"Ma'am, don't make trouble..."

The ambiguous tone made Qi Xiaoxiao annoyed, but she was pinned down by him and couldn't move. She was about to make a move, but Mu Ting'an put his legs between hers and whispered, "I'm really hurt."

The tone was three points weak and seven points wronged.

Qi Xiaoxiao's heart trembled, and he couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, but he throbbed for no reason, swallowed hard, and pushed, "Mu Ting'an, let me out."

"deep."

A faint word made the string in Qi Xiaoxiao's heart vibrate violently.

She knew that this was the name of this evil spirit, and she felt familiar for no reason, but she felt a little suspicious, her hands unconsciously touched his naked back, and the scorching breath rushed towards her face, almost burning her to death.

After practicing Taoism in Maoshan for so many years, Qi Xiaoxiao has never been close to a man. The only time in his last life was when he was pressed in the coffin by the evil spirit in front of him and ate all the tofu.

But at this moment, the scene is exactly the same, the only difference is that this male ghost has gained an inch, but his own spiritual cultivation has been completely lost, and he is like a fish on the pallet.

"Ma'am, don't be afraid, my husband won't do anything to you for the time being." Ming curled his lips into a smile, the darkness would not block his sight, looking at Qi Xiaoxiao's flushed face, his tone became more gentle.

"Then what are you doing!" Qi Xiaoxiao knew that there was a huge disparity in strength, but she was unwilling to be crushed by him like this. She put her hands on his chest and tried her best to keep a certain distance from him.

"I'm just recuperating." Ming replied solemnly.

"Your back is ready."

"I'm not fine..." Ming lowered his voice and said, there was almost no gap between the two, and Qi Xiaoxiao could even hear his strong heartbeat.

The man in front of him was like a beast dormant in the dark, seemingly harmless, but Qi Xiaoxiao knew that as long as he opened his fangs, he would be dead.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the two maintained an ambiguous posture as if frozen.

finally--

"Madam, I may... really can't protect you anymore."

Suddenly, just as Qi Xiaoxiao was thinking about how to escape from the coffin, the man on her body suddenly fell on her body, and her skin touched her. She could feel the heat of the man's body.

Also, the gradually weakening breath of life...

Oops!

Qi Xiaoxiao groaned inwardly, tapped her fingertips, and used the Maoshan technique to probe into the man's veins, feeling that his weakness at the moment seemed to be dissipating!
"idiot!"

The explosion at the police station caused him serious injuries, but the man had been holding on until now before showing his weakness. Qi Xiaoxiao cursed secretly, but instead of taking the opportunity to leave, he gritted his teeth and bit his fingertips.

Turning blood into amulets, what Qi Xiaoxiao is doing at this time is Maoshan's top technique, the technique of gathering spirits.

This kind of technique is very exhausting, even Qi Xiaoxiao, who is full of spiritual cultivation, can hardly persist, but now that she has lost her spiritual cultivation, she can only rely on tenacious perseverance to draw strokes one by one.

The spirit-gathering array can restore life fire and soul energy as quickly as possible, but few people who practice Taoism use it. After all, no people who practice Taoism will hurt themselves because of ghosts.

Until the last stroke was completed, her back was soaked with sweat, and her consciousness was on the verge of chaos. She let out a breath, and she lay on the coffin exhausted. She took a last look at the man on her body, and murmured, "It's a repayment for you!" Grace for saving lives."

After she finished speaking, her eyes went dark and she fainted...

After a while, Ming finally woke up from the coma. Just as he opened his eyes, a strong smell of blood lingered from the tip of his nose. He frowned, and then opened the coffin with a flick of his sleeves.

"Fool."

Seeing Qi Xiaoxiao who was lying under her body and passed out due to excessive blood loss, Ming Rugujing's eyes were full of distress, and he hurriedly carried her from the coffin to the bed, feeling a little moved in his heart.

Qi Xiaoxiao, who was in a coma, was as pale as a piece of white paper at the moment, her lips were tightly pressed, and the blood on her fingertips was distressing.

"It seems that Madam doesn't hate being a husband that much?" Ming lay beside her, looking at the woman's pretty face that seemed to be sleeping, couldn't help reaching out his hand, and caressingly brushed her white cheeks, as if the creamy touch made you He couldn't put it down.

This woman is his destined wife...

Ming smiled slightly, but the sudden and dangerous aura made him frown.

damn it!
Just now, the damage of the life fire caused the ghost energy to leak out, and it actually attracted the two haunting things of black and white Shuangsha!
Ming suddenly got up, and glanced at Qi Xiaoxiao who was still awake on the bed, and the reluctance in his eyes was fleeting...

Anyway, the future is long.

Mind moved slightly, then disappeared into the room invisibly, and the moment he left, the woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes and woke up...

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