The two came to the outside of the Ghost King's Palace.

"Are you sure you can borrow the Dream Mirror?" Shen Qinghan glanced at the heavily guarded palace fortress and looked at Su Wangge suspiciously.

"Of course, there are my relatives inside," Su Wangge said with a confident expression.

Shen Qinghan: "Why didn't I know you had such a relative?"

Su Elegy: "There are more things you don't know", after finishing speaking, he walked to the dozens of ghost soldiers standing at the gate of the palace, and said with a smile: "Please report it, I have something to do with your ghost king"

The ghost man replied coldly, "Those who meet the ghost king must enter by post, and the rest of the people are not allowed to enter."

Su Elegy's smile was embarrassed, but Shen Qinghan secretly laughed behind her, as if he was laughing at her.

Su Wangge continued: "I am your ghost king's relative, seeing where he still has any posts, please report it, okay?"

The ghost warrior was unmoved, and replied: "The only relative of the ghost king is Master Ning."

Su Wangge persevered: "Is the Ning master you said Ning Ying, I am her mother, I don't believe you called it out to ask...... I am truly a relative of your ghost king."

The ghost warrior was still unmoved, Su Wangge felt a little powerless, she couldn't shout at the top of her voice, right?

Suddenly, he heard the sound of horses' hooves, Su Wangge turned his head to look, the young man with a jade face and a white crown on the tall horse, handsome and elegant, and the silver lock on his chest flashed dazzlingly in the sun.

Su Wangge smiled instantly, and waved at him: "Ah Ying"

Ning Ying squinted and looked, then showed an excited look, and quickly turned over and dismounted, "Mother, why are you here?"

Su Elegy said: "I miss you, come and see you"

Ning Ying ran towards Su Elegy at a speed of 100,000 and was forced to stop a step away from her.

A bright sword stood between the two, and the owner of the sword, Shen Qing, looked at Ning Ying coldly, "Retreat"

Ning Ying was dissatisfied with the sword that was inserted horizontally, and cast an inquiring look at Su Wangge, and asked, "Mother, who is this?"

Shen Qinghan snatched the words first, "She's an official"

The corners of Su Wangge's mouth twitched, and he didn't say anything.

Ning Ying asked Su Elegy again: "Daddy?"

Su Elegy thought to himself: Even if you change places, some people's temperament should be what they should be.

Shen Qinghan snatched the words again, "Hmm"

Su Wangge ignored Shen Qinghan and looked at Ning Ying, "Can you take me in?"

"Of course," Ning Ying replied briskly, and wanted to take Su Wangge's hand and walk in, but he held a cold sword.

"Retreat," Shen Qing said coldly.

Ning Ying was stunned by Shen Qinghan's cannibalistic expression, subconsciously spread her hand, and looked at Su Elegy pitifully.

Su Wangge's current situation is really embarrassing, and it is not good to be on the other side, so she maintains a neutral attitude, neither saying that Shen Qinghan is not, nor comforting Ning Ying.

So the two of them entered the ghost king's palace with such emotions.

Under Ning Ying's guidance, Su Wangge soon met the famous ghost king Qing Xuan. first came to recognize his relatives with him "touchingly", and then his parents briefly talked about a bunch of nonsense, and finally returned to the topic and explained the purpose of this trip.

Then he went to the so-called mysterious black room in Qingxuan, and at the strong request of someone Shen, after cleanly putting some blood on Su Wangge in the dream mirror, the two ghosts and one of them retreated, leaving Shen Qinghan alone.

When Shen Qinghan came out, his mind was a little trance. The scene in the mirror had actually passed in his mind a thousand times, but when it was presented vividly in front of him, he still felt suffocated.

Su Elegy is indeed her...... But what did he do to her......

Shen Qinghan walked to the main hall of the Ghost King's Palace with a complicated and gloomy mood, and before he got close, he saw the hearty laughter coming from inside, especially Su Elegy's laughter.

Shen Qinghan's mood became more complicated.

Walking to the door, he gave Su Wangge, who was smiling and dancing inside, a few coughs, "cough cough ......"

Hearing the voice, Su Elegy's smiling face was immediately shaken away, and the words "Why did you come" written on his face clearly.

Shen Qinghan became more and more unhappy, and said, "Let's go."

Su Elegy reluctantly put up a smile, and shook his head lovelessly, "Can I not leave?"

Shen Qinghan bluntly cut off Su Elegy's thoughts, "No"

Su Wangge lowered his face and turned his head to ask Qing Miao for help, but before the distress signal could be successfully launched, he was pulled out by a "black-faced" man who hurriedly came in.

"I still have important things to do, come and visit the ghost king another day" Shen Qinghan threw down a sentence lightly.

Su Elegy turned his head frequently, his eyes were full of the message of "save me, save me", but Qing Xuan was also "incomprehensible", thinking that someone had just met him, and he had a lot of reluctance in his heart, so he said: "Your Royal Highness, you don't have to be so reluctant, I will bring Ning Ying to see you in a few days."

When Su Elegy heard this inexplicable sentence, he was about to cry: Who the hell can't bear you...... I'll let you keep me......

followed Shen Qinghan "secretly" back to Xuanyuan Peak, Lord Shen Feng immediately took a small vacation, saying that he was seriously injured by the witch Su Elegy and had to retreat for a period of time, so it was logical to nest in Hanfeng Ju to "retreat".

Shen Qinghan didn't know what he was writing with a pen, Su Wangge sat in the distance and held his cheeks and teased: "Lord Shen Feng's heart is not beating and his face is not red, and he is good at deceiving people, why are you seriously injured?"

Shen Qinghan looked at her with a stingy look, and said slowly: "I have been hidden for so many years and was discovered by you, Your Excellency is really a rare talent." I'm really sick in the head, I'm much smarter than the average person, and I'm often out of step with you because I'm not stupid enough."

Su Wangge rolled his eyes weakly, got up and walked behind him, glanced at it casually, and didn't see what was written clearly, and began to praise him.

Su Wangge praised with a rather exaggerated expression: "Oh, Lord Shen Feng's writing is really good...... Support but not flow, system but not embarrassment, pure and strong, strong and long,"

"Poof," Shen Qinghan chuckled.

Su Wangge frowned, feeling that things were not so simple, so she was finally willing to read the words on the paper carefully, and her face suddenly turned into a dish.

The power of the words on the paper penetrates the back of the paper, and it is quite showy, but the content is very incongruous: the surname Su is an elegy, the sex is stupid and lacking, quiet as dead mud, moving like a chaotic dog, standing like a crooked neck is loose, and sitting is like a boneless earthworm.

Su Elegy grabbed the piece of paper and crumpled it, "You're all bored, you can't speak when you see it, let me show you what it means to be happy."

Su Wangge took a pen and a piece of rice paper, dipped it in black ink, and began to write.

Shen Qinghan looked at it with interest at first, but when the first word was formed, he felt that his eyes were poked a little painfully, and he couldn't help asking, "Do your hands hurt?"

Su Elegy snorted, glared at him dissatisfied, "Isn't it pretty?", this is still a recognizable character that she slowly wrote after marriage with Shen Qinghan's unremitting efforts, and she thinks she is still very talented.

Shen Qinghan's facial expression stiffened, "...... Good...... See...... It has the effect of killing people invisibly."

Su Elegy has always been willing to accept praise from others, no matter whether the meaning of this praise is good or bad, she will swallow the whole thing, "Where, where, it's not so powerful"

Shen Qinghan: ......

"Okay, it's done" Su Elegy put down his pen, patted the non-existent ash on his hand, stretched his waist and walked to the door, "Lord Shen Feng, it's not early, rest early"

Shen Qinghan didn't answer her, staring at her few "demonic and ghostly" words a little distracted.

The paper reads: I came this time, I know a person, and I want to pick the stars and the moon and give it to him.

I once saw the spring breeze under the flower tree, the boy in white, and the master of Xuanyuan Peak played the flute.

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