Ghost King's Mysterious Bride

The moonlight is like blood, with a cold light.

In the quiet deep sea, the reefs bear the beating of the waves again and again, and the tinkling of the feet rings smartly under the blowing of the sea breeze.

The sky was booming, the waves were beating against the rocks with increasing force among the thunder and lightning.

Untied the foot bell and looked into the depths of the sea. The woman standing on the reef looked sad and stared at the lightning. She raised the foot bell high in her hand, and there was a loud bang, and a bolt of lightning struck her directly. The powerful electric current instantly struck her. It runs through her whole body.

In an instant, the woman fell to the ground and died.

"No! No!!!" Waking up suddenly from sleep, fine beads of sweat soaked Ye Wujue's bright red brocade robe, and horror was deeply imprinted in his eyes.

Time and time again, year after year, this nightmare has been with him for as long as he can remember, 20 years, 20 years.

What exactly does this dream represent?Who is that woman?Why can't I see her face clearly every time?

"Ye Wujue, you're awake. Are you having a nightmare?" The sweet voice slowly fell into Ye Wujue's ears, and when she turned her head, she saw Qian Ling who had already woken up lying on the bed, looking at him with her head tilted.

Although her complexion was still a little pale at this moment, compared with last night, her face was slightly bloodier.

He stretched out the back of his hand and touched Qian Ling's forehead, but there was no fever.

It seems that the first poisonous hair has passed.

"It's just a nightmare. There's nothing to be afraid of. Look at the sweat on your face. Lord Tangtang Ye was frightened into such a state by a nightmare. If it spreads, people outside will laugh at it." " Taking away Ye Wujue's hand on his forehead, Qian Ling pulled up his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead for him, chattering nonsense.

Concentrating on Qian Ling, Ye Wujue didn't speak, just looked at her, motionless.

"Well, can you let me go first?" Ye Wujue looked a little shy, Qian Ling wanted to move her body, but she couldn't get up because he hugged her too tightly.

Feeling the ambiguous temperature of the two of them clinging together, Qian Ling couldn't help but blushed.

Did he just sleep with her in his arms last night?

But, how did she come back?

Why is there no impression at all.

"Ye Wujue, I remember we were outside? When did I fall asleep? How did I get back?" With her head pressed against Ye Wujue's chin, Qian Ling pushed his chest, wanting to look up he.

"Don't move, let me hug you well." Pushing Qian Ling's restless little head back into his arms, Ye Wujue didn't intend to tell Qian Ling about her poisoning.

"Ye Wujue, do you like me?" Slowly wrapping his arms around Ye Wujue's waist, and pillowing in his wide arms, Qian Ling asked softly: "I'm talking about the current me, Not the one before we got married."

Qian Ling's question just made Ye Wujue hug her even tighter, but he didn't answer her question.

"Okay, okay, I promise you that you don't have to answer." Qian Ling smiled desolately when he didn't hear the answer he wanted to hear.

Looking at Qian Ling's lost appearance, deep smile lines rippled in Ye Wujue's dark eyes.

"What are you laughing at, laugh at me again..."

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed Qian Ling's lips, blocking her chatter.

Feeling the coldness on her lips, Qian Ling widened her eyes and forgot to breathe.