“Un humph?” Murong Ming gave a soft snort. A faint sparkle appeared in his eyes as he said, “You want to go into the palace tomorrow?”
“Un.” She didn’t even think as she turned and asked him, “How are those thirty three ghosts?”
“They ran.” He narrowed his eyes and gave a shrug, “They won’t appear in the capital for seven days.”
“Ze, ze……” She couldn’t help praising, “You really are a divine ghost who died seven hundred years ago, you take care of these ghosts in a matter of minutes!”
“Go sleep!” Seeing her pale as snow face and how she kept talking, he couldn’t help knitting his brows, “I’ll go into the palace with you tomorrow.”
At the stage of death.
The grudge of seven hundred years can’t be understood.
The reason the witch race could live to this day was not because of their witchcraft or their weak divination.
It was because they were sheltered by something and the cultivation of this thing was immeasurable. Of course, maybe it had already cultivated into human form.
“You want to enter the palace with me?” She said, “But I am Master Moon Control, what are you?”
“What do you want?” He crossed his hands across his chest and close his eyes as he revealed a faint smile.
“Follower!”
“......” He said in a dumbfounded voice, “Sleep.”
Luo Qing Chen wanted to say something, but she was attracted by the side view of his face.
The long lashes trembled slightly and those pursed lips made people’s hearts skip a beat.
It was because he wasn’t human that his skin was as white as snow. If one didn’t know that he was a ghost who had died seven hundred years ago, they would think that he was a handsome young man!
“Don’t look at me……” He slightly opened his blue eyes and looked at her with a sparkle, “I will think that you’ve fallen in love with me.”
“Pu.” Luo Qing Chen’s lips twitched as she said with a faint smile, “I never thought that after being a ghost for seven hundred years, you would be this narcissistic! Humans and ghosts are different, alright? Who would…..fall in love with you!”
When she reached the end, Luo Qing Chen’s voice became softer. Her ears were warm and her heart was beating fast.
“It is best if it’s like this.” His cool breath tickled her ears as he coldly said, “Because I won’t love anyone.”
It was like this seven hundred years ago, it would be like this now.
When he was the emperor, his harem was completely empty.
No matter who tried, no matter how shameless a woman was, no one could enter his heart.
Loneliness went with solitude, a single pot of wine was enough for him to spend lonely nights with.
The first time he felt this, this feeling was very strange to him.
He never felt this feeling seven hundred years ago, but he experienced it so vividly seven hundred years later.
She didn’t reply to him and just shrank back into her blanket as she muttered in her heart: We’ll see.
Seeing that he didn’t want to lie down to sleep, she put the blanket over him, “Follower, it’s late! You should take care to keep warm!”