled over and lying on the bed.
"Uncle Nine Emperors!"
The pulse gate of her wrist was suddenly tightened by him.
"I only have good moves, but unfortunately my internal strength is too weak!"
"That's because of this body..." Feng Jiuer looked unconvinced, but she still bit her lip in time to stop herself from talking.
If it weren't for this fragile body, she wouldn't be able to survive even half a move under his hands?
However, the Ninth Prince's force value is too terrifying, so it's normal that she can't defeat him.
She has never met anyone in the world who can beat him.
Even the most powerful elder of their Guwu family might not be able to survive five moves under the hands of the Ninth Prince!
Suddenly, there seemed to be a warm breath, slowly pouring in through Zhan Qingcheng's fingertips that held her pulse.
Feng Jiuer opened her beautiful eyes and was shocked: "Uncle Nine Emperors, you..."
He didn't speak, but Feng Jiuer's consciousness began to become a little confused because of this warm breath.
The Ninth Prince's Qi was so powerful that she couldn't bear it for a while.
When the true energy was interrupted, Feng Jiuer became weak and fell down softly.
The man sat down next to her, his long fingers fell on her clothes, and he was undoing her belt...
