When the moonlight cover the whole Imperial Palace, the Emperor will go to the most silent Pavillion situated far from every other buildings and monuments then stand there facing the closed gate with a longing gaze for hours!
He can't enter there w...
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"Gho...Ghost general?"
Huaisang felt his head spinning again out of shock! The other three followed him out also got stunned. It's really him! They were trying to run away from him, but still he managed to track them!
But who should tell them what the hell is he wearing right now?
They looked at Xueyang who nearly passed out from the suddenshock on the ground. He took a deep sigh and swallowed the curses bitterly!
"Who the fuck is this creep? I thought I saw my dead father just now!" He stood up and glared at Wen Ning!
The latter replied in an innocent voice instead of his horror look! "Young master, I'm sorry! Did I scared you?"
Xueyang inhaled! Zhen immediately hugged his arm and slightly pulled it!
"Uncle Wen, what are you doing here?" Nuwa decided to talk first.
"Oh! Nuwa? Why are you here?" Wen Ning also got surprised.
"Why are YOU here? And who are you?" Xueyang roared in anger!
"Xueyang, what's the commotion?" Xingchen's gentle yet stern voice came from their behind.
"Oh! Young master Xiao?" Wen Ning blinked. "I'm Wen Ning, the ghost general."
Xingchen paused for a second but soon returned the greeting. Song Lan who only came out now also bewildered about the sudden guest then greeted back politely.
For a moment, everyone looked each other in surprise except the fuming Xueyang! Zhen whispered in his ear making him look again the certain 'grass man!'
Why is it different from what he heard and imagined?
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The black owl with silver feathers on its crown pathetically looked at a certain direction and howled!
"You shit head! Didn't I told you come back only after an hour? What's it again? You damn...!"
A pebble shot at him like a sharp arrow which he skillfully avoided! This useless master!
It didn't stop instead howled more!
"You damn headache!"
The black clothed moody figure finally moved from his sleeping place. He cursed that time when he decided to make it his spiritual pet! He came out from the grass hut somewhere inside the Qinghe forest!
Firewood piled at the side of this humble hut. The figure dressed in an old black robes and a tattered grey shawl wrapped around his neck. His hair was messy and his beard got never shaved making it more messier! The entire person has vibe of a beggar!
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