Chapter 939 Ghost Marriage Bride: Substitute Sacrifice (17)

Luo Qingchen was stunned, and consciously moved inside the bed, with a blush on her cheeks, she said: "I don't know, anyway, the current situation is very dangerous, and my memory is also very vague!"

"Hmm?" Murong Ming snorted lightly, and a very faint light flashed in his eyes and said: "Are you going to the palace tomorrow?"

"Hmm." She seemed to remember something, looked at him sideways and asked: "What happened to the thirty-three evil spirits?"

"Run away." He squinted lazily, shrugged and said: "Within seven days, they will not appear in Kyoto City."

"Tsk tsk..." She couldn't help but admire: "It's really a god-level evil spirit that has been dead for seven hundred years. It only takes a few minutes to deal with that kind of evil spirits!"

"Go to sleep!" Seeing her pale face like snow, she was still chattering non-stop. He couldn't help but frowned and said: "I will go to the palace with you tomorrow."

A hundred years of Shura field, a jump to the life and death stage.

Seven hundred years of grievances, there should be an understanding.

The reason why the Wu clan can be immortal to this day is not because of Wuzhu or the weak divination technique.

It is because they have the protection of something, and the cultivation of this thing is probably immeasurable. Of course, it may have already cultivated into a human form.

"You want to go to the palace with me?" She said with a slight movement of her eyebrows: "I am Master Si Yue, what are you?"

"What do you hope for?" He crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and raised a very faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Follower!"

"..." He said in a hoarse voice: "Go to sleep."

Luo Qingchen looked sideways and wanted to say something, but his profile attracted his attention again.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his thin lips pursed slightly, which made people feel palpitations.

Probably because he is not a human, his skin can be as white as snow. If I didn't know that he was a ghost who had been dead for seven hundred years, at first glance, I would have thought he was a handsome boy with a charming face!

"Don't look at me like that..." His azure eyes slightly opened, with a gleam of brilliance, and he looked at her and said, "I would have thought you were in love with me."

"Puff——" Luo Qingchen pulled the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "I didn't expect that after being a ghost for seven hundred years, you are still so narcissistic! Do you understand that humans and ghosts are different? Who would... fall in love with you!"

When he said the latter part, Luo Qingchen's voice gradually became lighter. Her ears were burning, and her heart was beating non-stop.

"It's better to do so." His cool breath tickled her ears, and he said coldly, "Because I won't fall in love with anyone."

It was like this seven hundred years ago, and it will still be like this seven hundred years later.

When he was in power as an emperor, he set up an entire harem.

No matter how beautiful the woman was, no one could enter his heart.

Loneliness and solitude go hand in hand, and a pot of sake is enough for him to spend several lonely nights.

He thought several times that his heart was as calm as water, but whenever he thought of her standing among thirty-three evil spirits, covered in blood, but with an extremely confident smile on her lips, his heart trembled unconsciously.

It was the first time he had such a tremor, and this feeling was so unfamiliar to him.

He had never felt this feeling seven hundred years ago, but he experienced it to the fullest seven hundred years later.

She did not respond to his words, but shrank into the quilt, whispering in her heart: Let's wait and see.

Seeing that he had no intention of lying down to sleep, she covered him with the quilt and said: "Follower, it's late at night, keep warm!"

After a long time, his slightly helpless voice sounded: "I am a ghost, I am not afraid of the cold."