Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

Nodded again and again, and then raised his finger to show him like Shen Jing did.

Shen Jing was finally satisfied. He wanted to touch her face as a reward as before, but his eyes fell on her white neck.

The neckline is slightly open, and there are overlapping petals on the edge of the neckline. The petals cover part of the skin, but her collarbone is still exposed.

Under the delicate collarbone, slight ups and downs can be vaguely seen.

Shen Jing's pupils shrank slightly, as if suddenly realized that she had grown up.

Even though she has always been by her side, there is no distinction between men and women, she is pure white like paper, but he is a person who knows everything.

Finally, the fingers fell gently on her hair.

In order to hide his emotions, Shen Jing rubbed her hair heavily.

After being satisfied, he got up and wanted to leave.

As a result, Yun Fanfan forgot that the palm of his hand was still holding Shen Jing's hair. He felt a bit painful at the roots of his hair when he was with him. When he looked down, he saw her holding her hair with a blank expression.

Yun Fan quickly let go, and the ink hair slid down between the fingers.

Yun Fan saw that his expression was not quite right, and in so many years, he had never seen Shen Jing show such an expression.

Some are surprised, more irritable.

Is Shen Jing actually a little irritable?

This is incredible.

Yun Fan thought that he was hurting him, and quickly made up: "Father is going to leave?"

Shen Jing found this room very boring, even if the window was open, as long as he saw her, it was a little boring.

Nodding randomly, just about to leave, I heard her voice behind him.

The timid, with a trace of expectation.

"Is father coming to sleep with Yun'er tonight?"

Shen Jing slept with her most of the time, and rarely went to his palace.

At this moment, Shen Jing's mind is very confused. After hearing her say this, he hesitated, but refused: "I have something important tonight, Yun'er can go to sleep."

The back is in a hurry, and the cloud is full of doubts.

...

Shen Jing didn't know why he was so nervous.

In fact, he has nothing to do at night, just an excuse.

Shen Jing returned to his palace, sat on the couch, frowning and thinking.

She is now sixteen years old, and she is at the age of marrying, if she counts according to her age.

He had selfishly left her in the Demon Realm, and if he selfishly refused to let her marry, he would not be able to pass that level.

She grew up in the palm of his hand. If you are married, you should also find a husband-in-law who is worthy of her in ability and appearance, who can love her and tolerate her for a lifetime.

Shen Jing leaned back against the edge of the bed, his ink hair snaking down.

Nafu's son-in-law should be a member of the Demon Realm. A mortal has a short lifespan. He does not want her to suffer the pain of separation. If he is a member of the Demon Realm and has him behind his back, that person would never bully her.

She is so cute and cute, she will definitely be a good wife, and her husband will love her very much. One day, she will become a mother and give birth to a child who is as cute as her.

She will live her life happily.

So what role is he? In the days to come, is it a passerby?

Thinking of this, Shen Jing couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

Blood rushed up, and a mouthful of blood spilled directly from the lips, dripping down the thin chin onto the moon-white skirt.

Like a blooming blood lotus.

His body was reshaped in the Skeleton Tomb, and what he borrowed was the resentment in the Skull Tomb, which is also a kind of demonic energy.