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Chapter 603 My Husband Is The Ghost Emperor 11.6
Howard slept soundly.

Even had a dream.

But when she woke up, she couldn't remember what kind of dream she had.

All I knew was that I slept until evening, and my stomach was so hungry.

After recruiting someone, they brought her some food and finished eating. In the evening, He Hua went out with the compass again.

The target this time is the Golden Luang Palace.

Generally speaking, the Golden Luan Hall is the place with the most yang energy in the palace, and ghosts and ghosts are not dared to stay in the Golden Luan Hall.

But ghosts also have levels.

Ghosts with high strength will not be afraid of yang energy. They can even walk under the sun at noon, looking like ordinary people.

Judging from the fact that she clearly felt that strange aura last night, but the compass did not find any clues, this ghost is obviously not low in level.

At least, not afraid of Yang Qi at all.

The same as when she entered the imperial study room last night, she felt that strange pressure again as soon as she entered the door.

But today is different from last night.

He Hua was pressed against the door by that strange force, even a cool feeling was slowly attached to his body.

She wanted to resist, but found that she couldn't move her hands at all.

I don't know what it is that is pressing me down, and my body is perfectly imprisoned by it, and I don't need any spiritual power at all.

This fear of facing the unknown made Hehua's complexion turn pale in an instant.

The original owner, An Qingge, has been used to this kind of thing since he was a child, so even in the face of this situation, he can remain calm.

But Howard is not.

In the past 1000 years in Penglai, Hehua can be said to have been pampered and raised by the people of Penglai.

Even if it was a fight, in most cases, she let her go.

I have never experienced such a supernatural plane before.

Even in the only time of the last days, it was not a zombie experience.

She is like a flower grown in a greenhouse, without going through too many hardships.

So much so that although she is not weak, she is still delicate.

This kind of fear of not being able to see or touch the enemy put her on the verge of collapse.

She was terrified.

Tears flowed out at once.

"why are you crying?"

After crying for a while, a low and hoarse male voice came from beside my ear.

Like old wine, seductive and intoxicating.

He Hua's fearful mood was immediately soothed by this voice.

The tightly closed eyes slowly opened tentatively.

Then I saw a face somewhat similar to Chi Qinglin's.

He was very good-looking.

The dragon and the phoenix are in the posture, and the instrument is magnificent.

The most important thing is his face.

It is a typical imperial face.

But she had seen the little emperor now, definitely not the person in front of her.

No, she was stupid.

This person knew at a glance that he was at least 20 years old, how could he be that little emperor.

"who are you?"

Just stopped crying, so that He Hua speaks with a nasal voice now.

A pair of clear eyes looked at him curiously.

The whole person looks very clean.

At least, from Chi Qingshu's point of view, it was very clean.

This kind of cleanliness is from the inside out. Not only is the person clean, but her soul is also clean.

Most importantly, she has a scent on her body.

He was so greedy that he wanted to devour her.

"Who am I? Haven't you been looking for me?"

His bony fingers hooked a strand of He Hua's hair and entangled it around his fingertips. Mo Tong stared at He Hua closely, observing her expression.

(End of this chapter)