Chapter 584

Several ghosts dressed as eunuchs stepped forward with sinister expressions and lifted them up with a force that almost broke their arms.

Fang Xingyan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, turning his head to look at the bright and beautiful young woman surrounded by admirers. She was even more dazzling and beautiful than before, yet...

He was truly unwilling to accept this. "Shang Xin, do you even know where this place is?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Xin frowned, looking at him as if he were a fool, as if to say: If you don't know where this place is, why did you come here as a guest?

"puff!"

Fang Xingyan could no longer hold back and vomited blood again, whether from anger or from the backlash of the power of the rules, he didn't know.

However, if it were any other explorer, they would have been dead the first time they questioned Wen Xin. Fang Xingyan repeatedly challenged the rules of the gods and spirits, yet he is still alive and well.

All I can say is that the male lead is the male lead; the favored sons of Heaven are just different.

Wen Xin rolled her eyes several times in her mind, but on the surface she pretended to be frightened by him again, and hesitated as if she wanted to say: Why don't we call 120 and send them out? What if they really are here to extort money from the old house?

Mo'er couldn't help but chuckle as she watched from the side.

The young lady is truly... cough, has a discerning eye.

However, "you don't seem particularly surprised that the guest surnamed Fang was injured?"

Wen Xin said naturally, "The Fang family has many dangerous businesses. As the young master of the Fang family, Fang Xingyan took over many family affairs at a very young age, and it seems that he is often injured."

Upon hearing this, alarm bells rang in Mo'er's mind. Did the young mistress's tone indicate that she was very familiar with Fang Xingyan before?

It can't be...

Feeling the terrifying, invisible gaze of ghosts and spirits falling upon her, Mo'er almost knelt down.

Damn, she regretted it; she should have known better than to ask.

But once the words were spoken, there was no going back. Mo'er could only bite the bullet and follow the message conveyed by the spirit, tentatively asking, "Is Madam very familiar with him?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Xin paused, twisted the handkerchief in her hand, and said with a hint of guilt, "We're not very familiar with each other."

Mo'er: "..." It's over! It's over!

Her life was hanging by a thread. The gaze of the demon was beyond terrifying; it was absolutely terrifying!

Let her talk, let her talk.

Wen Xin didn't notice Mo'er's misery. She sighed with a hint of disappointment, "I used to think he was a rare breath of fresh air among the four great families, but now... what the family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has brought them is not a brilliant cultural heritage or fine moral character, but rather the filth hidden beneath the brocade."

Families always prioritize their own interests; greed and scheming are ingrained in their very bones, and they will only become more and more selfish.

Fortunately, apart from Chaoge City, the other cities in that beautiful landscape are all under official administration.

The prince charming she once dreamed of was nothing more than a fleeting dream of her youth.

Perhaps what she liked was always a beautiful image she had imagined, not Fang Xingyan.

The girl's eyes were clear and open, and her smile was as beautiful as the spring moon and autumn flowers, so beautiful that it made a certain terrifying being who had been watching her fall in love and become obsessed.

"That's all in the past, it's irrelevant now."

"We were originally two unrelated parallel lines, and besides, I'm now the older brother's..."

The radiant bride in her bright red dress lowered her eyes shyly, but it was clear to everyone that her heart and soul were now completely devoted to her new husband.

Perhaps she had been infatuated with other men in the past, but so what? Now she is His wife, and the present and the future belong to Him.

Whether it's the main personality of some terrifying being or the personality of a madman, gazing at his shy and beloved wife, his heart flutters uncontrollably.

Of course, I won't go into details about how He and He almost came to blows again.

Wen Xin asked Mo'er with feigned curiosity, "With Young Master Fang's status, what is he doing here at the old mansion while injured?"

"It must be because of Shang Ruru. After all, I heard before that the two were going to get engaged. It seems that Young Master Fang really likes his fiancée."

Mo'er: "..." Ah!

spirits:"……"

Anyone can see who Fang Xingyan truly loves, right?

But who cares?

The terrifying pressure that had been pressing down on Mo'er finally dissipated.

It's obvious that the god who was just jealous was easily appeased by his little bride with just a few words.

Well, they were just insignificant people and things from the past, not worth the little bride's attention, and she didn't need to be angry.

Mo'er wiped the cold sweat from her brow, having narrowly escaped death, and secretly rolled her eyes inwardly.

...

Wen Xin tricked the male lead until he was covered in blood, but she didn't stay in the front yard for long. After doing the superficial work of being the hostess of the old house, she returned to the main yard.

After her lunch break, she couldn't wait to run to the shrine to see the ghosts and gods.

"Brother, I..."

As Wen Xin stepped into the shrine, her face beaming with excitement as she was about to say something, she saw a tall, slender figure in black standing with his back to her in front of the incense table.

But the statues on the altar remain.

The moment she saw that figure, inexplicably, she knew it wasn't her brother, but...

The girl's bright smile faded slightly, while the crazy ghost who was secretly staring at her instantly thought, "..." Her heart shattered into pieces.

"Do you dislike me that much?"

The madman turned his head, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

His appearance was exactly the same as that of a ghost or god, only his temperament was completely different.

Compared to the ghosts and gods who are always gentle and restrained, He is the epitome of unbridled arrogance, with evil in every corner of his eyes and brows, and his possessiveness towards her is completely undisguised.

When Wen Xin saw the madness in His eyes, she couldn't help but take a step back.

In response, those who criticize ghosts and gods felt even more upset and aggrieved.

His voice was slightly hoarse, "You really hate me that much?"

Wen Xin pursed her red lips and whispered, "You always look like you're about to devour me. Who wouldn't be afraid?"

The crazy ghost paused for a moment, then said in a very aggrieved tone, "I didn't really do anything to you, can't I even think about it?"

He was infatuated with her and utterly obsessed with her; there was nothing He could do about it!

Wen Xin: "..."

Why can some people be so perverse and grotesque, yet so self-righteous?

Okay, He's not human!

But, "Can't you just be normal?"

He asked very patiently, "If I were more normal, would you like me? Would you treat me with the same favoritism you show to a hypocrite?"

Wen Xin: "..." What kind of logic is that?

She said helplessly, "Do you know that you're making things difficult for me?"

A somber shadow fell over the handsome, wicked face of the madman, and he whispered, "I am merely a secondary personality of His, an aggregate of all his dark sides. I could never possibly understand the thoughts and feelings of ordinary people, nor know what gentleness and respect are..."

Because no one taught Him, and He was born evil.