Ghost King threw Ning Xian against the wall of the basement. After she fell to the ground, he stepped on her chest.
"I didn't! It was their plan! Ghost King, you can't believe her!" Ning Xian grabbed Ghost King's foot and shook her head in horror.
"I heard it with my own ears, yet you're still lying to me." Ghost King exerted more force with his foot.
"Ah!"
Ning Yan was frozen and couldn't speak. He could only watch Ning Xian in pain.
"Look at her! She brought another man with her! Wake up! She won't like you! She didn't like you before, and she still doesn't like you now!" Ning Xian suddenly found the strength to break free from Ghost King's grasp. She pointed at Shi Sheng and Feng Jin and screamed hysterically.
"You're talking nonsense." Ghost King slapped Ning Xian across the air.
Ning Xian staggered and fell to her knees. Her expression was both crazed and mocking. "I'm talking nonsense! Turn around and look! Why don't you dare to look at them? Even if I lied to you back then, I'm not lying to you now! "
Ghost King angrily slapped Ning Xian. Ning Xian kept laughing hysterically.
She'd guarded him for a hundred years, but it couldn't compare to her ten-odd years.
"You're a coward!" Ning Xian roared.
"I'm a coward?" Ghost King seemed to be stunned by her words. He repeated them with a strange tone.
"If you're not a coward, then what are you? Back then, I told you that Ning Ying had eloped with someone else. If you had chased after her, you might have discovered the truth. But you didn't. You only massacred the Ning family to vent your anger. If you're not a coward, then what are you? "
Ning Xian's voice was hoarse, but every word was heartbreaking.
Ghost King glared at Ning Xian. Ning Xian had nothing left to lose. Her expression was resolute.
If he hadn't heard her words, she might still have a chance. But now …
From the moment she saw Ning Ying, she knew that there were only two outcomes for her. Either Ning Ying turned to ashes, or she turned to ashes.
Her eyes glinted fiercely. Neither outcome was what she wanted to see. So, she would turn to ashes with her. No one could have him.
Ning Xian suddenly shot toward Shi Sheng.
Shi Sheng, "…" 'Do you really think we're filming a drama where you can die together with me just because you want to??'
Shi Sheng waved his Iron Sword forward, and an invisible airflow rushed toward Ning Xian. Ning Xian's body was pushed back uncontrollably, and she was slammed against the wall.
Ning Xian's face was filled with disbelief. How could she be so powerful?
He couldn't even get close to her.
At this moment, Ning Xian was truly in despair.
All of this happened in just a few seconds. By the time the Ghost King reacted, Ning Xian had already been slammed against the wall.
"You're courting death." She even dared to attack Ning Ying in front of him.
Thus, the Ghost King added another kick.
This time, Ning Xian couldn't even get up.
She was lying on the ground with a pained expression, but her lips were curled into a strange smile.
"Ning Ying, I only lost to you because Father chose you back then, not me." If Father had chosen her back then, he would have loved her instead.
"Then why don't you go back and let him choose again?" Shi Sheng replied with a faint smile, his eyes curving into crescents. She was clearly the image of a goddess, but for some reason, she made people feel like she deserved a beating.
Ning Xian was so angry that she couldn't take her last breath. She died from anger.
Her figure gradually disappeared into thin air.
…
Only then did the Ghost King look at Shi Sheng. His expression was complicated. There was guilt, regret, suspicion, jealousy … and deep love.
"Ying Ying …"
Feng Jin took a step forward and pulled Shi Sheng into his arms. He wanted to declare his sovereignty and protect Shi Sheng.
He was a man. How could he always stand behind a woman?
Shi Sheng turned his head and smiled at him. "Don't worry. Even if there's a celestial standing in front of me, you're the only one in my heart."
Feng Jin's expression darkened, and he refused to look at her. She was always sweet-talking. Who knew how many people she'd said that to?
But his grip tightened.
Shi Sheng rolled his eyes. This troublesome little vixen. Her body was much more honest than her mouth!
The Ghost King watched the two of them being lovey-dovey. He really wanted to rush up and kill Feng Jin, but he became timid.
Just like back then, he didn't dare to look for her. That was why he missed out on so many truths.
If he hadn't come here today, maybe …
When he thought about how he might have attacked her because of a misunderstanding, he felt that it would be too easy for Ning Xian to die just like that.
He looked at Shi Sheng with a complicated expression. It was as if he had a thousand things to say, but in the end, he only managed to say one sentence.
"Ying Ying, I'll come find you."
After saying this, the Ghost King left with Ning Yan.
Shi Sheng was dumbfounded. They left just like that?
They weren't going to fight anymore?
"He's stronger than Nalan Ying," Feng Jin commented.
Shi Sheng put away his Iron Sword and didn't say anything. Shi Sheng didn't comment on whether the Ghost King really liked the original Shi Sheng. She wasn't interested in outsiders like him.
She was only interested in the male and female leads.
The Step-mother Alliance was formed to oppose the male and female leads.
Please call her the Eccentric Little Princess.
The male and female leads: "…" Was it their fault for being the male and female leads?
… …
By the time Shi Sheng and Feng Jin left, the sky was already starting to brighten. A group of people had surrounded the old residence's entrance and were staring at it cross-eyed.
They'd already done a headcount, and there were only four people who hadn't come out yet.
Now that they saw someone come out, they felt like they had eliminated another suspect.
However, just as they were wondering which of the remaining three people was the despicable one, Feng Jin took out the medals he'd put away earlier and poured them onto the ground.
The group of people stared at the pile of medals, dumbfounded.
Was … was it that brat from the Feng family?
Was there really going to be a Grandmaster this year?
But this was too despicable. They couldn't accept it.
Shi Sheng smiled sarcastically. Those three people were probably still lying in the old residence.
An Su and Little White, who'd found another medal at some point, looked at each other and saw the words' as expected 'in each other's eyes.
"Feng Jin, you actually used underhanded means. Where are Wei Li, Song Jiang, and Guo Cheng? What did you do to them? "
They came out with their medals, which meant that they'd gotten all the medals …
But those three people still hadn't come out. They couldn't have been killed by him, right?
"Inside." Feng Jin's words were short and forceful.
Inside? What did he mean?
Little White finally remembered that his master hadn't come out yet. He hurriedly dragged An Su over. "… Where's my master?"
He was looking in the direction of Shi Sheng, so he was also asking about Shi Sheng.
Shi Sheng hadn't attached any talismans when he came out. Little White's question caused the people who'd been shocked by the medals to turn their gazes to Shi Sheng, who was wearing an aqua blue dress.
The weather had already turned cold, but she was wearing a summer dress with five quarter sleeves.
This …
It was a ghost.
"Feng Jin, you're actually raising a ghost!" Someone shouted. "That's against the rules!"
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[Mid-autumn Update]
I wish all the babies a happy mid-autumn, your studies progress, and happiness.
The author, who only has two hands, also wants to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. He's as busy as a dog, so please understand.
Also, I'm begging for Lian Rong mooncakes, hairy crabs, flower lanterns, double-yellow mooncakes, jade rabbits, Wu Gang, Wu Gang, Wu Gang, Wu Gang, important things must be repeated three times ~ ~
(For those who don't understand this joke, please look at the tips)
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