Leng Miqian couldn't help but be a little puzzled, no, with the control that the demon demon was now over her, no matter how she thought about it, she felt that there was no need for the ghost demon to throw such a big bargaining chip for the matter of sacrificing blood.

She's powerless now!

But it was the ghost who looked at her at this time, and it was clearly a look of admiration

This made Leng Miqian suddenly a little at a loss.

For some reason, Leng Miqian suddenly remembered what Haitang had said when she was taking care of her————

"Little Uncle, the High Priest is really very good to you, you don't know, in the days when you didn't wake up, the High Priest would come to feed the Little Uncle in person every time no matter how busy he was, you must know that the High Priest doesn't even give a look back to others on weekdays!"

"Uncle Xiao, the carpet in this room full of carpets was personally selected by the high priest, saying that Uncle Xiao likes to walk barefoot for fear of getting caught in the cold, and he specially picked the color that Uncle Xiao likes to like."

"Uncle Junior, although this bowl of soup is a little bitter, you must drink it cleanly, this is boiled by the high priest himself! Except for Uncle Xiao, Haitang has never seen the high priest so attentive to anyone. ”

"Uncle Xiao, the high priest is worried that you won't have much taste after you wake up, so he specially cooked the peach blossom porridge himself, is it delicious?"

Sentence by sentence, she once listened to the words that she didn't feel at this moment, wave after wave jumped out of her mind, and combined with the look of the ghost looking at her at this time, her eyes widened in cold shock.

No, it won't

Seeing Leng Miqian's frightened appearance, the ghost sighed softly, "Are you still scared?" ”

Leng Miqian: "Isn't it?!" I thought you were just playing on the spot, but who knew you were real?!

"Doesn't Satsuki believe that I can protect you for the rest of your life?" The ghost was a little helpless, and the hand holding Leng Mi's shallow cheek moved away weakly.

Leng Miqian's eyes slipped at a loss, and he lowered his head and staggered the shock in his eyes.

Oh my God, is that really what she thought?!

"Emperor Riyue came from afar, I told them about our marriage, and Qianzhao asked me"

Leng Mi raised his head slightly, and the sick seedling knew that the ghost was going to marry her? Why didn't you say a word when you came to see her before?!!

The ghostly words continued, "So Satsuki doesn't have to worry, I'm in this life"

Leng Miqian's thoughts were still turning, and the sick seedling said that he would treat the other person in his own way, and let her wait quietly, but now the ghost is pressing her step by step and wants to marry her, how can she wait quietly?

A gentle kiss suddenly fell from his lips, like a feather flicker.

Leng Miqian's thoughts suddenly pulled back, and when she came back to her senses, the ghost had come to her at some point, lowering his head and kissing her gently.

Leng Mi was startled, and his body leaned back without warning.

Bang————

Leng Miqian's whole person suddenly fell on the thick carpet.

The ghost who was in a mood was also shocked by this sudden move and came back to his senses, and hurriedly got up and hugged Leng Miqian.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, but what's the injury?" Picking up the ** in his eyes, the ghost wrapped Leng Miqian in his arms, and carefully looked up and down at the places where Leng Miqian might be injured.

Leng Miqian made an embarrassed face, and hurriedly waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

She wished she was hurting herself, but the whole room was covered with a heavy carpet, and even if she fell in pain, she couldn't hurt herself.

After a quick check, and then confirmed that Leng Miqian's body was indeed not injured, the ghost breathed a sigh of relief, and then helplessly tapped Leng Miqian's forehead with his fingers, "You, what should I do?"

Holding Leng Miqian in his arms, the ghost got up and walked towards the bed, which made Leng Miqian's heart alarmed, although she was now extremely weak, and the ghost couldn't do anything to herself, but when she thought that the ghost was really with herself, Leng Miqian felt that she was very embarrassed.

It's like before you thought that the other party was acting on the same scene as you, so even if you say something to tug at the heartstrings and do some intimate actions, you don't feel that it matters, because both people's hearts are fake.

But now it was different, and the demon's friendship with her was obviously more genuine than she had imagined, which changed the nature of the whole thing completely.

If she said some ambiguous words and made some intimate gestures like before, this would become a signal for the devil to take the initiative to invite, and it would not be beneficial at all except to let her dedicate herself early.

Seeing that the ghost demon put himself on the bed, he was about to start taking off his robe, which made Leng Miqian's heart jump to his throat.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough," Leng Miqian coughed violently.

The work of taking off the robe of the ghost suddenly stalled, and he hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed and hurriedly stroked Leng Mi's back, "What's wrong?" But that fall just now hurt the valve? ”

"No, I don't know," Leng Mi's face flushed with a shallow cough.

The demon hurriedly took out the medicine bottle from his arms again, rolled out a pill in the palm of his hand, and hurriedly fed it to Leng Miqian's mouth.

Before Leng Miqian could react, he only felt that his whole mouth was filled with a familiar and strange taste.

Hey, wasn't this the pill she had eaten earlier that smelled faintly bloody?

Subconsciously wanted to spit out the pill, but when he thought of the changes after eating the pill, Leng Miqian had to continue to endure the indescribable strange taste in his mouth, stretched his neck, raised his head, and swallowed the pill directly with a choked swallow.

"Master, Master, cough cough cough, what kind of refining is this pill? Why does it still smell of blood? Leng Miqian, who wanted to continue pretending to cough, was completely disturbed by the sudden appearance of this pill, and turned seriously curious about the ingredients of the pill.

The effect of this pill is really excellent, if she can spy on one or two, then at least she can heal herself after she leaves here!

Seeing that Leng Miqian was finally able to speak out, and asked these words all of a sudden, the ghost couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, "You, do you think this pill is easy to come by?" I've been refining this pill since I brought you back to this temple, and now half a year has passed, and I've only got three. ”

"What?" Leng Miqian's eyes widened, "It took half a year to get three?!" So precious?! ”

"Or else?" How could the elixir he had personally refined not be precious?

"So, then you fed me two today?" Leng Miqian stammered a little, his eyes fell on the medicine bottle that the demon had not had time to put away, and the whole person was in a trance.