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Chapter 1135 Ghost marriage and ghost marriage: Young marshal, too good at flirting! 5

"Ghost King is a good title, now it's mine."

The ghost king's pale and pale face became even more distorted and terrifying, his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, and his voice was shrill and sharp.

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the female ghost—I ate you—"

He flew towards Chong Ai, opened his bloody mouth and prepared to swallow her.

Narcissus collapsed on the ground in fear, staring blankly at the ghost dynasty's Chong Aifei getting closer.

The corners of Chong Ai's bright red lips raised slightly, and when the ghost king pinched her neck with both hands, he quickly grabbed his hand.

Immediately, there were constant bang bang sounds in the gloomy old house, making people feel chills in their hearts.

All the ghosts watched Chong Ai beating the ghost king violently in fear and horror.

"Stop—woman—you stop—" Ghost King yelled sadly.

Chong Ai stopped the movement of throwing him back and forth, threw him on the ground with a bang, stepped on him, and kicked him hard.

The pitiful call of the ghost king sounded again in the old house.

"Stop beating--if you hit me again, I'll eat you--don't beating--"

No matter how he yelled, Chong Ai didn't show mercy at all, and beat him fiercely until he kept spitting out blood.

"Wow-"

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

The old house suddenly fell into an eerie silence, the wind seemed to stop blowing, and ghosts appeared one by one.

"Where did the ghost king go?"

"What's going on? Where's our ghost king?"

Chong Ai looked at the crying child lying on the ground with a half-smile, and said, "If you don't get up again, I'll beat you up?"

The six or seven-year-old ghost boy stood up, his small face was covered with hideous wounds, and he was crying again, making his appearance not only unsympathetic, but terrifying.

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

The ghost king said obediently: "Zuo Mingle, three hundred years old, fell ill and was buried alive by his family."

Chong Ai hummed lightly, walked to the hall where the coffin was placed, raised his hand and waved the coffin, flew out and hit the wall, smashed into several pieces with a bang.

The little ghost king looked at the coffin aggrievedly, but he didn't dare to ask questions.

Chong Ai sat down on the mahogany chair placed in the lobby, glanced around coldly, and said, "Everyone come out."

In the empty lobby, a few figures slowly appeared, all ghosts hiding to watch the show.

Chong Ai looked contemptuously and said: "I will be your new ghost king from now on."

The ghosts began to discuss in low voices, but they didn't dare to put forward opinions of resistance. After all, the ghost king they feared just now was beaten violently and returned to his original shape.

"What about me?" Zuo Mingle asked softly.

Chong Ai glanced at him and said, "Of course it's my subordinate."

Zuo Mingle pouted unhappily, and said, "Okay, you broke my coffin, remember to pay me for it."

tsk~

This little brat, if you give him some sweets, he will make an inch of it, and he still needs a beating.

"No improvement in 300 years." Chong Ai said.

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

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

Zuo Mingle snorted angrily, and said in a low voice, "If it wasn't for me not eating ghosts, it wouldn't be your turn to be the king of ghosts."

Chong Ai raised her hand, and the ghost boy flew into her hand uncontrollably, and she grabbed her thin neck.

(End of this chapter)