Chapter 85 - 85 This Dress Doesn't Suit You, Don't Wear It Again

85 This Dress Doesn’t Suit You, Don’t Wear It Again

“This dress doesn’t suit you. Don’t wear it again.” Huo Junhan stood up and turned to leave.

Shen Yaowei sat on the ground and pursed her lips as she watched Huo Junhan leave.

Bang—

After the door closed, a small figure rushed out from under the bed and headed straight for Shen Yaowei.

Pa Pa ran to Shen Yaowei with its two green, thin branches and legs. It climbed quickly up Shen Yaowei’s legs to her shoulder and rubbed its face against her cheek. “I’m afraid…”

Damn it.

It had just been under the bed and was almost scared to death by that temperamental man.

That man’s aura was really comparable to the king of the underworld.

Shen Yaowei did not know what was going on in Pa Pa’s heart at all. Thinking that Pa Pa was comforting her, she reached out and touched its flower bud. “Don’t be afraid. My Ninth Imperial Uncle only looks a little scary, but he’s actually not that scary…”

Although she said that, her tone was more or less weak.

She had just seen how fast her Ninth Imperial Uncle’s mood could change.

Shen Yaowei had no idea what this man was thinking. She only felt exhausted, both physically and mentally. Slowly, she stood up from the ground and walked towards the bed.

…

At this moment, in the hot spring in the backyard.

In the huge natural hot spring, Huo Junhan sat leaning against the shore, his wet black hair pouring over the water. His handsome face was shrouded in fog, and his thick black eyelashes were lowered with moisture, leaving small silhouettes on his pale jade-like cheeks.

His mind was filled with the girl’s muslin-clad appearance and her drunken, hazy eyes.

His breathing became uneven.

Suddenly—

A cold wind blew past, extinguishing all the lights around the hot spring.

The temperature instantly dropped, and broken ice appeared in the hot spring pool that was originally steaming.

Huo Junhan slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead indifferently.

A ball of black smoke slowly condensed into a human figure in the air behind Huo Junhan.

She was covered in a black robe. The black hood covered her head, and the drooping brim covered most of her face, revealing only a pale pointed chin and blood-like lips.

With a malicious smile on her lips, the upper body of the black-robed woman bent down at a strange angle and leaned her face close to Huo Junhan’s ear. “I really didn’t expect you to be so concerned about that girl. Let me guess, why did you let that fool stay here?”

The woman’s voice was as gentle as the whisper of someone intimate to him.

Huo Junhan sat there without moving and slowly said, “If you dare to appear in front of her, don’t blame me for being rude to you.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Why are you so fierce? No matter what, our relationship is closer than your relationship with that girl.” The black-robed woman’s neck stretched like a snake, all the way to Huo Junhan so that she was facing him. “You let that girl stay here because you want to protect her, right? That’s right. Other than me, who’s trapped here, if the evil spirits in the world want to step into this courtyard, they have to consider if they have a thousand years of cultivation.”

“Are you done? If you’re done, get lost.” Huo Junhan’s tone was as cold as ice without any fluctuation.

“Don’t forget your identity and your mission. The world is about to be in chaos, and the Ghost King will return. Nothing must go wrong at this time.” The black-robed woman’s tone suddenly changed, becoming sharp and unpleasant. “Huo Junhan, if you’ve forgotten, then neither you nor that fool can bear the anger of the Ghost King. As your…”

Before the black-robed woman could finish, Huo Junhan raised his hand and grabbed her neck.