C38 (1/2)

The moment he said that, everyone was shocked.

Marshal Wu was stunned but before he could come to his senses, he heard King Qinguang say, ”Heavenly Master Fang, there is a reason for your appointment. No need to trouble yourself.”

Pingye spoke up lightly, ”The human heart is hard to fathom, but the ghost heart is even harder to fathom.”

King Qinguang said helplessly, ”Alright, I agree.”

Fang Miaomiao then laughed sincerely, ”Thank you, Your Highness King Qinguang.”

Marshal Wu was stunned on the spot as if he was struck by lightning.

Fang Miaomiao stretched out her hand towards King Qinguang. ”Hand it over.”

What Fang Miaomiao wanted was the talisman that represented the five great marshals of the Underworld. Since King Qinguang had already agreed, then he would strike the iron while it was still hot and settle the matter.

King Qinguang was stunned as he came to his senses. With a flick of his sleeve, the marshal token Marshal Wu hung from his waist fell into his hands. Hand over the Marshal's Talisman to Fang Miaomiao, King Qinguang smiled bitterly and pointed at the ghost soldiers and ghost generals who were staggering about. He said, ”Heavenly Master Fang, you can let them go now.”

Fang Miaomiao looked at the Marshal's Medallion, then waved her hand and kept the Demon Subduing and Demon Subduing Whip. Her eyes shone like stars: ”Of course, Your Highness, you can bring them away anytime.”

King Qinguang raised his hand and opened the door to hell, then left with the decadent Marshal Wu and the group of ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

A wisp of clear fish-belly white quietly covered the night sky. The bright and resplendent morning glow was like a red pigment that had been mixed with water, splashing all over the horizon.

In a quiet room, Qingyuan was napping at the Eight Immortals Table with one hand on her head. Yu Xuan helped Fang Miaomiao recover from her injuries. After eating the Qi replenishing Jade Dew Pill, she sat upright on the prayer mat, crossed her legs, and closed her eyes as she meditated like a monk. Lu Zhinan lay on the bed, sound asleep.

Fang Miaomiao sat by his side and lightly tucked his feet under him. The fearlessness and perseverance Lu Zhinan displayed when facing strong enemies made her feel both surprised and touched. He didn't think that the gentle and rich Lu Zhinan would also have such a resolute and courageous side.

Fang Miaomiao raised her eyes and looked out the window, watching the sunlight slowly circulate and shine on the edges of the window, forming different patterns.

It was like a long dream.

When Lu Zhinan woke up, his vision was a little blurry. He blinked his eyes hard, and then saw that Fang Miaomiao had fallen asleep beside his bed.

She was so close to him, he stared at her, she was so peaceful, so elegant. Lu Zhinan's heart was beating loudly. He was so nervous that he felt like jumping out of his chest.

It was like a seed that had been dormant for a long time, quietly and quietly sprouting in his heart. Lu Zhinan slightly smiled, his clear eyes that were like jade waves brimming with a shallow sense of warmth.

Lu Zhinan supported himself with both hands, slowly rising to his feet, but unexpectedly, his actions still startled Fang Miaomiao. His heart was in a panic. He wanted to shift his gaze away from her body, but he was too late.

Seeing that Lu Zhinan had woken up, Fang Miaomiao immediately became more clear-headed, and immediately asked: ”You're awake, how do you feel?”

The pain of having his Primordial Spirit tortured was not something that could be alleviated so easily.