"May I have your name?"

"My servant is called Nuomi..."

“When did you enter the building?”

While speaking, the Ghost King picked up the chin of the glutinous rice.

Looking at the blood vessels at its jaw.

He licked his lips unconsciously.

She hadn't drunk human blood for decades, but today, she suddenly had this impulse.

"If you want to my aunt, glutinous rice was sent to Shuixiefang last month."

As its name suggests, the glutinous rice is soft and sounds very nice.

"Last month?"

Thinking of the "Great Purge" Fire Ghost King in Linjiang last month, he looked at the little girl who was obviously from a wealthy background in front of him.

A trace of pity flashed in his eyes:

“How old is this year?”

"fourteen."

"Okay, you will be my maid in the future."

Nodded at Nuomi, the Fire Ghost King took back his nails.

"Give me instructions, before you are eighteen years old, you will be responsible for serving me."

"Thank you, thank you."

"Okay, look at you being pitiful, go down."

"yes...."

Looking at the back of Nuomi leaving, the Fire Ghost King shook his head.

Take out a fiery red bead from under the neck and soak it in ginseng tea.

"This generation of emperors is not good.

But the battle between the Ghost Emperor in Beimang Mountain...

If I don't vote for him, I will go north to Chang'an..."

Ginseng tea, which was stained with the spirit of the Fire Spirit Pearl, was drunk by the Fire Ghost King.

Wipe your mouth.

Feeling the hot spiritual energy in the chest and abdomen, the Fire Ghost King couldn't help but squint:

"If it really doesn't work, I can only wait for the next time.

But when will you wait next time?

A hundred years or three hundred years?”

Thinking of the "Fei Peng" who had given the Southern Song Dynasty another life, the Fire Ghost King felt that he didn't like anything.

Her irritability is not without reason.

The position of the Ghost Emperor has been destroyed in all dynasties, and a rank can only be produced between heaven and earth.

The Ghost King is not a realm.

But if a ghost king ascends to the throne of the Ghost Emperor, his realm will naturally be promoted to the Ghost Immortal in the next period of time.

It can be said that God helps!

The position of Ghost Emperor born this time was born sixty years ago when the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed.

It was only after a hundred years of pregnancy that it was born.

In this battle, because of the old monster in Black Mountain, the Fire Ghost King himself did not expect anything.

After all, the difference between the two is too big.

Even if she has the fire spirit bead protection, she only has a three-point chance of winning.

The Fire Ghost King is ready to wait until the Southern Song Dynasty is destroyed.

It was only when the next dynasty was born that he took the position of Ghost Emperor.

In her opinion, it shouldn't take long.

Just like the Southern Song Dynasty, it only took decades to do it.

The dragon energy of the Southern Song Dynasty looked like it was dying...

But who would like to?

At the end of last year, the flying roll spread its wings!

Flying to Jiangbei, he was stunned to bite a large piece of flesh and blood from the northern Jinmeng, and turned around and fed it to the residual dragon of the Southern Song Dynasty!

This disappointed the Fire Ghost King.

Someone is going against the will of heaven and change his fate!

Looks like that, this Feipeng still has the meaning of continuing to go north!

If she continues to play like this, she wants to wait for the next Ghost King, what year and month will she have to wait?

If you wait for hundreds of years...

I thought of what the living god on Wudang Mountain was doing.

The Fire Ghost King felt that he would not be able to wait for so long.

As a last resort, she turned her attention to Zhao Yi again!

But this Zhao Yi, no matter how you look at it, they are all short-lived...

"Or what if you want to find an opportunity to kill that Feipeng?"

He whispered like this on his lips.

The Fire Ghost King knew that she was not the only one with such thoughts.

I can't beat the one on Wudang Mountain.

Then everyone can only bully people easily.

Yue Pengju is one.

Zhao Yi, who couldn't even get together with ghost spirits.

It's also considered one.

"It seems that we have to find an opportunity to get together with them. After all, neither of them looks easy to start."

Thinking of the many guards around Yue Pengju, and thinking about the four spirit ghosts guarding him when he saw Zhao Yi that day.

The Fire Ghost King had some headaches.

She is not the only one who has a headache.

At this time, in Linjiang City, the Royal Inner.

Zhao Yi slept on the dragon collapse.

Around it, the four spirit ghosts also turned pale.

"Isn't it wrong?"

"Zhao Yi, therefore, in the twenty-sixth year of Shenyi, he was fifty-two years old!"

"But look at his face, it seems that he can live for another twenty years?"

"I'm afraid I won't live for three years."

"I heard your evil spirits at the beginning, so I said he looked like a short life, but you must ask me!"

"But he didn't do that at the beginning, and the hexagram was also good..."

"What's the use of saying this? People are going to die! Think about what we should do!"

"Go into the North and fight for the Ghost Emperor?"

A ghost said miserably, but in turn, the other three were glaring.

"Do you want to die? I haven't lived enough yet!"

"That guy from Black Mountain has gone crazy for the position of the Beijian Ghost Emperor this time!"

"Do you dare to grab it?"

"Don't dare..."

"Don't say these useless things, think about how we can save our lives!"
To be continued...