Chapter 079 Female Ghost in the Middle Night

Zhuge Aoshuang raised his eyebrows: "Then how can your prince know my appearance?"

Sima Yan touched his chin: "Well, it can naturally be seen from your ugly wanted notice." With that, he pulled a wet cloth out of his wet clothes.

The cloth was spread out by him, and it turned out to be her in women's clothing.

And it's the way she looks in a women's dress but a dragon robe!

Every time she wears a dragon robe, she dresses up as a man. Even in the next court, she first takes off the dragon robe and then replaces it with a woman's bun. It is impossible for a woman to wear a dragon robe.

Zhuge Aoshuang stepped back and frowned: "Did you draw it yourself?"

Sima Yan curled his lips disdainfully: "Nonsense, you don't look at who your husband is. What is a picture? Do you think it looks like it?

Listening to his words, a chill rose from the bottom of Zhuge Aoshuang's heart.

This person has never seen her look like a woman, but she can draw her woman's clothes with his wanted notice!

Is the witch really or hypocritical to make her the crown princess?

As I was thinking, a dark arrow broke through the air and stabbed straight into Zhuge Aoshuang's back heart.

A chill came behind Zhuge Aoshuang, which she had felt once in the imperial study before.

At present, Zhuge Aoshuang stretched out her hand and pulled the witch prince Sima Yan, who quickly arrived in front of her, behind her, and she herself took advantage of the little momentum generated by La Sima Yan to go behind him.

The feather arrow came too fast. If she didn't do this, she couldn't avoid it at all, so she didn't think about it. She made the practice of making Sima Yan a meat shield at the fastest speed.

Sima Yan was used as a meat shield, shook his head with a wry smile, and rolled to the ground with Zhuge Aoshuang.

Zhuge Aoshuang rolled on the ground with him twice, but he smelled the good smell of grass in his nose.

This smell... I also smelled it in the Jinluan Hall before, so is it Sima Yan who saved her on the Jinluan Hall before?

"Hey, that man, get out of my way!" A coquettish scold came, and his voice was sharp and domineering, which made Zhuge Aoshuang's face appear in his mind after hearing it.

Sure enough, when Zhuge Aoshuang turned his head, he saw the witch princess's delicate bow and arrow about to shoot the second arrow at her.

Zhuge Aoshuang jumped up violently, pulled Sima Yan on the ground and stood in front of him, preparing to make him a meat shield again.

"Well, do you want me to hide? I'd rather spend my life and be a ghost. His Royal Highness Sima Yan touched his chin and said with a hippie smile.

The witch princess opened her mouth in shock when she saw her appearance and said angrily, "Brother Prince!"

Sima Yan, the prince of the witch clan, nodded: "Sister hasn't eaten yet, has she? Let's go to Wanlai Pavilion to drink and eat meat!"

Princess Murong Yujie stamped her feet angrily, then threw the feather arrow to the ground with a shy face, and walked towards Sima Yan with small steps.

"Brother prince, why are you with this wildling?" Murong Yujie pulled Sima Yan forward to keep him away from Zhuge Aoshuang. At the same time, she stared at Zhuge Aoshuang fiercely and directly stared at her eyes like copper bells.

Zhuge Aoshuang raised her hand and punched the back of the back of the witch princess, and her hand was mixed with blood that had been pinched out by her own nails.

Zhuge Aoshuang knows that her own blood is poisonous in the world!

"Puff!" Murong Yujie was unprepared. She was bombarded by Zhuge Aoshuang and poisoned. A mouthful of black blood sprayed straight out of her mouth.

Murong Yujie's face suddenly turned pale, and bean-sized sweat beads came out of her forehead. More and more, her lips turned white and looked very painful.

Murong Yujie's slender fingers wiped the blood stains from the corners of her mouth, turned around and looked at Zhuge Aoshuang, who was rubbing her wrists and wearing a beggar's clothes, and gritted her teeth hatefully: "You are despicable!"

Zhuge Aoshuang rubbed his wrist, and the words spit out in his mouth were cold and ruthless: "I thought that only you would hurt people behind your back, and others would not? So what if I'm despicable?

With that, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to catch it. He took Murong Yujie's black feather arrows and bows that he often carried behind his back in his hand. He ignored Murong Yujie's stunned eyes and raised his feet and used light skills to go to the distance.

Murong Yujie was bombarded by Zhuge Aoshuang's ten-in-one internal force, and she was poisoned, and fell down as soon as her body softened.

Sima Yan, the prince of the witch, half dragged Murong Yujie and looked at the fading back of Zhuge Aoshuang in front of him and grinned.

This woman is sinister and vicious!

Sima Yan raised his foot and couldn't help but catch up.

"Brother Prince!" A fragile cry blocked Sima Yan's foot that was about to lift.

Sima Yan looked at Murong Yujie in his arms and smiled bitterly, "Yujie, why don't you stay in the palace? I asked the prince to take you back to recover from his wounds.

Murong Yujie was weak but shouted with all her strength: "Brother Prince! Do you really like that wild breed? What's good about her? She and her family have been expelled by the witch clan for a long time!"

Sima Yan shook his head: "I don't like it, I just think it's fun. Yujie, I have always loved you. Good boy, go back to the palace to recover from your wounds.

Sima Yan said and didn't wait for Murong Yujie to answer, he hit the back of her neck with a knife, and then blew a loud whistle.

With his whistle, a group of people in red suddenly appeared around him.

They were all dressed in red, arranged cold knives, knelt on one knee to Sima Yan, waiting for instructions.

"No one is allowed to let her go without the order of the prince to take the young lady back."

"Yes."

And the two servants who followed Murong Yujie looked at Sima Yan's appearance and panicked to get close to Murong Yujie, but were killed by these officers and soldiers in red the next moment.

A scar on the face of the leading officer and soldier in red was ferocious and horrible, which made people look at the chill at the bottom of their hearts.

"Scar, you can't find anyone!" Sima Yan touched his chin and snorted coldly at the scar face of the leader.

Scar's face changed, knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Sima Yan and said, "I am incompetent! Your Highness, please punish!"

"I won't punish you. You can just break an arm." Sima Yan touched his chin and said carelessly.

"I obey!"

With a crisp sound, the cold knife came out of his body and flashed a silver light.

As the silver and white knife passed, a bloody dark arm was cut off by the scar face.

The blood-stained cold knife fell to the ground in a parabola, bounced twice on the green grass, and then lay down next to the black broken arm that was constantly oozing blood.

Sima Yan touched his chin and said, "Ok, you go."

As his words fell, all the officers and soldiers in red retreated like a tide.

Just as they came quietly before, they retreated quietly.

If it weren't for the dark blood-stained arm on the grass, no one could believe that all this was not an illusion.

Sima Yan touched his chin, raised his foot and followed Zhuge Aoshuang in the direction he left.

It's night, as dark as ink.

On the dark sky, there is no moon, and the whole sky seems to be a black hole, full of endless strangeness.

On a dark uninhabited path, a white shadow floats away from the ground, rising and lower. On this dark path with only the faint light of stars, it looks horrible.

"A! Ghost...ghost!"

A sad scream broke the silent night, but on this dark path, no matter how loud the shout is, no one will come in to check it.

The person who screamed sadly was a drunkard. He was drunk and stared. He was staggering on the way home, but along the way, he saw a woman floating in the air.

He saw the woman in a white coat all over her body, and a long blue silk drooped down, blocking her whole face.

Two feet away from the ground, floating high and low.

In his knowledge, only ghosts can float like this, and in the middle of the night without moonlight and candlelight.

Although Zhuge Aoshuang took a shower in the water, she found that the smell on her clothes was still a little unbearable after she came out.

So she took off the beggar's clothes outside and left only a man's white underwear inside. Because it was a man's, it was particularly loose on her body and covered her shoes.

She looked at no one around and was a little tired when walking on the road, so she used light functions.

Unexpectedly, before a cup of tea floated, he heard a miserable howle, and hearing the meaning of the words, he seemed to have bumped into a ghost.

But is there really a ghost in this world?

She shook her head and was about to jump over the howling man, but she saw him staring straight at herself. The wine jar in her hand rolled to the ground with a bang, and the wine jar was broken to the ground with a few liquor in it.

Zhuge Aoshuang stopped and floated in front of him in doubt, motionless. Only a long green silk rolled up with the wind, and the wide white underwear floated.

"Lord Ghost! Ghost beauty! If you spare the small one, the small one will burn incense for you when you go home! Lord Ghost, please don't take the little one away... Whoo-woo..."

The man stared for a while, as if he wanted to faint, but he tried but failed. He was so scared that he crawled at the feet of Zhuge Aoshuang like a snail.

To be precise, it is crawling two feet away from the ground at the feet of Zhuge Aoshuang.

The man cried and howled, asking Zhuge Aoshuang, the ghost, not to take him away. If you have any wishes, don't look for him. He, a small civilian, can't do anything that even the ghost lord can't do.

Zhuge Aoshuang suddenly felt funny when she heard it.

It turns out that this guy treats her as a ghost.

But...