The fat man asked innocently: “Miss, what’s wrong? Your face looks terrible. Let me take you to a doctor…”
“Go die!” I slapped him away. Just as I was about to move, I looked down to see a duck blocking my path. Just as I was about to kick it, a chill ran down my back. An ice pillar pierced through my shoulder blade, almost making me faint from pain. Turning around, I saw Qing Yuan’s hand still emanating cold air, coldly staring at me.
I covered my wound, my teeth chattering: “Are you also from the ghost domain?”
The fat man laughed: “I’ve always said I’m a ghost.”
Those who don’t believe me should die.”
I sneered: “You’ve hidden yourself well.”
“Tsk, if you can disguise your divine body, why can’t I learn to do the same?”
The fat man’s voice was no longer lazy, but clear and steady. His mortal appearance gradually disappeared. His hair turned silver-white, a snow-white forehead slowly emerged, followed by a pair of smiling black eyes, a straight nose bridge, and pale pink thin lips. A wide white robe draped around him, looking exactly like a playful young master.
Seeing his black eyes and silver hair, I went cold: “Mu Chen.”
Ghost King Mu Chen, the one who had slapped me off a cliff during the divine-ghost war a thousand years ago, shattering my soul. The horrifying pain from back then surged in my mind, mixing with my shoulder wound, almost making me pass out.
No wonder Qing Yuan was slightly surprised when he saw the “fat man”, no wonder he could report to the Ghost King so quickly.
Qingyuan had already gathered ice pillars in his hand. Just as he was about to strike, Mu Chuan swept his sleeve and forcefully dispersed the ice, rushing over with a stunned expression, gripping my shoulders as if to dislocate them, his voice trembling: “Susu!”
Huh? Susu? I looked at him, thinking this guy had mistaken me for someone else.
Of course not.
I was being shaken to the point of despair and said disdainfully, “Is this another one of your methods of teasing women? Pretending to be an old acquaintance is too cliché.”
