My Wife is an Exorcist

Chapter 9 Flirting Without Knowing It

Inside the restroom.

Emma scooped up a few handfuls of cold water and washed off the black powder on her face with the hand sanitizer, revealing a pale and absolutely beautiful little face.

She rolled up her sleeves, and there was a deep bloody gash on her arm.

It was just scratched by the old lady in a delirious situation ......

This injury was not a problem, she had a special physique and her wounds recovered a bit faster than ordinary people, and she would be able to recover without a trace in a couple days.

With her skills, dealing with those evil spirits is also a piece of cake.

Only she did not eat today for a day, previously dealt with three snow mastiffs and spent the spiritual sense, the body is too tired, but let that evil demon body seize the opportunity to escape from the window ......

But under this kind of Fierce Fury, if it can't succeed, the person who planted the Fury will be revolted, so the person behind the curtain will definitely come again, and then, she will then kill all of them in one go!

Coldness raged within Emma's body, and a fatal exhaustion struck her, she could barely stand.

Every time she overused her spiritual sense, her body would fall into a weakened state, and she needed to reabsorb her spiritual qi in order to recover as quickly as possible.

There was an abundance of aura on Mount Yun Qing, and usually she would be fine after lying down in the Fju Cave and taking a nap.

But this is Los Angeles, the metropolis hustle and bustle and vulgarity, heaven and earth aura is extremely scarce ......

Emma looked at her bloodless lips in the mirror and remembered the image of her kissing Oliver not too long ago in the heat of the moment.

At the moment she kissed Oliver, she felt a powerful spiritual energy that surged into her body in a steady stream, and her limbs and bones warmed up with it.

Oliver's one kiss added more to her than even three days of seclusion in the Fju Cave ......

Emma couldn't help but reach out and touch her lips.

So much that she wanted to ...... feel it again.

"What are you reminiscing about?" The man's low mellow voice rang out coldly.

As soon as Emma looked back, she saw Oliver's figure in the mirror.

She looked back with delight, her eyes shining, "Mr. Oliver!"

Oliver was leaning against the door, frowning at her with a silent dislike.

But Emma, who was extremely blunt in that regard, smiled and stepped forward, answering truthfully, "I was reminiscing, when I kissed you earlier."

Oliver: "......"

He doesn't know if this woman is too segmented and is flirting with him with the most innocent and clean expression she can muster, or if she's really just a silly sweetie, teasing without realizing it.

Oliver reached out and pushed her head away a bit, "The old lady is awake, the doctor is examining her."

Emma wasn't surprised, she could naturally take care of that when she stepped in.

"Since the old lady is fine, are you any happier now?" She asked while moving closer to Oliver again.

Even if she couldn't kiss him, being closer to him, she could feel enveloped in warmth and her spiritual energy returning.

"......"

Oliver frowned, still the first time someone asked him such a question.

Happy?

Who cared if he was happy?

Oliver avoided her undisguised hot gaze and noticed Emma's still bleeding hand.

He frowned slightly and stepped out to take hold of her wrist.

The wound was three or four centimeters deep, to say the least, and grew more alarming on the pale, slender arm.

"You want to die if you don't treat the wound?"

Emma looked down at the small section of her arm that was held by Oliver, and the slightest hint of residual warmth grew out of the cold bloody flesh ......

"Mr. Oliver ......" As Oliver was about to let go, Emma hurriedly held his hand back, like a pitiful puppy, "I'm in pain, it seems better when you hold it like this... ..."

Oliver: "......"

Perhaps out of compensation for her saving the old lady's life, Oliver ends up medicating her himself.

"I don't do it lightly." He gave Emma a final cautionary look.

Emma had her chin in her hand and never took her eyes off of him, smiling and shaking her head, living like a late stage love brain, "It's okay, as long as you're the one putting the medicine on me, it won't hurt."

Being next to him like this was more effective than any painkiller.

Ethan, who was an assistant, felt redundant next to him.

This Miss Emma looks at her own second master with eyes that are full of joy that are almost overflowing ...... Wait, she won't look at whoever, whoever dies, right?

Ethan was startled by this sudden thought.

Over there, the doctor had already finished examining the old lady, confirming that the person was already fine, and specially came to report to Oliver, "...... Second Master, the old lady is clamoring to see you, saying that she has something urgent to say to you."

"Got it."

Oliver got up at the same time, Emma followed and stood up, being glanced at by him nonchalantly, "Sit down."

"Oh ......" Emma obediently sat down, her face full of reluctance, "So when are you coming back?"

Although the hug can't kiss can't, but can lean against him in close proximity, Emma felt that her body is gradually regaining strength.

Oliver frowned faintly.

This little woman really does not know how to write the word reserved ......

He didn't bother to chime in and turned to walk away.

Emma looked at Oliver's back and sighed straight, her eyes full of reluctance.

Her spiritual power pool ah ......

"Ahem." Ethan coughed from the side, frowning and reminding, "Miss Emma, our second master has always had little interest in women, much less your type, you'd better be sensible ......"

"Your name is Ethan right?" Emma looked at him with a sideways glance, a completely different look from when she faced Oliver just now, indifferent and cool, a light glance swept over, there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

Ethan was actually looked at by this little girl heart hairy.

Emma faintly told him, ''Your second master, I'll follow him. As for whether he's interested in women or men, it doesn't matter to me. I advise you to worry about worrying about yourself ......"

She lightly narrowed those good-looking fox eyes and scrutinized Ethan, a wisp of imperceptible ghostly light dripping from the bottom of her eyes.

"Don't look around outside today, and keep this peace talisman close to you." Saying that, Emma pulled out a piece of yellow amulet paper folded into a triangle from her cloth bag and placed it on the table.

"I don't ......"

Ethan opened his mouth to refuse, but he saw the talisman drawn in vermilion on the yellow paper fluoresce in the sunlight and disappear in the blink of an eye.

He swallowed back the words that came to his lips, his heart growing creepier.

Ethan coughed softly, reached out and surreptitiously took the talisman paper and stuffed it directly into his pocket.

This little gadget doesn't take up much space anyway ......