Psychic Queen: Beware of ghosts in the harem

Chapter 401
The man was shocked violently, and his whole body was stiff.

Baitang doesn't know anything, probably consciousness can protect itself sometimes.

She felt a little blind, deaf, and unconscious.

Maybe it was that slap that made the whole mind buzz.

After recovering for a long time, I heard Duan Tianling's voice and kept calling her name, "Baitang, Baitang..."

The surroundings were still so dark, she was still sobbing, she had no strength, and the tears were still falling.

There was no wind in the room, but it was as if there was wind, and the cold air rushed against the naked body.

Baitang felt that the person was silent, and was kicked away.

She was held in an arms and was shaken constantly.

"Baitang, how are you? Talk! I'll let you talk!"

The buzzing in her head gradually receded, and she gradually regained consciousness.

Even though she couldn't see anything in the dark, she knew it was Duan Tianling.

Baitang fell on top of him, resting her head on his chest.

After a fierce resistance, there was no strength for a while.

"Speak, have you been injured or poisoned?" His voice was a little louder, and the speed of his speech was speeding up.

Baitang's voice was very soft, "I... seem to be fine, I don't know..."

Hearing that he sighed angrily, Baitang felt himself being picked up and taken out of this room.

A light appeared in front of them, it was their room in the inn, with candles lit.

Baitang looked down and saw that the clothes were almost torn.

The feeling at this time is hard to describe. I just walked out of the swamp of despair, but I still feel that I am in danger.

Duan Tianling hugged her on the bed, her arms clutched his neck, still crying softly.

Did not put it down immediately, let her cry for a while.Then he brought his robe and put it on her body, covering the naked place.

After a while, he whispered, "I've already killed him."

"How could... such... such a thing..."

Baitang's voice was also heavily nasal and hoarse.

Duan Tianling leaned against the head of the bed, as if holding a child, "If you don't run out, this kind of thing won't happen."

(End of this chapter)