"Ugh..." The girl was sitting not far away. Because she had no strength, she could only hold on to the quilt and couldn't even get out of the bed.
Zhan Qingcheng's thick sword-like eyebrows frowned slightly, showing a trace of impatience.
Seeing him like this, the little girl cried even harder, and even tended to burst into tears: "Woo, woo woo..."
"How long are you going to cry?" She has given her such good internal strength, so why should she cry if she doesn't practice hard?
"Uncle Nine Emperors is bullying people, ugh..." Feng Jiuer wiped away her tears and glanced at him secretly from the corner of her eyes.
Uncle Nine Emperors was really impatient and a little unable to resist the woman's cries.
He thought about kicking her away, but she had just provided him with some blood to help him practice martial arts to eliminate poison, and it seemed a bit unkind to kick her away now.
"What do you want?" Finally, my patience was about to come to an end.
"I want Uncle Nine Emperors to tell someone from Jiantian Mansion that it was the people from Jiuwang Mansion who saved me that night."
"Aren't you afraid that the emperor will suspect that this king is related to the Lord of the Tianzun Sect?"
"Uncle Nine Emperors will definitely be able to get over it."
However, the other party did not respond. He closed his eyes and planned to continue practicing.
"Woo..."
His eyebrows furrowed again.
"Woooo..."
The veins on his forehead were faintly exposed.
"Woooooooo..."
"That's right!"
"Thank you, Uncle Nine Emperors!" Feng Jiuer shed tears and was so happy that she immediately crawled under the bed.
However, she didn't expect that Uncle Nine Emperors had just sent her internal energy, and now, her whole body's strength had not yet adjusted.
There was a thump, and this time, the crying was really miserable and painful.
Zhan Qingcheng was a little helpless, staring at the girl lying on the ground, her upper body clothes still in a mess, and wanted to close her eyes and ignore it, but in the end, she sighed lightly.
With a gentle caress of his long sleeves, she fell into his arms.
"This won't make me worry!" He casually pulled the quilt over her body and threw her aside.
He closed his eyes and moved his thin lips slightly: "Sleep, otherwise, I will suck it again."
"Will you give me another skill?" Feng Jiuer did the calculation before and felt that this deal is actually quite cost-effective.
In fact, Uncle Nine Emperors only needs a little bit of blood every time, just a few drops.
But every time after sucking, he would give her some internal energy, just like tonight.
If she channeled this kind of internal power ten to eight times more, she could guarantee that if she learned Qing Gong, she would get twice the result with half the effort!
Opening his eyes and catching a glimpse of her expectant face, Zhan Qingcheng felt a faint feeling of pain in his head.
This girl... actually cares about his inner strength.
"sleep!"
"Uncle Nine Emperors, if you are so fierce, you will not be able to find a wife in the future."
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at him, lay down, closed her eyes and rested.
When she wakes up tomorrow morning, the inner energy of Uncle Nine Emperors will be completely absorbed by her, and her skill will increase a bit.
Great! It takes no effort at all and only costs a little blood.
However, could you please stop taking off her clothes next time? You are a pervert! How can you be such a hateful person if you are so serious and take advantage of others?
The moment she fell into sleep, the little girl moved her thin lips and murmured a few words to herself: "...Bad uncle Nine Emperors...be obedient and I will spare your life, hehehe...be good..."
The man who was practicing Qigong opened his eyes for the n+1st time. This time, he finally couldn't help it and wiped the scratches from her lips with his sleeve.
Everyone is afraid of the Ninth Prince, the god of war, but this girl is not afraid at all. She even thinks about counterattacking and bullying him in her dreams, which is really... a headache.
