Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come and Hug

Chapter 869 Stretch out, want to hug (14)

On the willow tip of the moon, the maid waiting outside heard the sound of the wine jar smashing inside, immediately forgot Shen Jing's instructions, and hurriedly opened the door and went in.

The hall was in a mess, Shen Jing sat on the table with a lazy posture, holding a jar of wine in his hand.

He raised his head and took a sip, the liquid flowed from the corner of his lips to his neck, and then slowly soaked into his clothes.

Drunk Shen Jing was like a monster. Only at this time did he really look like a demon, a soul-stealing demon.

The coquettish lips became even more rosy after being touched by the wine.

The maid stared blankly, as if her eyes were glued to Shen Jing's body.

Your Majesty is so pretty.

The maid slowly approached, walked up to Shen Jing, and persuaded shyly and shyly: "Your Majesty, drinking is harmful to your body, please stop drinking."

Shen Jing lowered his hand holding the wine jar and moved his eyes to the maid's face.

The maid's cheeks were flushed by his drunken and alluring eyes.

Shen Jing looked at her and said nothing.

The maid thought her persuasion had worked.

From the first time she saw him, she fell in love with him, but she didn't dare to speak, but she knew that there must be something very sad in his heart, so sometimes, she would see him suddenly standing Somewhere, there is sadness in the eyebrows and eyes.

She felt sorry for him like this.

So I want to be close to him, so that he will not be sad.

The maid braved up and continued, "This servant doesn't want the King to be sad. Although this servant speaks lightly, as long as it makes the King happy, this servant is willing to do anything."

She said, biting her lip, lowering her head and not daring to look at Shen Jing.

Shen Jing was not drunk at all, he drank so much, but the more he drank, the more sober he became.

He was just lying to himself, telling himself he was drunk, and paralyzing himself.

Shen Jing had a playful smile on his face: "Would you like anything?"

Hope rose in the maid's heart, she immediately raised her head, wanting to let Shen Jing take a good look at her appearance.

She nodded: "Yes, I am willing to do anything."

Shen Jing stretched out his hand, and his slender white fingers were about to fall on her cheek.

The maid closed her eyes, extremely nervous.

She had already smelled the faint fragrance on his body. If she could be touched by him, it would be a blessing.

However, just a little bit short, Shen Jing's hand stopped in mid-air.

The maid waited for a long time but did not wait, she opened her eyes suspiciously, a cold smile hung on the corners of Shen Jing's lips, her light gray eyes were as cold as jade.

His voice was also like ice: "Oh? Then this deity wants to kill people now, are you willing to sacrifice a bit to make this deity happy?"

The heartbeat suddenly became faster, and the maid looked at his face and realized that he was not joking.

The pretty little face turned pale in an instant.

It was true that she liked the king, but what she said to make him happy was implying something else, not sacrificing herself.

dead, but nothing left.

So she trembled and said: "Slave, slave"

So, people are just so good at lying.

Shen Jing suddenly lost interest, withdrew his hand, and said in a flat tone: "If you enter the palace without the permission of the deity, you will die."

As soon as the words fell, within a split second, the maid who was standing in front of Shen Jing turned into smoke.

Shen Jing's eyes were stained with blood, and a red light flashed in the light gray pupils.

With a light wave of his hand, the wine jars in front of him disappeared.

Tomorrow will be an interesting day.

(End of this chapter)