Chapter 424: The Little Bride of the Ghost King's Sacrifice (56)

The explanation was that he couldn't explain it anymore. Bai Weiwei was pinched by his cold fingers until her face turned blue, and she was suffocated until her chest and abdomen would burst.

She looked at Ji Yongchuan blankly, his messy long hair and ugly face full of resentment.

Live like a ghost to claim your life.

Bai Weiwei didn't say anything, she could only use her eye skills.

There was sadness mixed with guilt in her eyes, and there was no unwillingness to resent it. She stretched out her hand slowly with all her strength, and gently touched his ugly face with her fingers.

Not a trace of disgust.

Fingertips caressed gently.

It's like treating your most precious thing.

Then she struggled to show a smile and said silently, "I'm sorry, little brother..."

Ji Yongchuan loosened the strength of his fingers, but did not let go.

Bai Weiwei had already closed her eyes, her breathing was quiet, like a dead person.

I don't know how long it took, Ji Yongchuan's grimace became painful, and he slowly let go.

Bai Weiwei fell limply, leaning against his arms silently.

The darkness was thicker all around, and only the two of them were snuggling together.

Ji Yongchuan's face began to change, his face turned white, and his pupils were normal, but it was too dark.

In less than a while, he has returned to the handsome appearance of a human being.

The ghost king himself is like this.

The ugly appearance just now was because he knew that she was afraid of ugly ghosts, so he deliberately came to scare her.

Her breathing was still intermittent and painful.

Ji Yongchuan's eyes were stained with a cold viciousness, and the nails of his fingers became longer.

Just kill her.

The thought kept replaying in his mind.

When he came back this time, it was his thoughts that supported him.

The obsession is ingrained and cannot be changed.

The fingernails touched her chest, and the trembling heartbeat was filled with warm vitality under his fingernails.

If she died and turned into a ghost, she would definitely hate him.

Ji Yongchuan struggled several times on his face, his sharp nails slowly disappeared, and finally his hand hugged her instead.

He sneered bitterly.

"Don't lie to me, I won't believe you."

Bai Weiwei felt that she was boiled.

The fever does not subside, and the breath is hot.

She complained to the system, "Hey, this job is really hard to do. Being a bull and a horse is exploited, and I can't make money by abusing my heart and body. Look at me now, I'm so hot that I'm about to swell."

System: "Hot, at least prove that you are alive."

Bai Weiwei, who was dazed by the heat, thought about it and said happily, "That's right, I'm still alive."

System: Poor baby, they were all burnt.

Bai Weiwei's high fever persisted, and in a coma, she kept talking nonsense.

A cold hand gently covered her forehead.

There was a satisfied smile on her red face.

Like a hungry cat.

The hand hesitated for a moment, and was about to be cruelly removed.

Seems like she wants to burn her brain out.

Bai Weiwei frowned, and immediately frowned bitterly, reaching out and waving randomly.

seems to be looking for something.

There was a helpless and cold sigh in the air.

Then the ghost hand approached her gently again.

She caught it at once and put his hand on her face.

Then she murmured comfortably and rubbed his palm very cutely.

The soft warmth rubbed against his cold skin, giving him a shivering feeling.

Ji Yongchuan's dark eyes trembled.

He looked at her silently.

A strong ghostly aura permeated the room, gradually.

Those ghosts settled down and disappeared on the ground.

The sunlight outside the window finally penetrated, and a trace of light fell on the face of the girl in his arms.

She is peaceful and beautiful.