Chapter 175: The King of Hell told her to die at three o'clock, but she died at two o'clock.
Jiang Jiu controlled his stiff neck and nodded his chin.
"oh?"
Yu Zimo got a definite answer, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his eyes, and he pinched Jiang Jiu's chin to make him move closer.
"Have you thought about the price?"
Jiang Jiu blinked and nodded.
"Go ahead."
Yu Zimo raised his eyebrows. Seeing Jiang Jiu being so well-behaved, he was in a good mood. The satisfaction in his eyes made Jiang Jiu even more frightened.
"Save...Fojiang..."
After Jiang Jiu finished speaking, she swallowed hard. She didn't have the courage to say the words she had prepared to Yu Zimo.
Now all she can do is pray that he doesn't get so angry that he kills her.
"?"
The corners of Yu Zimo's mouth froze noticeably, his soul-stirring eyes half-closed, and his other hand began to gently trace the tip of Jiang Jiu's nose down to his lips.
Rough fingers crushed against the soft lips.
The cold air instantly enveloped Jiang Jiu. She clearly felt that the temperature around her had dropped by more than ten degrees, and the blood in her heart was so cold that it seemed to freeze.
If it weren't for the buff brought by social anxiety, Jiang Jiu would probably be shaking like a sieve now.
Yu Zimo was indeed angry!
"You left without a word, and when you came back you asked me to save your old love. Do you really think I'm easy to talk to, Xiao Jiuer?"
Yu Zimo's tone was unpredictable, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, but the ghostly aura surging from his body had already revealed his mood.
"Let me explain."
Jiang Jiu blurted out the classic lines of a bad girl, which made her stunned.
It turns out that what is shown in the TV series, when I encounter it in real life, I will subconsciously say this...
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Yu Zimo was easier to talk to than the protagonist in the TV series, but the dangerous aura of "storm clouds gathering" that he exuded also made Jiang Jiu secretly light a stick of incense for himself.
I feel like the God of Hell wants me to die at three o'clock in the morning, and who dares to keep me alive until five o'clock?
But Jiang Jiu was different. The King of Hell told her to die at three o'clock in the morning, but she went down at two o'clock, just to leave a good impression on her leader.
“…”
Jiang Jiu looked at Yu Zimo's gloomy face and silently took out a jade slip.
This was the data backup she had prepared long ago.
She had social anxiety and had difficulty speaking, mainly because she was worried that Yu Zimo would shut her up before she could finish her words. She reported the whole story early so that her leader would feel at ease.
Even if it is death, the appearance of death can still be discussed.
Jiang Jiu opened his eyes as wide as possible to make himself look sincere enough, and presented the jade slip with both hands, so respectfully, trying hard to impress the Lord Ghost King in front of him.
Unexpectedly, Yu Zimo did not take the jade slip, but just stared at Jiang Jiu with angry eyes.
The air fell into an eerie silence. Even Yun Shuili, who was keen on making trouble to win favor, was very sensible and did not break the silence.
"...Could you please take a look?"
Perhaps because he had watched too many palace fighting movies, Jiang Jiu saw that Yu Zimo was reluctant to take over, his head twitched, and the eunuch's lines came out of his mouth.
“…”
As a result, Yu Zimo's face turned even darker, and his eyes looked almost murderous.
If they were in the ghost realm, and the ghost generals under Yu Zimo saw him with such a sinister expression, it would mean that a ghost was about to suffer.
Even if your soul is scattered and made into a wick, it is considered a light death.
Of course, Jiang Jiu was also very scared and was trembling all over. She didn't know how she had offended this gentleman, and no matter what she did, he was unhappy.
Jiang Jiu waited and waited, but finally heard Yu Zimo take a deep breath.
Then he flew into the yard with Jiang Jiu in his arms, gritting his teeth and speaking to him word by word.
"I want you to tell me in person."
Jiang Jiu was still in a daze when he was thrown onto the bed.
This scene appeared many times in the early stage of the game, and each time it was used to make things awkward. Jiang Jiu was lying on Yu Zimo's bed, and the first thing that came to his mind was that the mountain had been cut down so much, but the yard was still there.
The second thing that came to mind was, woc, this familiar scene, this familiar plot, Yu Zimo would never think...
Before she could struggle to get up, Yu Zimo locked her wrist with a silver chain, the other end of which was tied to the bed.
Jiang Jiu, who was being held down, was really panicked. She felt her calf being gripped by a cold, slender hand. It must have taken a lot of strength, as she couldn't break free.
"Didn't you ask me to listen to your explanation?"
Yu Zimo stood beside the bed, looking down at the girl. He was wearing a black robe that wrapped around his slender waist. His black hair was tied up and hung behind him. The light from the night pearl shone on his handsome face, making his expression look like he was smiling.
Jiang Jiu opened his mouth and forced his vocal cords to make a sound.
"Please save him."
Jiang Jiu had no idea how seductive her expression was. It wasn't a big expression, but it made his heart beat faster.
The girl's eyes were slightly red, her lips were slightly pursed with stubbornness, and her voice was slightly trembling.
Yu Zimo's eyes darkened, and his blood-red pupils seemed to be dripping with blood.
"beg?"
The Ghost King sneered as he spoke, and his cold five fingers tightly pinched Jiang Jiu's ankles, dragging him closer, and gently stroking his ankles with his fingertips, implying ambiguity and lust.
"Since you're asking for help, are you ready for the price, Xiaojiu'er?"
His words made Jiang Jiu's body stiffen.
Yes, she came to ask Yu Zimo to save people, and it was impossible for her to do so without paying anything.
But this is not a game, exchanging bodies is not an option, it's just a matter of a CG picture.
But you have to give of yourself in a real way.
Jiang Jiu closed her eyes and showed an expression of being ready to die, but before she could say anything, she heard Yu Zimo's angry laughter.
"You really know how to piss me off."
Then Jiang Jiu felt his body lighten and was embraced by a cold embrace.
"Don't even think about it. I won't save him."
Yu Zimo's voice is also very pleasant to hear, like the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind in the bamboo forest, or the gurgling of a stream flowing over pebbles.
Although he is the Ghost King now, thousands of years ago, he was also a successful and suave young prince.
If he were not possessed by a ghost, anyone who saw him would praise him for his handsome appearance.
“…”
Jiang Jiu was held in Yu Zimo's arms and forced to look up. When he heard these words, his heart sank.
The man bit Jiang Jiu's earlobe, wrapped his arms around her waist, and slowly tore and grinded with his fangs, as if venting his anger.
"I was ambushed by Qiongqi in Thunder Cloud Canyon and fell into the turbulent flow of the void. It was Fojiang who protected me, so I was unharmed."
Jiang Jiu was also desperate and she didn't have the courage to ask Yu Zimo what he was going to do next. The moisture slowly fell on her neck, and she told him in a trembling voice what she had experienced during this period.
She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that Yu Zimo would feel sorry for her.
Although this was despicable and took advantage of his feelings, Jiang Jiu could not let Fo Jiang die.
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