Jing Teng was a little unhappy: "So you mean you'll understand just because I'm not pretty?"
Zuan: "..."
I love you no matter what you look like.
Jing Teng spat: "Smooth talker, no wonder you're not a good person. No wonder you bullied me like that so soon after we met."
A thought struck Zuan: "Could it be that the ghost bride incident was... real?"
Jing Teng's face flushed: "It's not physical, but... it's mental. It's my fault for being careless and falling for that ghost's magic."
Zuan quickly understood what she meant. Because they were under the spell of the ghost bride, many of the scenes were not actually their physical bodies, but their souls experiencing them.
So although the two did not have any physical contact, they had already communicated spiritually.
In some ways, spiritual communion is often more harmonious and integrated than physical sensation.
No wonder the other party's attitude towards me has changed since then.
He suddenly looked a little strange. Could it be considered that they got on the train first and bought the ticket later?
“Brother Zu, actually I’ve been observing you carefully all this way. You’re excellent in every way, but there’s just one flaw: you’re too much of a womanizer.” Jing Teng sighed.
She originally thought she only had to compete with Qiu Honglei, and that she could tell from their interactions that Qiu Honglei wasn't a bad person at heart, so they could all be friends. But then so many other women appeared, and she couldn't handle them anymore.
Zuan remained silent for a moment; this was indeed something that couldn't be explained.
Jing Teng quickly smiled: "But it's okay, I don't mind, anyway I..."
She stopped halfway through her sentence and changed the subject instead: "What are you doing here?"
"I was worried about your safety seeing you lead the Ghost King away all by yourself," Zu'an replied casually.
Jing Teng's usually aloof face now had eyes that curved like crescent moons: "Don't worry, once we're down here, he won't be able to catch me."
"Did you deliberately lure him down here? Is there some plan?" Zu'an asked curiously.
"Actually, there's no real plan. It's just that we can't stay up there any longer, or you'll all die." Jing Teng suddenly smiled. "I thought I would say goodbye to you forever, but I'm so happy to see you now."
Zu An's heart skipped a beat; he sensed something ominous in her tone.
Just as he was about to ask, two cool fingers gently pressed against his lips: "Brother Zu, I just want to enjoy the quiet time with you, is it okay if we don't talk about anything else?"
Zuan was silent for a moment, then took her hand: "Okay!"
Jing Teng immediately perked up: "Then I'll show you around."
Zuan's heart skipped a beat, and he was just about to say that Zuan seemed to know this place quite well.
However, remembering what she had just said, he ultimately didn't say it.
I just quietly stayed with her, chatting with her about lighthearted and happy things in our daily lives, without ever bringing up topics related to the tomb or the Ghost King.
...
Meanwhile, the Ghost King flew to the side of the white lava lake, frowning as he looked at the seemingly insane old monk in the center.
"It's you?" The old monk seemed to recognize him, and his expression changed slightly.
"What are you doing here?" the Ghost King said coldly.
"Just now, a..." The old monk was about to answer, but suddenly felt ashamed and changed his words, "Let me out, and I will definitely repay you well."
The Ghost King said coldly, "You are sealed by this endless fiery hell, I cannot help you."
"Since you've managed to get out, you must have a way to help me," the old monk said anxiously.
The Ghost King sneered, "Ridiculous. Even if I could, why would I help you?"
After saying that, he turned to leave.
The old monk suddenly spoke up: "Are you looking for someone?"
The Ghost King immediately stopped in his tracks.
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