“Never mind! We can barely take care of ourselves! Little brother, no one must know about this. We must keep it a secret, or our reputation will be ruined!” Black Ghost replied calmly. He knew that Lan Ling’er’s book of life and death hadn’t yet recorded her time of death, so they hadn’t been discovered for making her disappear.
“Our foot strength is too heavy! If we catch her again, we’ll perish together!” Bai Wuchang said weakly.
Is that the voice of Hei and Bai Wuchang?
I actually crossed over! Damn it, those hateful Hei and Bai Wuchang, how can you be ghosts and not let me die! Lan Ling’er pinched herself: Heavens, I hope I’m just daydreaming!
“Ouch!” I’m not dreaming, and I’m not dead, I’ve really crossed over! My god! What should I do? I’ve heard crossing over is quite popular, but do I really need to follow this trend?
Chen Xiaosheng happily said, “If I were you, I wouldn’t hate the Hei and Bai Wuchang. I would take a photo with them and ask for their autograph; they’re famous figures in heaven and earth!”
Lan Ling’er, however, took out a knife and hummed, “Then, you can say goodbye to this world!” Hearing the hateful dialogue of Hei and Bai Wuchang, she tightly grabbed her clothes, her face full of anger. This was too ridiculous—she had crossed over just like that?
“Immortal sister?” Dong Fang’che called softly, dressed but gripping his collar tightly; a slight smile appeared on his face.
“What is it? Your Highness, this lowly woman deserves to die for offending you. Please grant me death!” Lan Ling’er said, changing her demeanor to a ghostly laugh. Though originally impatient, she wasn’t afraid of the prince; she had her own schemes.
“Immortal sister, please get up! Let’s play a game!” Dong Fang’che said with a laugh, pulling her up from the ground. He was somewhat confused but thought having an immortal sister was even more fun than a game.
Transmigration? I’ve actually transmigrated to a strange capital city, completely alone and without any connections.
