Chapter 134 As long as I can meet the little princess, any identity is

fine Standing next to Ah Gui, Wan Wan did not notice Ah Gui's abnormality. She stretched out her little hand to pinch the festive dress on the "girl". The more she looked, the more she thought that Sister Gui looked really good in it.

Wan Wan's eyes moved down and fell on Ah Gui's ghost nails that were a little too long.

She stretched out her hand to hold his cold hand, touched his long nails with her little hand, and then raised her head and asked: "Sister Gui, your nails are so long. Next time I will burn a pair of scissors for you. How about we cut your nails?"

As soon as Wan Wan finished speaking, she saw Sister Gui looking at the ground expressionlessly and did not answer.

Wan Wan looked in the direction of his sight and saw that there was nothing on the ground.

"Sister Ah Gui? Are you listening?"

The little milk ball stretched out her little hand and shook it in front of his eyes. Ah Gui actually smelled a faint milk fragrance, which was rare.

He finally came back to his senses, his blood-red eyes fell on the little girl in front of him, and he responded softly: "Hmm?"

Hearing the sudden soft response from Sister Gui, Wanwan couldn't help but be surprised. Was it her illusion?

Why did Sister Gui's "Hmm" sound so much like a man's voice?

Wanwan said, "Sister Gui, your nails are so long. Next time, I will burn a pair of scissors for you and cut your nails for you. How about that?"

Ah Gui looked down at his long nails and nodded softly, "Okay."

The word "Okay" was said in a low and hoarse voice, as if his vocal cords were a little damaged.

At this moment, Wanwan finally understood why Sister Gui's voice was so much like a man's voice. It was probably because of his injured vocal cords when he was alive.

Sister Gui was too pitiful.

Wanwan felt more and more distressed the more she thought about it, thinking that she must be very good to Sister Gui in the future.

Early spring has not yet arrived, and the weather is still very cold during this period. The north wind still howls at night.

The paper clothes in the brazier have been burned out, and the vigorous flames have been replaced by ashes. Without the source of warmth, Wanwan stayed there for a short time before she sneezed because of the cold wind.

"Ah~" Wanwan sneezed unexpectedly.

Seeing this, Ah Gui hurriedly picked up the cloak that the little princess put down and put it on her.

The pink and white fluffy cloak was tied around the little girl's neck, making her look like a cute porcelain doll.

"It's cold, go back." Ah Gui whispered to her.

Wanwan wrapped the fluffy cloak tightly around herself and nodded.

Ah Gui could leave the cold palace, and he sent the little girl to the back door of Furong Palace.

The cold wind whistled along the way. Because he was a ghost, his body was cold and without temperature, so he did not hold her like usual.

When they reached the door, the little princess waved to him. Because of the cold wind, her nose became a little red.

"Sister Ghost, I'll go in first."

Ghost nodded, and watched the little princess tiptoe and gently open the back door, and then carefully lifted her foot to go in.

He looked at the little princess's back, and when the door was gently closed, his eyes couldn't help but become a little lonely.

But before the lonely look reached his eyes, the door that was originally closed was suddenly opened from the inside, and then the cute little head of the little princess popped out from the crack of the door, and smiled and said to him: "Sister Ghost, good night~"

The lonely expression on his face turned into a smile, and he smiled at the little kid with the corners of his lips raised.

Until the door was completely closed in front of him, the little princess's smile disappeared, and he returned to loneliness again.

On a cold night with cold wind, Ah Gui floated on the palace corridor, until he was about to float to the cold palace, he finally rolled up his sleeves and looked at the red line on his wrist that had darkened a little.

This is the lifeline of his body. When the red line on his wrist completely darkened, his body had come to an end.

He bit his lip and clenched his fist unwillingly. The little princess finally got to know him, but he was going to die again...

He thought this life would not be the same as the previous ones, but... it was still the same...

What would his next body be? A butcher who killed pigs or a crippled fish seller at the village entrance?

Or a short-lived eunuch in the palace...

Forget it. He had long been accustomed to it. As long as he could meet the little princess again, his identity didn't matter to him.

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Time flies, and half a month has passed.

During the New Year a few days ago, Wanwan thought that the tyrant father must be busy with government affairs, so he had no time to come to Furong Palace.

But these few days have passed the busiest time during the New Year, and Daddy still hasn't come to Furong Palace.

Wanwan pinched her little finger and counted how many days they had not seen the tyrant. She was shocked when she counted.

[What? Daddy hasn't come to Furong Palace to see Mommy for ten days?!]

[I thought that Mommy and Daddy had gone through such a life-and-death test, and the two of them had already opened their hearts and their feelings would gradually warm up, but I didn't expect it.] [

That day, the scumbag dad hugged my mom and cried loudly, as if he would die without my mom. What happened? It hasn't even been a month yet, and the scumbag dad has returned to his scumbag nature, haha, men】

【These days, I don't know which little goblin in the harem he has fallen in love with, tut tut, fantasizing about the scumbag dad turning good, is just like a sow...】

"Ah yo——"

Wanwan was lying on the couch, cracking melon seeds while complaining about a scumbag dad in her heart, but before she finished her complaints, her head suddenly hurt.

She covered her aching head and looked up, and saw that a scumbag dad was standing beside her like a ghost.

"What are you doing, baby?" The big tyrant smiled and looked at the little milk ball lying on the couch basking in the sun, with a fake smile on his face.

【Humph, scumbag dad, I don't want to talk to you】

Thinking of this, Wanwan turned her head away in anger, unwilling to look at him again.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Concubine Yi, who was standing by, saw the man coming and hurriedly saluted the tyrant.

"My beloved concubine, there is no need to be polite." The tyrant subconsciously reached out to help Concubine Yi up, but when his hand was about to touch hers, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

Concubine Yi was careful and naturally noticed the man's actions.

Originally, she had listened to Wanwan's voice and had already prepared herself mentally. After all, there were three thousand beauties in the harem, and as an emperor, how could he really favor her alone.

He had not been to Furong Palace for a long time, and he might have another beauty in his heart.

Even though she had already prepared herself, her heart still turned cold when she saw that His Majesty was unwilling to even touch her.

The great tyrant looked at Concubine Yi's little face, and she seemed a little unhappy.

Thinking of the chattering voice of a certain little milk ball, he hurriedly began to explain: "I have been busy with government affairs recently, and I have neglected you, my beloved concubine. Don't take it to heart."

[Really? You were so busy with government affairs that you didn't have time to come see your mother for ten days. When your mother went to see you, you refused to see her. I didn't even know what little goblin you were holding in your arms that you didn't want my mother to see.