"Touch it and see."
A man's low, husky voice drifted over.
Jiang Qingwan reached out unconsciously, but before she could touch him, she heard the man chuckle softly.
Her ears turned red from the heat.
"Who wants to touch it?"
She glared at him angrily.
"Since you're so energetic, let's go for it. Don't call a halt later."
The Ghost King, holding a teacup, stared wide-eyed.
Is it that exciting?
How could you do *that* when you're injured like that?
Weren't we going to dig for treasure?
He was dazed.
Jiang Qingwan pointed at it.
"You, get out!"
The Ghost King couldn't help but offer his advice.
"Although this place is quite nice, it's only a temporary residence. Why don't you two bear with it a bit and wait until you've retrieved the treasure and gone home..."
"It won't bother you."
Jiang Qingwan didn't understand the meaning behind his words.
She waved her little hand again.
Suddenly, he squinted and warned, "Stay away. If you dare peek, I'll gouge your eyes out."
The Ghost King was utterly speechless.
He practices Pure Yang Gong.
To him, women were like beautiful glass lamps.
He's fine with playing with things, but he's not interested in that kind of thing.
Seeing how impatient the two of them were.
The Ghost King stood up and left.
After a moment of contemplation, he summoned a ghostly figure.
He whispered a few words in my ear.
After the baby was taken out, he lit an aphrodisiac in the room.
This caused the two to lose their minds due to their passionate lovemaking.
At that time, all the treasures will be his.
After the Ghost King left, Jiang Qingwan pulled Mo Yunhan into her sea of consciousness.
As the water rippled, Mo Yunhan felt a slight itch in his wound.
He glanced down instinctively.
Surprisingly, the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Wan'er, my body..."
"Shut up!"
Jiang Qingwan blushed and gently bit her lip.
She could feel the tingling sensation of her wound healing all too well.
However, her state of mind was different from Mo Yunhan's.
Mo Yunhan was surprised by the effects of the spiritual spring water.
Jiang Qingwan, however, could only feel a direct, soul-stirring stimulation.
If she hadn't been biting her lip, the moans would have almost escaped her lips.
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