The metaphysics princess fortune-telling spirit, the abstinent and cruel king is addicted to pets

The son of the Han family smiled, showing his small white teeth.

"That's good, I'll be your elder brother, and I'll let my parents adopt you."

He stretched out his hand towards the little ghost king.

The little ghost king looked at the white and tender little hands, and was a little dazed. After a while, she continued to ask: "Are you serious?"

The son of the Han family nodded, "Of course, daddy taught me that a gentleman can't be chased after his words!"

The little ghost king was illiterate, let alone famous sayings, and only knew that the son of the Han family readily agreed.

Han Zhiyu and his wife were really kind-hearted. When they saw their son coming back with a cute little girl, they adopted her without saying a word.

The little ghost king was very happy.

Finally, she has a brother and parents who love her!

She left her territory and followed Han Zhiyu and the others back home.

She is the king of ghosts, and if she wants to walk and live in the sun, she has to use her own ghost power, but Han Zhiyu's family will be contaminated with ghost energy, which affects her luck and longevity.

How could the little ghost king know so much? She just wanted to be with her family.

But the son of the Han family was the youngest, and he was the first to fall ill.

Han Zhiyu and his wife searched for famous doctors and took bitter medicines for him, but nothing worked.

One of the servants secretly said to the couple: "Master, madam, if you bring the young lady back, the young master will fall ill, she...she may be the lone star of the gods, and her fate will bring disaster, otherwise she will not There will be no father and no mother, if such a person continues to keep her, I am afraid that the young master will never recover from his illness."

Han Zhiyu frowned.

On the one hand, he was worried that his son's illness would not get better, on the other hand, he was afraid that the little ghost king would not be able to live without them.

After all, Mrs. Han felt sorry for her own son, so she proposed to send the little ghost king to Zhuangzi to be raised first, and then make plans to see if his son's illness will improve.

The little ghost king overheard this, and already lost his temper.

In her opinion, if Han Zhiyu and his wife wanted to send her away, it was tantamount to abandoning herself.

Immediately, she was full of ghostly aura, showing a ghostly form, and wanted to wipe out the Han family.

Unexpectedly, a Nascent Soul cultivator followed the ghost energy to find it, and that monk happened to be a talisman cultivator, and his ghost-suppressing talisman caused the little ghost king a lot of pain.

After a few rounds, the little ghost king could no longer hold back, he was deeply trapped in the killing talisman, and he was about to lose his wits.

Han Zhiyu hurriedly came over to intercede: "Tianshi! She is my daughter, please be merciful!"

Mrs. Han also said: "Yes, please forgive me and let her have a chance to reincarnate."

Even though the little ghost king was in pain, he could hear what the two said clearly, and stared blankly at them.

"Ahem! You can call Poverty Dao a real person who chops firewood." Xuanjing Mochen swept the dust away, with an unfathomable look, "She is the ghost king who caused disasters. She has only been with you for only a month. It is contaminated with a lot of ghosts, and your young master is seriously ill because of this. Now that you know her true identity, you should back away, and I will ask Tianlei to kill her."

Han Zhiyu stood in front of the talisman array, looking anxious: "Really! She became a ghost king at a young age. It can be seen that she has suffered. Please be kind and give her a way out!"

"That's right, she was indeed cut off by her biological parents, and she bled to death in pain. But that's not the reason for her to do evil! She has harmed so many people, it's too much for heaven!" Xuan Jingmo said solemnly.

More importantly, by killing the ghost king, he can gain certain merits and virtues, thereby improving his cultivation.

After all, he had stayed in the Nascent Soul Realm for too long.

Unexpectedly, when Madam Han heard this, she covered her face and cried bitterly: "Really! She was abused to death by her biological parents, why can't you forgive me?!"

Now she only resents herself for not treating the little ghost king better.

Han Zhiyu's eyes also turned red, "My lord, our husband and wife are willing to lose ten years of life in exchange for her life."

"No, the ghost king is the ghost king, any reason is unforgivable."

Xuanjing mochen brushed away and rolled the two of them aside.

A sky thunder talisman was offered.

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and the thunder was dense.

Han Zhiyu struggled and still wanted to save the ghost king, but Xuan Jingmo felt that he was in the way, so he swept out his palm, making Han Zhiyu dizzy and fell to the ground.

The sky thunder has already struck, the thunder burst, and the sky and the earth are as bright as day.

"No!!!" Han Zhiyu yelled.

"Father...Amother..." The little ghost king felt the fierceness of the sky thunder, and she must be out of her wits this time, so she closed her eyes in fear.

Even if she is the thousand-year ghost king, she is still a five-year-old child.

Of course—

Just when she thought she was about to suffer severe pain, she fell into a warm embrace.

The man held her in one arm.

The breath was clearly strong, but not offensive. She didn't feel any discomfort, but felt warm and peaceful.

Opening his eyes, he saw a woman who was so glamorous and so beautiful, her red and black dress was fluttering in the wind. With just a finger pick, she became able to block the thunder and break the talisman array.

Xuan Jingmo was startled, seeing that although the woman was beautiful, there was a faint ghostly aura lingering around her.

"Where is the ten-thousand-year-old ghost?" Xuanjing Mo Chenfu retracted, and the bright sword leaped over and slashed straight down.

If you subdue her, you must have immeasurable merit.

The woman's beautiful eyes slightly raised.

His slender fingers easily caught his sword.

Together with the spiritual power of the sword body, it seems to have been burned to nothing.

Her vermilion lips parted slightly: "You little Taoist priest is so hostile, this is the only way you can cultivate in this life."

Xuan Jingmo's sword couldn't be pulled out, no matter how much spiritual power he mobilized, he was burned when he rushed out.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he shouted that something was wrong.

Because he had hacked and killed Demon Cultivator and Xie Cultivator for many years, and he had never tried to lose face like today.

"How about the poor way, it's not up to you, a ten thousand-year-old ghost, to talk!" Xuan Jingmo was furious, "You have a ghostly spirit, what do you know about cultivation, and what do you know about cultivating immortals!"

"Heh." The woman sneered.

A divine seal appeared on her forehead, and the divine power gathered between her fingers directly shook Xuan Jingmo away.

Xuan Jingmo rolled to the ground, and the spiritual power in his body surged continuously, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The sword was stuck in front of him.

The woman was very displeased: "Although I have lived for more than a few years, but you keep talking about the old ghost, do you know that it is very rude for a woman?"

Xuan Jingmo looked at the red seal on her forehead and was shocked.

With supreme divine power and the power of the underworld, who else is there besides the god of the underworld? !
He hurriedly knelt down: "The poor Taoist worships the god of the underworld!"

Looking at it from Han Zhiyu's point of view, it happened that he only saw the side face and the seal of the god of the underworld.

Then he passed out.

When the boss said this, he stopped.

Xie Beihan was listening to the top, and when he saw that he didn't continue, he immediately became angry: "Go on, why don't you continue?"

He also wanted to know if the firewood chopping real person was killed by the underworld god, and what happened to the little ghost king.

——Quiet Mimi’s early update today.

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