Sandalwood Garden, a room that's neither too big nor too small.
Wang Ji held a slender, jade-like arm and hand like a pervert. The palm was white and translucent, and the fingers were as delicate as scallions, perfectly flawless.
Of course, Wang Ji did not do anything perverted.
That's done.
"Did you just hit me?" Wang Ji squinted at the hand.
A big slap was thrown at his face; it wasn't too hard, but it was definitely a small slap.
He grabbed the arm and interrogated the hand.
However, the hand remained motionless.
If it were an ordinary person, they would doubt whether it was a hallucination or a ghost, but as a technological god, the last thing they would forget is forgetfulness.
He was certain—it was haunted.
"Queen Keisha?!" Wang Ji looked around suspiciously, then waved his hand, but there was no reaction.
"Queen Keisha? Come out! I know you're here!"
"Not bad, what is this? A phantom? How did you get into my tower?"
"Oh, right, the shielding isn't activated on this floor... Queen Keisha?"
"Holy Keisha?"
"Keisha?"
Wang Ji frowned, looking around, feeling something was off.
He was certain that what he had just experienced was not a hallucination, and that something was definitely directing him. In fact, there were some things that had been buried in his heart, but he had no clue about them before.
Is it Keisha now… or is it part of the intelligence in this arm? But if it is Keisha, why doesn't she come out?
After thinking for a moment, he tentatively began to speak:
"Sasha?"
"Smack!"
Wang Ji remained expressionless.
Is this interesting?
He stopped looking around and just stared at the arm.
Two small mouths, two big vaginas.
He, the Heavenly King, had never suffered such an injustice in his entire life.
His gaze was fixed on the hand, but the hand did not react, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with it.
Wang Ji narrowed his eyes again, then smiled coldly, pressing down on its forearm with one hand and pinching its palm with the other, completely immobilizing it.
She pouted and slowly moved closer to the smooth, white back of her hand...
"Hey hey hey! Let go! Let go, let go, let go... Hey hey hey, I was wrong, I was wrong, I apologize, please stop pinching me..."
A voice begging for mercy immediately followed, but in the enclosed tower, no outsider was expected to hear it.
Wang Ji was truly impressed; the hand that managed to grab that severed limb was surprisingly strong!
They grabbed the flesh on his face, pinched it, and wouldn't let go; he couldn't pull it off no matter how hard he tried.
"Alas……"
After much persuasion, it finally let go.
"Tell me, how come your temper has only gotten worse after she died?" Wang Ji said, respectfully placing Keisha's arm on the table.
Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was in a miserable and vulnerable situation, he definitely wouldn't have let those two go!
Of course, he wasn't the real one either...
His arm was draped lazily on the table, still not much, but judging from the slight twitching of his fingers and palm, it seemed to be governed by some kind of reason.
The base rests on a palm-sized blue lotus, and the fingers lightly touch the tabletop.
He was relaxed and content, even tapping lightly on the table.
Seeing this, Wang Ji lost much of his anger and could only sigh in regret.
"Human life is unpredictable, and so are the gods. If I had known things would turn out this way, I wouldn't have bothered to spend more time chatting with you back then."
Na Hao's wrist was slightly stiff.
"Actually, when I mistakenly thought you were my guardian angel, I really misunderstood you. I really thought that you, this noble and aloof older queen, were lonely and bored, and had fallen in love with me... I even imagined a lot about your feelings for me."
But thinking about it later, I realize she's right. I apologize for making a fool of myself.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table again, quick and rhythmic.
Wang Jiwei responded with a few words. This gesture was quite emotional, making him feel as if Keisha was sitting in front of him, looking down at him and mocking his wishful thinking.
He paused, then raised an eyebrow. He had actually recognized the encrypted text: "I gave you a divine body, and you spread rumors about me?"
"..."
Wang Ji was speechless.
Even their tone of voice was exactly the same.
"I told you it was a misunderstanding..." He could only explain again, and was also glad: "Fortunately, only Sister Yan knew about this, otherwise it might have been confirmed."
A light tap with slender fingers: "Hehe~"
"So, the one who was staring at my face the whole time was you?" Wang Ji brought up another matter, which now seemed so reasonable in retrospect.
At that time, he was telling Angel Yan that Keisha was his guardian angel, no wonder he felt that the gaze was like a knife stabbing his face, and it was getting hotter and hotter.
Upon hearing this, the wrist stiffened for a moment, then slowly began to tap the table: "Why can you sense that someone is watching you?"
"Is that difficult?" Wang Ji raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, then nodded: "That's true, but it seems that Sister Yan didn't realize that she has a third-generation divine body, an invincible body, and is a void warrior."
As for me... it's a secret.
His wrist was jerked, and he angrily clenched his fist and banged it on the table.
"Heh... Don't be angry." Wang Ji raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head: "Don't you know me? I don't like to trust people, and I'm stubborn. Unless it's my family, or a guardian angel like Yan, I can completely entrust myself to them."
You're not my guardian angel, so don't be so curious.
"There are some things, though. If Yan hadn't told me, I wouldn't have realized that your seemingly kind face actually concealed so many scheming plots against Old Wang."
He looked at the wrist with a half-smile, as if he were looking at the serene and beautiful face of the holy Keisha.
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