Chapter 1774 The Ghost Girl Who Reconciles with the Emperor (16)

A thick voice came from the mouth of the golden figure.

I didn't see what he was doing, but after being so far away, Xia Ling suddenly felt that the barrier of Weaving Feather Hall was broken...

"Father!" She immediately looked at the Nether City Lord in front of her.

City Lord Nether stared at the golden figure and laughed: "Old Ao Jun, you are familiar with my ghost world. After all, you want to leave after talking about it. How can this be done? Since your son doesn't want to stay in the ghost world for a long time. After two days, I will give you my daughter and let her go back to the heaven with you to play, and you can help me take good care of her."

His voice fell, and Xia Ling hadn't realized what was going on, but felt a force enveloping her, and she seemed to become very small, as big as a mustard seed, and was thrown out of thin air.

Xia Ling: ...

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Xia Ling opened her eyes again, and saw that she was already in the heaven.

She must have been in a coma for a few days, but she woke up lying on a couch.

The clothes on her body were changed, and the Danko on her nails was washed...

The skirt from the ghost world was replaced by a fairy robe from the heavenly world. Starting from the neckline, this robe completely covered her figure.

The slanted front ensures that except for the hands and face, no extra skin on the body is exposed.

Xia Ling couldn't think of anyone else who would dress her up like this except Ji Jun...

Hearing the jingle, Xia Ling looked down, and saw a thin chain, clasped around her slender ankle, extending all the way into the depths of the palace.

Yo, Mr. Ji, is this the way to repay the body?

Xia Ling got out of bed, and walked around in the golden palace that was cold.

The layout of the palace is very simple, except for the bed, it is just a row of bookshelves, and there are some decorations, which are obviously arranged by the servants for Ji Jun.

Everywhere here is clean and tidy, like the breath of life of Ji Jun, it seems that it has not been contaminated at all?

The thin chain on the ankle... has a small symbol of prohibition, the power in Xia Ling's body is completely imprisoned, but this thin chain is another fairy weapon.

No matter how far Xia Ling goes, this thin chain will not hold her back.

However, as long as she walks to the gate of the palace, this thin chain will directly bring her back to the place next to the couch...

Very good, Ji Jun is a ruthless person!

Xia Ling tried several times with the same result.

Sitting on the couch, she stared at her fair ankles, thinking seriously.

If she cuts off her feet, can she break free and use ghost skills to make her feet grow back?

"Favourability +3"

There was a crisp sound in my mind, which was a reminder of the increase in favorability.

There was also movement outside, and Xia Ling looked up following the sound.

From the gate of the palace, a figure in golden-red armor stepped in from outside.

This suit of armor is Ji Jun's battle robe, and this cold and powerful aura comes out from his cold and calm face.

Ji Jun's appearance as a god of war is completely different from the cutie she imprisoned in Zhiyu Palace.

Xia Ling squinted her eyes, feeling that the light on Ji Jun's body was a bit dazzling.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Xia Ling listened to the footsteps, felt the breath, looked down and saw Ji Jun standing still.

"Zhiyu Guiji." The man's faint voice sounded.

"Huh?" Xia Ling put down his hand and looked up at him.

She sat on his white and calm couch, and he stood in front of her.

The two faced each other, their eyes were facing each other, and the atmosphere inexplicably brought out the tense battle between the two armies.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he stared at the woman condescendingly, and Ji Jun's scrutiny fell on Zhiyu's fair and beautiful cheeks.

There is a kind of woman, even if she wears fairy clothes, she will never look like a fairy.

"How do you say that? Feng Shui turns around?"