The sedan curtain fell.
The ghosts lifted the sedan chair.
Wandering through the bustling ghost market, one is worshipped by countless ghosts.
This is the best sincerity Minghong can offer Linghu Lan.
As the process continued, Linghu Lan was already a little dizzy. The Ghost King's marriage was a major event, and the entire Ghost Realm was in an uproar.
On this day, the sins of all beings in the ghost realm were reduced to varying degrees; it was a once-in-a-millennium amnesty for the ghost realm.
After the ceremony, they entered the bridal chamber.
In Minghong's magnificent palace, Linghu Lan sat gracefully on the jade bed. Minghong lifted her veil, revealing a look of amazement in his eyes.
This was the bride he had personally chosen, the one he had longed for, the one for whom he was willing to challenge the entire ghost realm.
"Am I good-looking?" Linghu Lan asked with a smile.
"It looks great!" Ming Hong answered honestly.
Linghu Lan stood up and gently lifted Ming Hong's chin with her fingers. "How handsome is he?"
Ming Hong smiled slightly, tilting his chin forward and resting it on her palm. "You look best naked. Help me take off my clothes."
Linghu Lan: "..." You've gone bad!
But I love it!
With her slender, delicate hands, she gently loosened her wedding robe.
The candlelight flickered, and the red curtains illuminated the spring night.
Linghu Lan initially thought that Mo Tang in this world, like in many other worlds, was still a novice when it came to sex, waiting for her to explore and unlock new positions.
However, she soon realized she was wrong.
"Stop! Don't do it anymore. Tell me, how are you so skilled?" Linghu Lan held her waist. Damn, this pace is going to make it impossible for me to get out of bed.
"Hmm?" Ming Hong's handsome eyes narrowed slightly, clearly annoyed at being stopped. "Have you ever heard the saying..."
"What did you say?"
"As more people walk on it, a path will naturally form."
"I've heard of it!"
"After interrogating so many ghosts, one naturally knows everything. The eighteen levels of hell often imprison brothel madams, and I could fit a whole collection of erotic paintings and pictures into the Naihe River."
"You've seen it all?" Linghu Lan's eyes lit up.
Ming Hong felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the look in Linghu Lan's eyes, as if she were a dog eyeing a bone. "I originally thought those were useless, but since you appeared, I've gone through all the diagrams again. Do you want to give it a try?"
Linghu Lan: "..." Thank you for your tender feelings for me.
"Silence means you're thinking." Ming Hong smiled wickedly.
Help! My back!
...
the next day.
When Linghu Lan woke up, she was in Wenmo's house. The familiar sunlight shone on her small bed, and everything looked warm and beautiful.
The aroma of breakfast was already wafting through the air. For a moment, she felt a little dazed, as this warm scene had appeared in her memory many times before.
Linghu Lan only came to her senses when she saw Ming Hong's inhumanly handsome face.
"Dinner's ready."
"You made this?" Linghu Lan was somewhat surprised. In the previous world, Shenji's cooking skill points were negative, but in this world, his cooking talent was automatically unlocked?
Ming Hong smiled slightly and pointed to the kitchen.
Inside a spirit array, several little ghosts were being protected. The little ghosts were calmly washing and peeling vegetables and cooking, their movements clearly those of professionals.
Linghu Lan: "..." I knew I was overthinking it.
She sat at the dining table, took a bite of the porridge the little devil had cooked, and found it so delicious she almost swallowed her tongue.
Who is that person?
"I used to be a chef."
"Huh? The chef got into trouble? Why didn't he reincarnate?"
Ming Hong paused for a moment, then said, "His nickname is 'Human Chef'."
Linghu Lan nearly dropped the spoon in fright, instantly losing her appetite. "He uses people to cook?"
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