Chapter 1135 Ghost Marriage: Young Marshal, too good at flirting! 5

   "The title of ghost king is good, now mine."

  Ghost King’s entire pale face became more distorted and terrifying, his eyes seemed to come out of his eye sockets, and his voice was stern and sharp.

   "A female ghost who doesn't know the height of the sky—I ate you—"

  He flew towards Chongya, opened his blood basin and prepared to swallow her.

   Narcissus collapsed on the ground in fear, staring blankly at the ghost dynasty Chong Ai flying closer and closer.

  The corners of her red lips slightly raised, and when the ghost king pinched his hands towards her neck, she grabbed his hand.

   Immediately, there was a constant thumping sound from the gloomy old house, which made people feel chills.

  The ghosts were both scared and horrified watching Chongya beat the ghost king.

  "Stop—woman—stop me—" the ghost king screamed.

  Chongya stopped the motion of throwing him back and forth, threw him to the ground slamming, stepped on his body, and stomped hard.

  The miserable cry of the ghost king resounded in the old house.

  "Don't fight anymore—if you hit again, I will eat you—stop hitting—"

  Chong Ai no matter how he called, he didn't show any mercy at all, and beat him fiercely until he kept spitting out blood in his mouth.

   "Wow--"

  The ghost king cried bitterly, and after a burst of black smoke, he became a six or seven-year-old child, "Sister, don’t hit me again..."

  The old house fell into a weird silence all of a sudden, the wind and wind seemed to stop blowing, and ghosts emerged one by one.

   "Where did the ghost king go?"

   "What's the matter? Where's our ghost king?"

   Doingly looked at the crying child lying on the ground with a smile, and said: "I will beat you if I don't get up again?"

  The six or seven-year-old ghost boy stood up, his small face was full of hideous wounds, and he was crying again, it seemed that he was not only uncomfortable, but also terrifying.

   "What's your name? How old is it? How did you die?" Chong Ai asked.

  Ghost King said obediently: "Zuo Mingle, 300 years old, he was ill and buried alive by his family."

  Chong Ao gave a faint hum, walked to the lobby where the coffin was placed, raised his hand and waved the coffin to fly out and hit the wall, smashing into several pieces with a bang.

  The little ghost king glanced at the coffin aggrievedly, and did not dare to ask.

  Chong Ao sat down on the mahogany chair placed in the lobby, glanced icyly around, and said, "All come out."

  In the empty lobby, a few figures slowly appeared, all ghosts hiding in the theater.

   Chong Ai looked at it and said: "From now on, I will be your new ghost king."

  The ghosts started to talk in a low voice, but they did not dare to put forward their opinions of resistance. After all, the ghost king they had just feared was beaten up and beaten back to its original form.

   "What about me?" Zuo Mingle whispered.

  Chong Yi glanced at him, and said, "Of course it is mine."

   Zuo Mingle pouted a little unhappy, and said: "Well, you broke the coffin I lived in, remember to pay me."

  啧~

  This kid, you have to make an inch for something sweet, but you still owe it.

   "I haven't grown in three hundred years." Chong Ai said.

  The ghost king of 300 years couldn't beat her, and she was easily beaten up by her, purely because he didn't eat people or eat ghosts at all.

  The ghosts in this house are not too vicious, so they are frightened by him.

   Zuo Mingle gave a weird snorted yin and yang, and said in a low voice, "If I didn't eat ghosts, where would it be your turn to be the king of ghosts."

  Chong Yi raised his hand, and the ghost boy flew into her hand uncontrollably, and was pinched by her weak neck.

  (End of this chapter)