Dear Princess, Run Slowly

In the main hall of ghost world

a man in black robes was sitting at the top of the hall, and there was an enchanting and beautiful woman who bowed her head respectfully. Although her temperament was enchanting and beautiful, her eyes were full of coldness.

"Yes, master."

The woman bowed slightly to the man in front of her. Her weak and boneless body made the ghost King nod slightly.

In the main hall of Nuo Da, there is only him and the South string who bows his head below.

Looking at the proud posture of Nanxian, the ghost king looked at her with satisfaction.

"Get up." "Yes."

Nanxian looks up. It's really a cool beauty, but the unspeakable coldness between her eyebrows adds to a man's desire for protection.

"Do you know what I asked you to do?"

"Back to master, I don't know."

Nanxian obediently answered, and in his eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking. The ghost King's finger was on the handrail, and he could only hear the shaking sound in the main hall of several football fields.

One after another, the South string is not urgent, it is still obedient.

"Is GUI Xiu dead?"

"Yes." "Do you know about it?"

The South string Mou son a Zheng, the honest reply "No."

"Yes, you're so cold-blooded. How can you care about those trifles?"

In the eyes of the ghost king, the death of the eighth elder of the Tangtang ghost clan is just a trivial matter.

Nanxian has no cavity, and is surrounded by oppressive black, just like the soul of GUI people.

"Since you don't know, I'll tell you, how about the murderer who killed GUI Xiu?"

"Master, this is to avenge the elder?"

The South string raises eyes, some accidents.

The ghost King laughed in a low voice. His hoarse voice was as harsh as a blade on the blackboard.

"Is he worth it?"

South string did not speak, just quietly waiting for the ghost king below.

"It's just the murderer. It makes me curious."

When Nanxian heard the speech, he sighed a little

"if master likes it, I'll catch her."

"You? No, no, no "

the ghost King shook his head," I'm afraid you can't do it. "

The ghost clan came into being during the war between heaven and devil. The ghost king has lived for tens of thousands of years. He has heard about the story of Fuyao and Yuli tens of thousands of years ago. The most terrible thing is that the woman named Fuyao almost killed most of the ghost clan alone!

Later, the two people came to the GUI nationality, skilled like visiting their own garden! This is a disgraceful past for the ghost king.

Fortunately

Thinking of this, he stopped thinking. He still remembered that Guixiu sent Su Qianyue's all information to him when he was dying.

The sound transmission stone in my hand is pinching more and more tightly.

He had a premonition that this beautiful girl must have something to do with the original patron saint!

Since she was born, Nanxian has always been the proud woman of heaven. Shifu never did not believe her. Now she shakes her head. She is always cold, and she has been drawn out of the desire to win.

"Shifu doesn't believe me so much?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that the man, who used to be afraid of being a teacher."

Nanxian looks at the yearning expression of the ghost king and purses her lips.

"Master has already said that it was once, but now is not what it used to be. Why can't you give it a go?"

"You are still young."

After a while, the ghost King seemed to think of something again.

"Ha ha, but you're right. It's not what it used to be. I'm afraid she can't do the same as before. Turning her hand is heaven."

Fingers slowly rub, looking at the first stubborn South string.

"I want you to do something."