The Han son smiled and showed his white little teeth.

"Okay, I'll be your brother, and I'll let my father and mother adopt you."

He stretched out his hand to the little ghost king.

The little ghost king looked at the white and tender little hands and was a little stunned. After a while, she continued to ask, "Are you serious?"

The son of the Han family nodded, "Of course, my father taught me that a gentleman's word is as good as hell!"

The little ghost king was illiterate and didn't understand any famous sayings and quotes. He only knew that the Han son agreed happily.

Han Zhiyu and his wife were really kind-hearted. When they saw their son come back with a cute little girl, they adopted him without saying a word.

The little ghost king was very happy.

Finally, she has a brother and parents who love her!

She left her territory and returned home with Han Zhiyu and the others.

She is the ghost king. If she wants to walk and live in the sunlight, she has to use her own ghost power. But Han Zhihui's family will be infected with ghost energy, which will affect her luck and life.

The little ghost king didn’t know so much, she just wanted to be with her family.

But the Han family's son was the youngest, so he couldn't stand it and fell ill first.

Han Zhiyu and his wife searched for him for famous doctors and took bitter medicine, but they had no effect.

A servant secretly told the couple: "Master, madam, if you bring the lady back, the young master will fall ill. She... She may be the lonely star of Tiansha, and she will be in trouble, otherwise she will not have any father or mother. If such a person continues to keep her, I am afraid that the young master's illness will never be cured."

Han Zhiyu frowned.

On the one hand, he was worried that his son's illness would not improve, but on the other hand, he was afraid that the little ghost king would not survive if they were separated.

After all, Mrs. Han felt sorry for her own son, so she proposed to send the little ghost king to the farm to raise her to see if her son's illness would improve before making plans.

The little ghost king was already angry when he overheard this.

In her opinion, Han Zhiyu and his wife wanted to send themselves away, which was equivalent to abandoning themselves.

She immediately became full of ghost energy and showed her ghostly figure, and wanted to destroy all the Han family.

However, a Nascent Soul monk followed the ghost energy and the monk happened to be a talisman. His ghost-suppressing talisman made the little ghost king suffer in great pain.

After a few rounds, the little ghost king could no longer resist it and was deeply trapped in the talisman formation, and his soul was about to scatter.

Han Zhiyu came over to plead with mercy: "Tianshi! She is my daughter, please show mercy!"

Mrs. Han also said: "Yes, please show mercy to give her a chance to reincarnate."

Even though the little ghost king was in pain, he heard the two of them clearly and looked at them blankly.

"Ahem! You can call me the true man of Chichai." Xuan Jing Mo Chen glanced at him, looking mysterious and mysterious. "She is the ghost king who is a disaster. With you for only one month, you have been infected with a lot of ghost aura. Your young master is seriously ill. It is precisely because of this. Now that you know her true identity, you should retreat. I will ask Tianlei to kill her."

Han Zhiyu stood in front of the talisman formation with a burning expression: "Real person! She became the Ghost King at a young age. It can be seen that she suffered. I also asked the Real person to be kind and give her a way out!"

"Yes, she was indeed cut off her flesh by her biological parents and died of pain and bleeding. But this is not the reason why she can do evil! She has harmed so many people, and the way of heaven is hard tolerant!" Xuan Jingmo said seriously.

More importantly, if he destroys the Ghost King, he can obtain certain merits and thus improve his cultivation.

After all, he has stayed in the Nascent Soul Realm for too long.

Unexpectedly, when Mrs. Han heard this, she covered her face and cried: "Real person! She was so abused by her biological parents, why can't you tell me the truth?!"

She only blames herself for not treating the little ghost king now.

Han Zhiyu's eyes were also red, "Real person, we couple are willing to spend ten years of life and give her a glimmer of hope."

"No, the Ghost King is the Ghost King, and no reason can be forgiven."

Xuan Jing Mo Chen swept and rolled the two of them aside.

A thunder talisman was sacrificed.

The sky is filled with thunder and clouds, and the thunder is dense.

Han Zhiyu struggled and wanted to save the Ghost King, but Xuan Jingmo felt that he was extremely hindered. He swept out with one palm, which made Han Zhiyu dizzy and fell to the ground.

The thunder had already struck down, the thunder exploded, and the sky and the earth were as bright as day.

"No!!!" Han Zhiyu shouted.

"Dad...Mom..." The little ghost king felt that the sky thunder was fierce. This time she must have lost her soul. She closed her eyes in fear.

Even if she is the Thousand Years Ghost King, she is a five-year-old child after all.

Of course—

When she thought she was about to receive severe pain, she fell into a warm embrace.

The man held her in one hand.

The breath was obviously strong but without attack. She did not feel any discomfort, but instead felt warm and peaceful.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman who was so beautiful that she could cleanse the world. Her red and black dress fluttered in the wind. She just picked her fingers and turned it blocked the thunder and then broke the talisman array.

Xuan Jingmo was shocked and saw that although the woman was beautiful, she had a faint scent of the underworld.

"Where did the ten thousand-year-old ghost come from?" Xuan Jing Mo Chen held it, leaped over and slashed straight down.

If you conquer her, you will definitely have great merit.

The woman raised her beautiful eyes slightly.

The slender fingers easily clamped his sword.

Even the spiritual power of the sword body seemed to be burned to death.

Her red lips opened slightly: "You little Taoist priest is so angry that you can only have this kind of cultivation in this life."

Xuan Jingmo's sword could not be pulled out. No matter how much spiritual power was mobilized, it was burned when it rushed out.

Sweat came from his forehead and shouted that something was wrong.

Because he has been killing demon cultivators for many years, he has never tried to be as embarrassed as he is today.

"What's the matter with me? It's not your turn to talk about it!" Xuan Jingmo was furious, "You have a ghostly aura, what kind of practice you know and what kind of cultivation is cultivated!"

"Ha." The woman sneered.

A divine seal appeared on her forehead, and the divine power gathered between her fingers, directly shaking Xuan Jingmo.

Xuan Jingmo rolled to the ground, and his spiritual power surged continuously, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The sword was inserted in front of him.

The woman was very unhappy: "Although I have lived for more than a few years, you keep saying that you are a thousand-year-old ghost. Do you know that this woman is very rude?"

Xuan Jingmo was shocked when he looked at the red divine seal between her forehead.

Who else has supreme divine power and the power of the underworld?!

He quickly knelt down and said, "I pay homage to the God of the Underworld!"

From Han Zhiyu's perspective, he only saw the side face and divine seal of the God of the Underworld.

Then he fainted.

The boss stopped when he said this.

Xie Beihan was just listening to it, but when he saw that he didn't continue to say it, he was immediately angry: "You continue to say it, why don't you say it?"

He also wanted to know if the true man of Pichai was killed by the God of the Underworld and what would happen to the little ghost king.

——Today's early update.

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