Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

Chapter 132: Corpse King Wanyan Qingji, we meet again [1]

An Ting held on to both sides of the ladder tightly. He was so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his chest, but he still pretended to be calm on his face. He gritted his teeth and turned his back to the 'person' behind him and said something. : "What...I fell down accidentally. I didn't mean to disturb your dream. I'll leave right away."

The 'person' behind him still held An Ting's ankle tightly, and even pulled him into his arms.

An Ting leaned against that 'person's' chest. He didn't feel the 'person's' heartbeat, and he was immediately stunned with fear.

"Then..." At this moment, An Ting felt goosebumps all over his body. He wanted to break free, but the other party was very strong and locked him tightly in his arms.

The next second, the 'person' came close to An Ting's ear, and his long black hair fell naturally beside An Ting's cheek. An Ting glanced at the long black hair, and couldn't help but think about a horror movie. The scene only lasted for a moment. He rolled his eyes and then fainted.

It was already morning when An Ting woke up. He rubbed his eyes that were stung by the morning light, then opened them and stood up.

An Ting looked around and found that he was not in the pit last night, but on a clean soil slope, so he patted the soil on his body, frowned and muttered: "Is it because I had a nightmare last night? Really? Are they all fake?"

Just when An Ting breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw a person standing not far away. The person had long black hair, long and straight, until it almost touched the ground.

The man seemed to know that An Ting was looking at him, so he also turned to look at An Ting.

The man was facing the morning light. The morning light shone on his white side face, and the tip of his nose seemed to be shining with diamonds. The picture was unbelievably beautiful.

When the man turned to face An Ting, An Ting met his eyes. He was instantly shocked by the other person's eyes and froze in place.

Seeing the man approaching him step by step, An Ting noticed what he was wearing. He was wearing a black and gold robe, with long robe tails trailing behind him. The collar and sleeves were embroidered with gold threads. It was not difficult for An Ting to tell. The person in front of me is either rich or noble.

Who is this guy?

Why is he here?

As the other party got closer and closer, An Ting found that the other party's eyes were particularly strange, with red pupils.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Why is this voice so familiar?

I seem to have heard it somewhere...

suddenly!

An Ting thought of what happened last night. He took a half step back in shock, "You...you are the one last night..."

An Ting did not say the ghost word at the end because he was worried that the other party would be angry and kill him.

"It was you who disturbed my sweet dream without permission last night."

"Misunderstanding, I didn't mean it, I fell down accidentally."

"I don't care if you do it intentionally or not, I am relying on you."

"What?" An Ting thought he heard wrongly. He asked in surprise: "What did you just say?"

"From today on, I will follow you. I will go wherever you go. Don't even think about leaving me and running away."

An Ting was puzzled and asked again and again: "No, why are you following me? I don't know you. Also, are you a human or a ghost? If you are a ghost, humans and ghosts have different paths, and I don't want to be sucked dry by you. The yang energy becomes a withered skeleton.”

Immediately afterwards, the man stood with his hands clasped in front of An Ting, and introduced himself to An Ting seriously, "My real name is Wanyan Qingji, and I am a thousand years old. What is your name?"

"Wanyan Qingji? A thousand years old?! Then you are a ghost?"

"Ghosts have no entity. Do you think I look like a ghost?"

"Could it be that you are the Corpse King?"

Wanyan Qingji nodded and raised his chin proudly, "You can think so."

"You haven't told me what your name is yet."

An Ting pursed her lips and whispered a name, "Xia An Ting."

"Anting? It's a good name. The country is peaceful and the people are safe, and the birds are in the court."

When Wanyan Qingji said the last word, An Ting's eyes turned red on the spot.

Is that him?