Stop Chasing the Sick Boss of Quick Transmigration Raiders

Chapter 662 There is a Ghost King in the City (29)

The man's red dress has become tattered, and the fierce aura around him is shocking.

"Master!" The fat shopkeeper hastily greeted him, "Master, you have finally come out..."

"Where's the little Taoist priest?" Luo Yu moved his body, moving his stiff joints.

"We didn't come out for seven days and seven nights. We thought something really happened to you." Wen Xiao walked over, looked him up and down, and after confirming that he was not injured, he finally let go of his heart that had been hanging for several days. down.

Although she said that he would be fine, that bad premonition made her tremble for a while.

Now that I think about it, it's probably because of concern that it makes chaos.

"This old guy has imposed a lot of restrictions, and it took a lot of time to break them. In addition, the inheritance of the ghost king requires a relatively high level of mental strength, so I spent a little more effort," Luo Yu looked playfully. Xiang Wenxiao, "Why, are you worried about me?"

Wen Xiao rolled her eyes at him, turned her head and walked towards the exit.

Luo Yu followed behind, twitching the corners of his lips to suppress the bloody air surging in his chest.

The process was certainly not as easy as he said.

In order to ensure that his clansmen accept the inheritance, that old guy almost devoted his whole life to how to seal the inheritance of the ghost king. If it weren't for his special status, the power of the ghost king's inheritance would have a natural recognition for him. will lose to the old guy who is dead.

It's just, what did the last sentence of his residual spirit... mean?
Luo Yu touched his chest, his eyes darkened slightly.

……

The three of them walked out of the underground palace in a hurry, and after filling the dug pit with some soil, they came to the pre-booked hotel, washed up, and finally felt alive.

After eating, the fat shopkeeper went to pack his luggage, while Luo Yu and Wen Xiao sat on the sofa and watched TV together.

"The matter in the underground palace is settled now. After two days of rest, go and help solve the problems of old friends, and then we can go back home." Luo Yu glanced at Wen Xiao from the corner of his eye and said, "After going back, we must take care of ourselves." Take a break..."

Hearing his flat tone, Wen Xiao twitched the corners of her mouth and reminded him, "You agreed to take me to get the wine."

"Oh yes," Luo Yu turned his head and showed a smirk, "I also said that I want to take a little bit of your blood, right..."

Wen Xiao looked at his evil eyes, and felt a bad premonition in her heart.

"But I didn't bring any good containers, how about..." Luo Yu leaned closer to her, his wet hair drooping slightly after a bath, making his face look more bewitching and confusing, "Take the freshest ones with your mouth." ,how?"

Wen Xiao looked at his face that was getting closer and closer, and the red lips that were slightly opened and closed. For a moment, she felt that her blood was surging, her nose was hot, and her whole body was not feeling well.

Luo Yu didn't get any closer, but just half-wrapped her in his arms, maintaining this suffocating distance, and looked at her with interest.

Seeing the little Taoist priest's stiff body, Luo Yu couldn't help having bad thoughts. He raised his hand and flicked it slightly, and the already loose bathrobe almost fell off his shoulders.

The man's delicate collarbone is exposed in front of his eyes, followed by his strong chest muscles and abdominal muscles. The graceful muscles make people unable to take his eyes off. The two points that can be covered are fascinating...

Wen Xiao blinked her eyes, two streams of heat flowed slowly through her nasal cavity...

(End of this chapter)