Chapter 939
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Luo Qingchen was stunned. She moved deeper into the bed and her face couldn't help blushing as she said, "I don't know. In short, the current situation is very dangerous and my memories are very blurry!"
"Un humph?" Murong Ming gave a soft snort and a faint Liguang flashed in his eyes as he said, "You're going to the palace tomorrow?"
"Un." She seemed to have thought of something as she looked at him and asked, "What happened to those thirty three malicious spirits?"
"They ran away." He lazily narrowed his eyes and shrugged as he said, "They won't appear in the capital for the next seven days."
"Ze, ze ….." She couldn't help praising, "They really are divine level malicious spirits that have been dead for seven hundred years. Dealing with those kinds of evil spirits, they can be done in a matter of minutes!"
"Go to sleep!" Seeing her face that was as white as snow and still chattering non-stop, he couldn't help but frown. He said, "I'll go to the palace with you tomorrow."
Hundred years of hell, a life and death stage.
Seven hundred years of gratitude and grudges, it was time to come to an end.
The reason why the Wu people were able to live for so long was not because of the witches or their weak divination skills.
It was because they had the protection of something and this thing's cultivation was immeasurable. Of course, it might have already cultivated into a human form.
"You want to go to the palace with me?" Her brows slightly moved as she said, "I am Grandmaster Si Yue, what are you?"
"What do you hope to be?" He crossed his arms and closed his eyes as his lips curled into a faint smile.
"A follower!"
"… …" He said in a hoarse voice, "Go to sleep."
Luo Qingchen wanted to say something, but she was once again attracted by his side profile.
His long eyelashes gently trembled and his thin lips slightly pursed made people's hearts palpitate.
It was probably because he wasn't human that his skin was as white as snow. If she didn't know that he was a ghost that had been dead for seven hundred years, she would have thought that he was a handsome young man!
"Don't look at me like that …" His deep blue eyes slightly opened as they glowed. He looked at her and said, "I'll think that you've fallen in love with me."
"Pfff —" Luo Qingchen chuckled, "I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic after being a ghost for seven hundred years! Do you know that humans and ghosts walk different paths? Who would … fall in love with you! "
Luo Qingchen's voice gradually became softer as she spoke. His ears were burning hot, and his heart was thumping non-stop.
"That better be the case." His cool breath tickled her ear as he coldly said, "Because I won't fall in love with anyone."
It was the same seven hundred years ago, and it was still the same seven hundred years later.
Back then, when he was the Emperor, he had created an empty harem.
No matter how beautiful they were, no matter how beautiful they were, none of them could enter his heart.
Loneliness and solitude walked side by side, and a bottle of sake was enough for him to pass several lonely nights.
Many times, he thought that his heart was as calm as water, but every time he thought of her standing in the middle of thirty-three ghosts, covered in blood, with a confident smile on her lips, his heart would tremble uncontrollably.
This was the first time he had trembled like this, and this feeling was so strange to him.
He had never felt this feeling seven hundred years ago, but he was experiencing it seven hundred years later.
She didn't respond to his words, but shrunk into the quilt and muttered in her heart, "Let's wait and see."
Seeing that he didn't want to lie down to sleep, she covered him with the quilt and said, "Follower, it's already late, remember to keep warm!"
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