"What is the Palace Master looking for from me?"

he asked in a low voice.

Xie Lingxi shook her head slightly: "Sister Palace Mistress was seriously injured. She was in my room and said she wanted to see you immediately if she had something to do. You should hurry over there."

Are you injured? I remember that the profession of a musician is a nanny in the spirit realm, with the ability to produce life essence.

How badly did she get hurt? What level of bewitching demon shot and injured her?

But why do you insist on seeing me when you are injured? Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly: "Give me the room card."

Taking the room card from Xie Lingxi, Zhang Yuanqing came to the presidential suite and swiped open the door.

"Didi!"

After the beep, he turned the doorknob and entered the room.

The luxuriously furnished hall was empty, Zhang Yuanqing took a few glances and said, "Palace Master?"

An ethereal and melodious voice came from the bedroom, somewhat weak, "Inside."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately walked through the hall and pushed open the door of the master bedroom. There was also a small hall in the master bedroom. After passing through the small hall, he saw the palace master Zhisha on the imperial concubine's bed by the window.

She was still wearing an ancient red dress, with cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread on the chest, sleeves and hem. She was lying on her side on a soft couch, her head supported by a lotus root arm that bullied frost and snow.

The beautiful eyes under the silver mask silently stared at him who came in.

The figure is very beautiful, I don't know what kind of face is under the mask.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced over the two exquisite little feet exposed under the skirt without missing a trace.

This is a woman who doesn't like to wear shoes.

"I heard that the palace lord has something to do with me?" Zhang Yuanqing sat down at the desk not far from the imperial concubine's bed.

The Master of the Killing Palace narrowed his eyes and said with a smile:

"I was injured by the Heavenly King of Bishop Bing, and it is difficult to recover in a short period of time. The enemy is chasing Songhai, and I must find a way to protect myself. Therefore, I need you!"

Bishop Bing's heavenly king actually chased Songhai? Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, and he was taken aback when he heard the second half of the sentence:

"need me?"

Do you need me to die for you!

Palace Mistress Zhisha nodded lightly, twisted her hair with green fingers, and said:

"I have an item called 'Embrace of the Emperor Wa', it can quickly heal my injuries, no matter how serious it is, the effect is far superior to the original life liquid, but there is a price for using it, I can't pay this price, so I need you .�

I see! Zhang Yuanqing nodded first, then realized something was wrong, what price must he have?

Neither Zhang Yuanqing nor Yuanshi Tianzun possessed this particularity.

So, he asked cautiously: "What price?"

Palace Mistress Zhisha sat up, put her hands on her lower abdomen, sat in a ladylike posture, and sighed:

"The price of Wahuang's Embrace is that to save a person, one must be sacrificed. The sacrifice must be a male, and it must be a man whom the sacrificer loves most." JrNovels.com