857 tear you apart

t with emotions means it has strong attachments. Such ghosts are very smart, incredibly smart. They can mislead people, which is why we have the idiom "ghost stories abound." Our ancestors taught us t...It’s not a good idea to get too close. I'm afraid he might knock me over.

He snatched me up with one hand, his sword gleaming in the dim light as he slashed at the necks of those cannon fodder. I saw several black talismans being torn away.

"Paper figures, straw men, puppets... These are simple spells, just a way to buy some time... I'll teach you later when we have more time," he said nonchalantly.

I saw his blade draw a few drops of blood, and I was frightened. I quickly grabbed him and said, “Be careful! You cut too deep!”

"I know my limits. Pain is what it takes to bring these people back to their senses... Do I have to cast spells on each one individually to wake them up I don't have the patience for that." He flicked his sword blade, withdrawing its cold edge and sheathing it behind his waist.

There are so many people in this alley, it's sure to attract a crowd when the sun comes up. We need to leave quickly.

Mu Wanchen couldn't wear his cape-adorned clothes here either. He held me in one arm and supported my back with the other as we walked out of this narrow alley.

The darkness on the walls and floor gradually receded, and the distorted space slowly vanished.

I reached out and hugged his neck, burying my chin in his collarbone. Our breaths mingled, our cheeks brushed, and I couldn't help but feel my heart beat faster.

He was no stranger to disheveled clothes, but the rapid beating of his heart felt new. He must have sensed it.

A cool night breeze slipped through the gaps in his clothes, and the place where his hand covered me was still warm and inviting, making me wriggle uncomfortably.

He tilted his head slightly, brushing his lips against my earlobe, and I felt a surge of heat throughout my body.

I'm trying to subtly blame the female centipede. It must be her doing, making my body temperature rise and feel all tingly and achy.

Before he could even speak, Mu Wanchen whispered a reprimand: “Don’t move.”

I understand what he means, I am pressed against his shoulder blades by him stroking my back, tightly pressed against his shoulder and collarbone.

But being so close, even a simple word carried the heat of shared breath, our skin pressed together practically burning—I refuse to believe there wasn't some push and pull from both the male and female cuckoos.

I buried my head, he just needed to tilt his head slightly and nod for our lips to meet.

He did so as well.

"Next time, don't dress like that. It's inconvenient and easy to have an accident." he said softly.

I watched as his sharply defined lips brushed against my own, a barely perceptible touch that sent shivers down my spine.

"Oh… From now on, before I go to sleep, I'll put on a suit of armor, keep a strong bow and crossbow and Guan Gong's big knife by my bed, just in case anything unexpected happens. What do you think"

He was displeased with my sarcastic and rebuttal words, slightly frowned and scolded in a low voice: "…… willful and capricious, strong on the outside but weak on the inside."

He always says things like this. When will I hear him say something nice

I tilted my chin up slightly and brushed his lips with mine.

As light as a dragonfly's landing.

He chuckled softly, a slight upturn of his lips, and behind the veil, his eyes glimmered with an eerie light.

For about a thousandth of a second, I felt a warm, tingling pressure on my lips.

Even that warmth was about to spread to her lips—

Heart pounding, this is what it truly means to have a heart pounding like a drum.

I think my heart is about to jump out of my chest.

Just as their breaths were about to fully intertwine, the red paper figurine that had been perched on his other shoulder suddenly jumped up!

"Wow! My Lord Wuzhang, I've discovered a big problem! I was going to tell you—oh… oh no!"

"...."

I almost got scared to death by the red paper figurine that suddenly jumped up in front of me. My hand loosened and it almost fell, luckily Mu Wanchen held on tight.

Now I was holding the little paper man's head, letting him sway wildly in the night wind.

"My queen, I was wrong."

"Your Highness, I didn't know you had such taste—"

"Your Highness, I didn't see anything!"

"Little Princess, I—"

I glared at him, "Shut up, or I'll break you!"

I blushed and buried my face in my arm, my ears burning as I pressed against Mu Wanchen's cheek.

"Rip it." Mu Wanchen suddenly said in a low voice.

What I was just talking.

"Oh!! Great Shaman King, I was wrong! Great Shaman King, God King, please spare me, please spare me! I was rushing back to report the situation! It wasn't intentional that I barged in on you and the little princess being intimate—ah bah bah, I didn't see anything!" Little Liang cried out pitifully.

“Really torn” I asked.

I looked at the little red paper figure in my hand. It was silent now, its limbs hanging limply, swaying gently in the wind.

Mu Wanchen nodded and said, "A Liang's spiritual power has been withdrawn, so it can be torn."

"What a shame, it's stacked so nicely. Let's save it for next time," I murmured.

After using a talisman, it must be destroyed and cannot be reused... Next time I'll give you more, and teach you a few simple ways to use them," Mu Wanchen said lightly.

As he spoke, I returned to my own small building from the Dharma Gate passage.

I immediately felt a chill of disappointment as he got off me. He urged me back to bed, saying that he still had to go get a report from Ah Liang and would come back for me when dawn broke.

I nodded my head with my eyes covered. After he left, I lifted the covers and got out of bed to find my pajamas again.

It's the season of transition between summer and autumn, with a big temperature difference between day and night. As I was changing clothes, I got goosebumps all over. I couldn't help but look outside again—making sure it wasn't that female ghost popping out again.

Since he borrowed that small peach wood sword from his senior brother and hung it up on the screen, the female ghost hasn't dared to appear openly.

Her resentment, though barely perceptible, always left me on edge, suspicious and anxious.

Even if I wanted to drive her away, she'd have to show up first, wouldn't she Where would I even find her if she didn't

That cultural merchant Daozong also said that there seems to be something inside the bracelet, but it needs to be scanned to confirm, and it has to be cut open to know what it is.

Even the old monster hiding in another world wanted to catch me, and he had minions. He even had eyes and ears in Mu Wanchen's city and was cultivating his forces in ordinary society.

This old monster wants to go to heaven.

Because I slept too late, and my dreams were filled with pink bubbles, the next morning, I was once again pulled out of bed by my fifth senior sister.

"What kind of dream were you having! You're so soft and limp! Get up and eat breakfast now! How old are you, why do you get lazier as you live You weren't this lazy when you were little!" My fifth sister's sharp voice woke me up a bit.

I yawned and asked, "Class again today…"

"I've practically memorized your timetable! Don't you remember You really have gotten spoiled!" She quickly made my bed, then suddenly spotted the ragged clothes I had tossed at the foot.

She reached out and shook it, frowning in puzzlement: "Little junior sister, what's going on here How did your good clothes get such a big hole"

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