She fell into a warm embrace as a gentle voice sounded by her ear, “Are you crazy?”
Then there was a long dark.
He softly held her as the cold light in his eyes sparkled. When he looked up, there was a golden light that appeared between his eyes.
All the ghosts bowed down at that moment.
That night was destined to be an extraordinary night. The world changed colours and the ghost gate opened.–
When she opened her eyes again, she was in an inn.
Zhi Zi was sitting on the side, carefully bandaging her wounds.
She only had vague memories of what happened. She knew what had happened, but she couldn’t accept this thought.
She didn’t feel any pain then and her mind was filled with bloody killing intent.
Even using mutual destruction to achieve a goal, just for the pleasure of the moment and the scent of blood.
But now.“Si, so painful!” She slightly knit her brows and gritted her teeth in pain
Zhi Zi beside her looked at her in admiration, “Miss, your performance at the cemetery was just too…..too…..brave!”
“It should be terrifying!” Luo Qing Chen narrowed her eyes and replied in embarrassment.
“It was simply crazy.” A cold voice came from not far away. She looked up to see the person standing by the window.
Murong Ming was dressed in a black brocaded robe, leaning against the moon. His azure eyes had a dim cold glow to them and his carved features were so handsome that they couldn’t be compared.
“You…..When did you come out!” Luo Qing Chen was stunned, as if she couldn’t believe Murong Ming was in front of her.
If he could leave the imperial tomb, why did he stay inside for seven hundred years?
“I came out when you came out.” He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Netherworld Ring on her left hand.
Luo Qing Chen said in a voice of understanding, “You were in the ring?”
“Un.” He looked at her pale face and nodded, as a very strange feeling filled his heart.
A feeling that he shouldn’t have as someone with his position.
“Young master, there’s a ceremony in the palace tomorrow! I heard it’s that dog emperor’s birthday!” Zhi Zi bandaged her wounds as she said, “Young master, I’ll head to the palace first.”
“Murong Han Xuan’s birthday!” Luo Qing Chen gritted her teeth and said, “If we don’t cause some trouble…..isn’t it a waste!”
“Waste?” Murong Ming narrowed his eyes, “Does it not hurt anymore?”
It really was unknown what this person was thinking. It made him curious and also…..a bit pained.
“It does! Of course it hurts!” Luo Qing Chen looked down to see that she was wrapped up like a mummy, “But I still don’t like him!”
That kind of trash man and woman, it was simply torturing her if she didn’t take care of them.
Past and present, all grudges had to be repaid!
“Relax, he won’t be any better off.” Murong Ming turned to Zhi Zi and said, “You can go. Yang qi is strong during the day and although you have a yin body, the imperial family is the son of heaven and has a strong pressure on ghosts. Be careful.”
“Understood, young master!”
After Zhi Zi left, Murong Ming slowly came to her bed and looked at her without turning.
After looking at her for a while, he still didn’t turn away.
She touched her ears in embarrassment and said with a faint smile, “Why do you keep looking at me!”
“Sacrificing yourself to a divine artifact, who taught you?” Murong Ming sat on her bed and leaned back, but there was a chill in his eyes.
