The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

After hearing what Manager Zhou said, Wang Que's face darkened.

Before he could speak, Xiao Zhu came down and said, "It's getting late, my king, we should go back."

After saying that, Xiao Zhu grabbed Wang Que's shoulders and flew into the sky.

"Farewell, my king, farewell, Sister Xiao Zhu!" Manager Zhou smiled and waved his hand.

Not long after the two disappeared, Zhao Gang in the bushes beside him also came out with his pants pulled up and contented.

"Manager Zhou, this new leader looks weak."

"Keep your voice down, you want to die!" Manager Zhou glared at him, "The leader is not someone we can discuss, and don't show off your bird. I took a look at the leader when he went to the toilet. Compared with the leader, you are just a bug."

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More than half an hour later, Wang Que was brought back to the gate of the courtyard of Mo Lingqing's attic.

The sunset had already fallen half an hour ago, and the night was getting darker.

"There are three roasted chickens in this oil-paper package, your dinner." Big-breasted Mei handed Wang Que a large oil-paper package.

Taking the oil-paper package, Wang Que looked at Big-breasted Mei and the others: "Isn't there a formation in the village owner's yard? If you can't get in, I certainly can't get in either, but I'm not picky, I can sleep anywhere, otherwise..."

Without waiting for Wang Que to finish, Big-breasted Mei said indifferently: "The village owner has already sent a message to let you in."

"Go in!"

Looking at the four maids, Wang Que muttered angrily: "Go in, it's not like you haven't been in before."

After that, he tried to push the gate...

The gate was pushed open, and the formation seemed to have disappeared.

"I can really get in... Ah!!!" As Wang Que was talking, an irresistible suction force broke out. Amid Wang Que's exclamation, the gate of the yard slammed shut, and the blood-colored formation reappeared.

The left bedroom window on the third floor was opened, and Wang Que was sucked in directly. As the window closed instantly, Wang Que's shouting stopped abruptly.

At the gate of the courtyard, the busty Mei whispered: "Let's go, let's go back to practice."

In the attic bedroom, Mo Lingqing, dressed in blood, had put on the evil ghost mask again.

The backlash of the corpse leader was too severe, and only less than 20% was restored in the afternoon.

On the wooden floor, Wang Que was lying there, and next to him was the oil paper bag that rolled out.

The bedroom was extremely dark without lights, and the surroundings were filled with coldness, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Climbing up and reaching out to pull back the oil paper bag: "Village leader, can you be gentler next time?"

Mo Lingqing ignored it, without a sound.

Seeing this, Wang Que shook his head and walked to the corner.

In the corner over there... there was the quilt that was used yesterday.

The oil paper bag wrapped in the roasted chicken was placed next to it, and Wang Que felt extremely cold wrapped in the quilt.

"Why didn't I notice that this quilt smelled good yesterday? But seeing that she was sitting cross-legged in meditation, I guess she didn't sleep with this quilt."

"She has a nice figure, but she always wears a mask..."

"Why is it so cold in this room? There's no life at all."

"I only condensed a little blood essence this afternoon. It's probably too early for me to break through to the twelfth level of blood coagulation."

"Well, if I want to go to the toilet in the future, I'll find a deserted place. That toilet is really rubbish. My Wang family's toilet has maids to serve me..."

A mess of thoughts kept flashing through my head, from the blood witch to cultivation, and from cultivation to the days of enjoying the family...

I fell asleep in a daze without knowing when, thinking about it.

"Wang Que." A cold and indifferent voice sounded.

"Wang Que!" The cold voice was slightly impatient!

"Ah?" Wang Que woke up with a start, and hummed in confusion: "What, what happened?"

Mo Lingqing did not open his eyes, and his voice was still cold: "Shout."

Wang Que woke up completely, nodded and stood up: "Oh, I understand, I'll go now!"

After speaking, he walked quickly to the window and opened a crack, coughed twice to adjust his state, and opened his mouth to warm up and shout "Ah".

After shouting a few times, Wang Que coughed twice to clear his throat.

"Ah! ! Oh!!!"

Seeing that Wang Que was so sensible, Mo Lingqing also used spiritual power to block his ears again to continue to recover from his injuries.

"Ah!!!"

"Great!!!"

"Ah! Madam!!!"

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"Hiss!" In the Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum loft, Xiaozhu Taohua's eyes widened and her pretty face flushed: "Sisters, this new king is really wild. In the past, the king of the bandit group would scream, but he started to call his madam on the second night!"

Big-breasted Mei's face remained unchanged: "Practice well and don't talk about the new king."

Mute girl Xiaolan gestured: "I feel it will be difficult to change the king later. This new king is too strong!"

Warm Moon ButtocksSister Ju nodded, her voice soft and sticky: "I feel what Sister Xiaolan said is that the new king still has status, and it is not easy to kill him."

Big-breasted Mei frowned slightly. She said to stop talking, but the sisters below were still talking: "Okay, the new king is so weak, he will be replaced after being drained."

"That's not necessarily true." Xiaozhu listened and said: "The new king has begun to coagulate blood. Even if he is drained, it will take at least a long time."

They said they would not discuss it, but the discussion became more intense...

The night was getting darker, and Wang Que's voice was hoarse.

Looking out the window, there was no moon here, and it was impossible to infer what time it was in the evening.

"Well, village chief, I have been shouting for almost an hour. It should be okay tonight, right?"

No one responded.

Mo Ling blocked her ears early in the morning, how could she hear Wang Que's question?

"Uh." Wang Que touched his nose: "If you don't say anything, I will assume you agree."

After saying that, Wang Que stood there and waited for a while.

Seeing that there was still no response... Wang Que rolled his eyes, slowly closed the window and walked back to the corner quietly.

Maybe because he had a good sleep, he was not sleepy now but full of energy.

Looked at the blood witch who was practicing cross-legged...

"She should have completely entered the state of practice. She should not know what I am doing now."

Reached out to take the oil paper bag, unwrapped the oil paper bag, grabbed a cold roast chicken and started to eat it.

Since I can't sleep, I might as well eat something and practice.

The nutrition provided by the three roast chickens was consumed by Wang Que in less than two hours of practice.

In order to prevent his body from being depleted, he chose to stop condensing his qi and blood.

It was still dark outside, and he huddled in the corner, feeling that the room was getting colder and colder.

Curled up in the quilt, covering his head, he fell asleep again without knowing it.

The next morning, the sky was bright.

"Wang Que!"

"Here!" Wang Que, with dark circles under his eyes, poked his head out from the quilt.

The blood witch, wearing a bloody dress, sat at the table with her back to him: "It's dawn, get out."

Wang Que yawned and slowly got up from the quilt.

"Hiss!"

Wang Que took a breath of cold air after getting up.

His waist, shoulders and legs were cold and tingling.

"What's going on? Why is my whole body so painful? Did she secretly suck my yang energy while I was asleep?"