Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come and Hug

Chapter 942 Stretch out, want to hug (89)

No wonder everything has gone so smoothly these past few days. It turns out there is someone behind it all.

Who the hell is plotting against him so deliberately?
After thinking about it, Gu Ao shuddered again. To be able to calculate him like this, that person must be more capable than him. None of the lords found anything wrong.

Not only that, that person knew him well and knew what he was doing.

If so, wouldn't it be easy for him to kill himself?
Just as he was thinking about it, the puppet doll on the ground suddenly began to be filled with black energy.

Gu Ao subconsciously took two steps back and looked at the puppet with vigilance.

The black mist was getting thicker and thicker, and in a haze, he saw a figure in the black mist. He was wearing a fiery red robe, and the red was as thick as blood. Even if the mist was very thick, it still couldn't hide the color.

Gradually, the fog dissipated, and the red robe gradually became clear.

That man was like a ghost, his fair skin was stained with popularity, and his thin red lips were lifted up, like a black and white ink painting that was suddenly painted heavily with paint.

There was blood in his light gray eyes, he opened his lips and said, "Gu Zunzhu, long time no see."

Shen. Shen Jing?

How could he be here?

When Gu Ao saw Shen Jing, he could only think about what happened back then and the humiliation he suffered a while ago.

The things that he deliberately kept in the depths of his heart began to be unearthed, Shen Jing stood there and looked at him quietly, obviously doing nothing, but Gu Ao felt cold all over.

These things were all done by Shen Jing, definitely him.

He was resenting himself, so he climbed up from hell to collect debts from him even though he should have died in that skull grave.

Gu Ao's mind is full of images of the skull tomb, and the person surrounded by those skeletons is not Shen Jing, but him.

He felt the cold skeleton climb up his calf, climbed up his back, biting his flesh bite by bite, he saw his white bones, so terrifying under the moonlight.

The most terrifying thing is the recurring pain.

Tossing him back and forth is a kind of torture, both psychologically and physically.

There was no blood on Gu Ao's face, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting slumped on the ground.

There was still blood on the ground, but he didn't care at all.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, he looked at Shen Jing, whose fingertips were still glowing.

He understood that Shen Jing had applied everything he had experienced to him through spells just now, so he could empathize with him, thinking that he was in the skull tomb.

This time Gu Ao finally felt the breath of death. All this happened for real. Shen Jing really came back. He is not the high-ranking Demon Lord, but a young disciple of Chenxiao Palace who came to ask for his life.

Gu Ao said: "Master is sorry for you. Master should not have left you. After Master went out, he wanted to set up a tomb for you, but..."

But for a long time, I didn’t know what to do.

The more anxious he was, the more playful Shen Jing looked at him.

"Gu Zunzhu thinks that the cloaked tomb, the original deity is very rare?"

Gu Ao couldn't wait for a long time, his lips were trembling, and suddenly he thought of a person.

"What about Yun Miao? Yun Miao, you must be rare, right? I won't hold you responsible for taking Yun Miao away for so many years. If you like her, you can take her wherever you want. I will never stop you. If you don't Don't worry, I'm afraid Yunmiao will reject you, I will help you."

(End of this chapter)