She stood up quickly, but her long skirt almost made her trip. "Who's talking?"

"Have you forgotten? You shouldn't be like this..."

For some reason, the voice gradually became quieter and disappeared completely.

"Have I forgotten? What have I forgotten?"

Jiang Deng patted his frightened heart, sat back in his seat, and looked at the beauty in the mirror. "If I shouldn't be like this, then what should I look like?"

For some reason...

Although Jiang Deng couldn't say what she should look like, she always felt that she shouldn't look like a caged bird like she does now.

"The lamp."

Just as I thought of this, a gloomy male voice suddenly sounded behind me.

Jiang Deng subconsciously turned around and saw Xiao Chen, wearing a black robe, walking into the hall.

A rare apologetic smile appeared on his gloomy face. "I'm sorry, something in the ghost realm delayed me. I'm late."

As he said that, he was about to go forward and hug Jiang Deng to comfort her.

The discomfort in her heart became more and more intense. Before the unknown force could suppress her, Jiang Deng suddenly stood up and slapped Xiao Chen in the face.

"You bold traitor! How dare you call me by my nickname?"

Bang!

There was a crisp sound of slapping.

Because Xiao Chen had never expected that his master, who had been tamed by his seven fellow disciples, would actually hit him. He was caught off guard and was hit.

Xiao Chen covered one side of his handsome face and looked at Jiang Deng in front of him in disbelief, with a sinister look in his eyes that was about to overflow from his eye sockets.

"Master...you are seeking death."