Chapter 208 Account, I will settle it with you tomorrow
It turns out that Uncle Nine Emperors cares so much about her injury. No wonder the situation is so urgent tonight. He has never thought of sucking her blood.
Even when she took off her clothes and sat in front of him, he was still thinking about... things like in the book, instead of using her blood to suppress the poison.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, then...it's already like this, so don't be angry, okay?"
He was still staring at her like this, and Jiu'er felt that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, so much that it became difficult to breathe.
She didn't know how much time passed, but just when she almost couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, Zhan Qingcheng sat cross-legged and closed her star-like eyes.
He was finally willing to practice Qigong to heal his injuries.
Feng Jiuer didn't know what to do now, so she could only sit on the bench and look at him.
I don’t know how much time passed, but even my eyelids became heavier and heavier.
She slumped down on the bench, and the Nine Emperors Uncle's elegant and unparalleled face was still reflected in her sight, but this figure became increasingly blurry.
Finally, Feng Jiuer tilted her head, fell down on the bench and fell asleep.
Zhan Qingcheng's deep eyes slowly opened, and in his sight, the petite figure curled up on the bench.
She lay on the hard bench and slept so soundly and sweetly.
The corners of his lips were slightly curved, and there seemed to be a satisfied smile between his eyebrows.
She had been looking at him before. Although Zhan Qingcheng had his eyes closed, he could feel her gaze falling on him.
It seemed that when he really started to exercise his skills and looked better, the girl breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep peacefully.
Does she really care that much whether he is well or not?
The slender figure got off the bed, walked to the bench and gently hugged her.
The little girl's body is very slender and light. Holding her is like holding a docile cat.
He had never held a cat in his arms, but he knew that the cat must be very light, as light as his girl.
After the stunning man picked up the girl, he didn't rush to put her on the bed to let her rest.
Instead, he stood there, looking down at her for who knows how long.
Finally, when the evening breeze from the window blew in and blew on Jiu'er, making her shrink into his arms subconsciously, Zhan Qingcheng seemed to have come back to her senses.
He walked to the bed and put her down.
He lay down next to her, held her weak and boneless hand, and introduced a trace of true energy into her body.
Jiu'er was awakened from his sleep by a warm breath. Half asleep and half awake, he clearly felt the Nine Emperors Uncle's true energy flowing into his body again.
Jiu'er was a little uneasy and wanted to open her eyes to see him, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them at all.
"No, Uncle Nine Emperors, don't... waste your energy..." She moved her thin lips slightly and murmured.
Zhan Qingcheng's lukewarm lips finally moved slowly because of her concern in her dream.
The smile I hadn’t seen for a long time finally appeared.
"This little bit of energy is meaningless to me."
But, it was different for her. Little by little, it gathered into a river, and in the future, it would make a qualitative leap in her inner strength.
It's just that now, this girl's own internal strength is too weak, so it can't be given to her too much at once.
Otherwise, the true energy cannot circulate in the body, and the blood vessels will burst and die.
"Go to sleep. I will come back to you tomorrow to settle tonight's account!"
Jiu'er trembled slightly in his sleep, feeling a chill lingering around him.
