The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Mr. Guo looked at Xiji's disappointed face and said with a smile: Since you are leaving here, you should naturally say hello to the host here, otherwise it would be too impolite.

When Xiji heard his words, he nodded in agreement, then pushed the candied fruit that he had prepared for the Night King in front of Mr. Guo and said with a smile: This is the candied fruit I made, Mr. Guo, you can keep it and eat it.

Mr. Guo looked at the tempting candied fruit and took it with a smile without any hesitation, saying thank you, Mr. Xi.

Xiji waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry about it, and then left their office in a casual manner. On the way back, thinking of the abnormal appearance of King Qi at the dinner party, he didn't know whether Ye Wang would be able to go smoothly this time.

The Night King stood in the royal study, looking at his childhood playmate with no expression on his face.

What? We haven't seen each other for a long time. You don't plan to stay a little longer? The King of Qi corrected the documents in his hand and said to the King of Night without raising his head.

I have been out for too long. The king's grand ceremony is over, so it is time for me to go back. The Night King said this neither humbly nor arrogantly, without any hesitation.

Hearing his words, the King of Qi paused as he was about to write. He watched the ink drop onto the paper and turn into a black mass. His brows furrowed for a moment, but then he reluctantly put down the pen and looked up at the Night King, his tone unchanged, "Have you ever thought that one day in the future, I would be in this position?"

The Night King looked up at him with calm eyes, and finally shook his head slowly, no.

Hahaha. The face of the King of Qi twisted for a moment, and then he looked at the King of Night and said bitterly: I didn't either. I never thought about my father, mother, and the brothers I killed. Who would have thought that the child of a lowly maid cleaning the cold palace would one day be able to ascend to such an extremely noble position.

The Night King did not speak, and the person in front of him did not need him to respond. He just kept talking to himself, his voice full of resentment. However, it was me who killed everyone and sent those who thought they could live longer than me to the underworld. In the end, I became the master of this huge palace.

The Night King looked at him and still said nothing.

After the King of Qi finished speaking, he looked at the King of Night who remained silent to him. Looking at his calm eyes, he felt a surge of anger in his heart. He threw the inkstone beside him straight in front of him and said fiercely: "Speak, speak! Are you still looking down on me?"

The Night King calmly looked at the King of Qi who was barking at him like a mad dog, and finally spoke, "My King, if you win, you will be the biggest winner."

When the King of Qi heard his words, he laughed. His originally distorted face immediately turned into a happy one. The look in his eyes when he stared at the King of Night was no longer as fierce as before, and he seemed to have turned back into a gentle and refined person.

Looking at the Night King who came to say goodbye to him, he showed a strange smile and said in a businesslike manner: Since the Night King has to leave this time, I can't force him to stay. I hope that everything goes well for the Night King.

When the Night King heard him agree so readily, his eyes flickered, but soon returned to his original state. After bowing, he politely took his leave.

The King of Qi looked at his back and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.