After waiting for a while, there was no movement. Murong Wan said to Xiaoxue and Xiaobao who were standing aside, "Let's go and get out of this hellish place!"
Xiaobao got the order and ran away immediately, packed his baggage and wanted to leave.
Xiaoxue shook her head when she saw this. Xiaobao was too bitchy. As long as Murong Wan said it, he would have no objection.
She approached Murong Wan and asked: "We are leaving like this, are you sure?!"
"I don't like to joke." Murong Wan straightened Xiaoxue's beautiful face and asked, "If you want to stay in this place, I will never stop you."[
"That's not okay. I will be wherever you are. We are a family and will never be separated." Xiaoxue said, hugging Murong Wan's slender waist tightly and rubbing her arms again and again.
Murong Wan looked at the woman in her arms who was acting coquettishly towards her in disbelief.
"You have lived for a thousand years and are so much older than me, yet you have the nerve to act coquettishly to me. Don't you think it's embarrassing to do such a thing?" Murong Wan pushed the woman in his arms away angrily.
Xiaoxue wanted to throw herself into Murong Wan's arms, but the next moment, her body was pulled away by a force.
Murong Wan looked blankly at the man in front of her and muttered: "Qiu Luo?!"
She pinched Xiaoxue's thigh hard. Xiaoxue jumped up in pain and angrily said to Murong Wan: "Why are you pinching me for no reason?!"
"It turns out I'm not dreaming." Murong Wan grabbed Xiaoxue and asked, "Can you see the autumn fall?!"
Xiaoxue saw the man standing in front of her and blinked her beautiful eyes: "I saw a ghost. I'm so afraid of ghosts..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly rushed to the man, pulled him around twice, and then fell into his arms.
Murong Wan and Xiao Bao looked speechless. Is this called being afraid of ghosts? How dare you throw yourself into someone's arms if you are afraid of ghosts, and how dare you belittle this handsome guy? How can this be called being truly afraid of ghosts?
"Fuck you!" Qiu Luo endured it for a while, but finally couldn't help but push Xiaoxue away who was lying on his chest.
"It turns out ghosts can talk." Xiaoxue excitedly wanted to touch Qiu Luo's face, but Qiu Luo avoided it this time and was in front of Murong Wan in an instant.
Xiaobao also curiously touched Qiu Luo's hand and felt it was warm. He asked Murong Wan in confusion: "Mom, do ghosts also have warmth?!"
"Isn't it possible?" Murong Wan thought Xiaobao was joking, so she grabbed Qiu Luo's hand and ignored his ruffian-like smile.
"It is indeed warm, are you not a ghost?" Murong Wan said and slapped Qiu Luo hard on the face.
Qiu Luo was a little dizzy from being beaten. He hurriedly retreated from Murong Wan, shook his head and replied: "You are the most violent and impatient woman I have ever seen. You just want to run away when you return to Qiu's house..."
"Okay, okay, I don't like people preaching the most. Tell me, what's going on? If you're not dead, where are you hiding? If you're not dead, what's going on with the damn corpse?!"
Murong Wan said angrily.
She really thought that this dead man was dead, and it turned out that he was deceiving her feelings. When she learned that Qiu Luo was a corpse, she felt sorry for this stunning man for half a quarter of an hour.
"The corpse was transformed by my magic weapon. I hid in the magic weapon when someone poisoned me. I didn't come out of the magic weapon until the person who harmed me left, and the magic weapon was used by me again.
The weapon was refining and turned into my appearance. Haven't you seen that fifty years later, the so-called corpse has not changed its shape?" Qiu Luo replied with a smile, and took advantage of the opportunity to touch Murong Wan's little face.
