A deep voice came from the mouth of the golden figure.

Did Not see what he did, but so far away, Xia Ling suddenly felt the woven feather palace barrier broke... ...

"FATHER! " She looked at the Nether city Lord in front of her at once.

The master of Netherworld stared at the golden figure Laugh: "Ao Jun old man, I this ghost world you feel very familiar, say to come, say to go and want to go, how can this go? " Since your son doesn't want to stay in the ghost world for two more days, I'll give you my daughter and let her go back to heaven with you. You can take good care of her for me

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Ling didn't realize what had happened. She only felt a force wrapping around her. She seemed to have become very small, as big as a mustard seed, and was thrown out of thin air.

Xia Ling:"...". ...

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Xia Ling opened her eyes again and saw that she was already in the Heaven Realm.

She had probably been unconscious for a few days, and when she woke up, she was lying on a couch.

Her clothes had been changed, and the Dankou on her nails had been washed... ...

The dress of the ghost realm had been changed into the fairy robe of the heaven realm. From the neckline, the robe covered her entire body.

The slanted lapels guaranteed that other than her hands and face, no extra skin could be seen on her body.

In such a stuffy style, besides Ji Jun, Xia Ling could not think of anyone else who would dress her like this... ...

Hearing the clanging sound, Xia Ling looked down and saw a thin chain fastened on her slender ankle, extending all the way into the depths of the palace.

Oh, Ji Jun, is this the same as him?

Xia Ling got off the bed and walked around the palace, which was cold and golden.

The furnishings of the palace were simple. Apart from the bed, there was a row of bookshelves and some decorations. It was obvious that the servants had helped Ji Jun settle down.

The place was clean and tidy, like Ji Jun's life aura. It did not seem to be stained at all?

The thin chain on her ankle... ... had very small restrictive symbols. The power in Xia Ling's body was completely restrained, but this thin chain was also an immortal artifact ...

No matter how far Xia Ling walked, this thin chain would not hinder her.

However, as long as she walked to the entrance of the palace, this thin chain would directly bring her back to the position beside the bed... ...

Very good, Ji Jun was a ruthless person!

Xia Ling tried a few times, but the result was the same.

Sitting on the couch, she stared at her fair ankles and thought seriously.

If she cut off her foot, could she break free and use ghost magic to make her foot grow back?

"favorability + 3. "

There was a crisp sound in her mind, which was a hint that her favorability had increased.

There was movement from outside, and Xia Ling looked up following the sound.

From the palace entrance, a figure wearing golden-red armor stepped in from outside.

This armor was Ji Jun's battle robe, and this cold and powerful aura came from his cold and calm face.

Ji Jun looked like a god of war, completely different from the little cutie that she had imprisoned in the weaving Feather Palace.

Xia Ling narrowed her eyes, feeling that the light on Ji Jun's body was a bit dazzling.

She raised her hand to cover her eyes.

Xia Ling listened to the footsteps and felt the aura. She looked down and saw JI jun standing still.

"weaving feather ghost JI, " the man's indifferent voice sounded.

"Hmm? " Xia Ling put down her hand and looked up at him.

She was sitting on his white and calm couch while he was standing in front of her.

The two of them were facing each other. Their eyes met, and the atmosphere somehow brought out the tension of the battle between the two armies.

Ji Jun narrowed his eyes and looked down at the woman from above. His scrutinizing gaze fell on Zhi Yu's fair and beautiful face.

There was a kind of woman who would never look like a fairy even if she wore fairy clothes.

"What's the saying? The wheel of fortune changes? "