Luo Qingchen was stunned, then consciously moved into the bed, with a blush on her cheeks and said: "I don't know, anyway, the current situation is very dangerous, and my memory is also very blurry!"
"Hmm?" Murong Ming snorted softly, and a faint light flashed in his eyes: "Are you going to the palace tomorrow?"
"Yeah." She seemed to remember something, looked at him sideways and asked, "How are the thirty-three ghosts?"
"Run away." He narrowed his eyes lazily, shrugged and said, "I won't appear in Kyoto City within seven days."
"Tsk tsk..." She couldn't help but admire: "He is indeed a god-level ghost who has been dead for seven hundred years. He can deal with that kind of evil spirit in a matter of minutes!"
"Go to sleep!" Seeing her face as pale as snow, she kept chirping. He couldn't help but frown and said, "I will enter the palace with you tomorrow."
The centuries-old Shura field has leapt onto the stage of life and death.
Seven hundred years of grudges and grudges should also be understood.
The reason why the witch clan has been able to survive to this day is not because of witchcraft or the weak divination skills.
It's because they are protected by something, and the practice of this thing is probably immeasurable. Of course, it may have already been cultivated into a human form.
"You want to enter the palace with me?" She raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "I am Master Siyue, who are you?"
"What do you hope for?" He crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Follow!"
"..." He said in a mute voice: "Go to sleep."
Luo Qingchen looked sideways and wanted to say something, but his profile attracted her attention again.
The long eyelashes tremble slightly, and the thin lips are slightly pursed, which makes people feel heart palpitations.
Probably because he is not human, his skin can be as white as snow. If I hadn't known that he was a ghost who had been dead for seven hundred years, at first glance, I would have thought he was some handsome boy with a bewildering appearance!
"Don't look at me like that..." His blue eyes opened slightly, glowing with a sparkle, and he looked at her and said, "I would have thought you were in love with me."
"Pfft--" Luo Qingchen chuckled at the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic after being a ghost for seven hundred years! Do you understand that humans and ghosts have different paths? Who would... fall in love with you!"
When talking about the latter part, Luo Qingchen's voice gradually became softer. My ears felt hot, and my heart was beating like a thump.
"It's best this way." His cool breath tickled her ear, and he said coldly: "Because I won't fall in love with anyone."
It was like this seven hundred years ago, and it will still be like this seven hundred years later.
Back then, when he was emperor, he had an entire harem empty.
No matter how indifferent she was, no matter how wan-tongued the woman was, none of them entered his heart.
Loneliness and loneliness go hand in hand, and a bottle of sake is enough for him to spend several lonely nights.
He thought his heart was as calm as water several times, but whenever he thought of her standing among thirty-three ghosts, covered in blood, with an extremely confident smile on her lips, his heart trembled involuntarily.
It was the first time he had this kind of tremor, and this feeling was so unfamiliar to him.
A feeling that he had never experienced seven hundred years ago, he experienced vividly seven hundred years later.
She did not respond to his words, but shrank into the quilt and whispered in her heart: We will see.
Seeing that he had no intention of lying down to sleep, she covered him with a quilt and said, "Follow, it's late at night, please keep warm!"
After a long time, his slightly helpless voice sounded: "I am a ghost, I am not afraid of the cold." (To be continued)