Chapter 68

Two adorable little girls poked a hole in the thin paper of the window and were eagerly "peeping" inside, though their actions were wrong and would make even ghosts blush, their appearance was so cute that the ghosts couldn't bear to scold them.

One of the little girls was about four or five years old, with lively pigtails, a round, rosy, and fair face that made people want to pinch her chubby cheeks.

Her eyes were large and bright, very pure, like a clear lake in a secluded paradise, transparent and bright. A single glance would make one feel innocent, and if one looked often, it could even cleanse the soul, polishing the mirror of the heart.

Now she was smiling, her innocent big eyes squinting into two curved lines, like a bright and clear moon.

The two eyes peered through the hole, curiously observing the new world inside the boudoir, watching the fight between Su Xing and Dong Mei. She perked up her ears, listening carefully to the commotion inside.

The other little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, with short, black hair that reached her ears. On either side of her forehead, she wore a pair of exquisite purple crystal hair clips. Her face was delicate and oval, and around her white neck hung a necklace made of green gold thread, with a piece of white jade at the end, carved with a lifelike dragon. On the back, three characters were engraved:

Li Shi Yu!

The little girl wore a brocade robe, and even at her young age, she was poised and graceful, showing the makings of a future beauty.

Unlike the lively and proactive little girl with pigtails, she had long, narrow eyes that calmly observed the "drama" inside, her face flushed and her cherry lips slightly pouting.

"Lili, what do you think Dong Mei is doing with the handsome big brother inside?" The little girl with short hair asked softly, her demeanor dignified and composed, unlike that of an eleven or twelve-year-old, very mature.

"My mother often dances and undresses in front of my father. I asked the ghost servants, and they all got so scared they fainted," the little girl with pigtails, named Lili, shook her head and answered in a childlike voice.

"Of course," the little girl with short hair nodded seriously, glancing at Lili, and said, "Your father is the supreme King of Hell, and your mother is the Empress of the Underworld. How could those ghost servants dare to talk about it, or even mention their names?"

"If you ask them, they would naturally be afraid," the little girl with short hair analyzed logically, and Lili nodded in understanding.

"Wenji, your father isn't bad either. The last time I secretly watched my father and uncle drinking, they argued about something and almost fought," Lili said innocently, her large, clear eyes sparkling.

"Hmm..." Wenji shook her head and pouted, saying, "Your father is stronger than mine..."

The two adorable little girls discussed their parents while eagerly "watching" the "fight" in the boudoir.

If there were any ghost servants nearby, even the head of the city god's mansion or the second chief chef of the main kitchen, Gao Lao, they would be terrified and kneel on the ground, for the background of the two little girls was so powerful it could shock even ghosts.

One of their fathers was the master of the entire city god's mansion—the City God of Fengdu, and the other was the emperor of the entire underworld—the King of Hell!

Inside Dong Mei's boudoir, Su Xing and Dong Mei were still fighting fiercely. They were so engrossed in the battle that they didn't notice the two little girls peeping through the window. The fight was so intense that a single misstep could lead to their destruction, with powerful ghost weapons capable of dispersing their souls.

"I didn't expect a mere ghost servant to possess a low-grade high-quality ghost weapon, making me doubt your origins!" Dong Mei said coldly, her voice full of cunning, hoping to cause Su Xing to slip up and then deliver a fatal blow.

When Su Xing drew his low-grade high-quality butcher's knife earlier, Dong Mei was plunged into a difficult battle. The three sharp, cold beams were shattered by a black, river-like blade, and her advantage in ghost weapons was greatly diminished.

The quality of the cold sandalwood fan given by the young master of the West Garden was only slightly better than the butcher's knife, almost reaching the level of a mid-grade low-quality ghost weapon, but it was not yet a mid-grade low-quality ghost weapon!

"Let's turn our swords into plowshares," Su Xing suggested, not out of fear but to avoid trouble. If the fight escalated and he accidentally killed Dong Mei, the young master of the West Garden would not let it go, and without a powerful ghost to protect him, he would be doomed.

"Hmph, are you afraid now? Kneel at my feet and be my pet!" Dong Mei sneered, her words like daggers, hoping to wound Su Xing and make him her ghost pet, which was truly infuriating!

Su Xing's brow furrowed, and his anger was fully ignited.

"Since you won't back down, you'll have plenty to cry about later!" Su Xing said sternly, his aura becoming increasingly cold, shifting from white light to ice, creating an endless icy plain, white and desolate, devoid of life.

As Su Xing's aura spread, Dong Mei's aura was immediately overwhelmed. A proud plum blossom in the icy landscape trembled and withered, its white petals falling.

Dong Mei was terrified. How cold must it be for even a naturally cold-resistant plum blossom to wither and be suppressed?

Su Xing's aura was so overwhelming that the icy plain was boundless and desolate, with no life capable of surviving for a month.

The cold wind was like a knife, slicing through the air, capable of cutting flesh and bone. The scenery of the boudoir disappeared, and Su Xing and Dong Mei were seemingly transported to this place by a powerful ghost's magic.

"Is this still just an aura? It's clearly a higher-level phenomenon!" Dong Mei broke out in a cold sweat, her heart racing with fear, and the thought of retreating crossed her mind.

"It's not too late to back down now!" Su Xing said from a high vantage point, his voice stern and commanding.

Behind him was a clear, cloudless sky, and beneath his feet was an endless white icy plain. He seemed like a god descending from the heavens, his voice powerful and authoritative, resonating like thunder in the icy landscape.

Dong Mei was the first to feel the impact. The aura of the plum blossom was immediately crushed, and she was enveloped by Su Xing's overwhelming aura. Su Xing, like a god, his voice like a divine punishment, made Dong Mei collapse to the ground, unable to withstand the pressure.

Su Xing's aura was so vast that Dong Mei could hardly bear it, her eyes unfocused, on the verge of being scared into a stupor, unable to respond to Su Xing.

Su Xing's eyes flashed, and the endless icy plain receded like a tide, contracting, with Su Xing at its center. The scenery rapidly retreated, returning to his body.

"What's wrong with Dong Mei? She suddenly sat on the ground," Wenji pouted, puzzled, muttering to herself.

"I know," Lili nodded sagely, her pigtails bouncing.

"You know?" Wenji turned to look at the four or five-year-old Lili, a hint of surprise on her calm face.

"Of course, I've seen it too," Lili said seriously, "After Mom finishes a dance, she gets so tired she sits on the ground and has Dad carry her to bed."

The two little girls continued their lively discussion, peeping through the hole, completely unaffected by Su Xing's aura!

"See, Wenji, I was right!" Lili's rosy face lifted proudly.

In Dong Mei's boudoir, Su Xing stood calmly in front of Dong Mei.

"This is winning without fighting!" Su Xing murmured to himself, suddenly extending his arms to pick up Dong Mei in a princess carry.

"You, what do you think you're doing?" Dong Mei's unfocused eyes gradually focused, her breath unsteady, as if panting.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Su Xing's lips curved into a mischievous smile, "It depends on what you do."

"Will you still cause me trouble in the future?"

"Hmph, never give up!" Dong Mei said fiercely, but her voice sounded more like a pant.

"Oh? Never give up..." Su Xing nodded, as if suddenly understanding, "Since that's the case, you know I hate trouble, so shouldn't I nip it in the bud?"

"You dare!" Dong Mei glared, wishing she could kill Su Xing with her eyes.

"Watch me." Su Xing chuckled, naturally putting the cold sandalwood fan into his ghost pocket and carrying Dong Mei to the bed.

Throughout the process, Dong Mei's face was dark, and she remained silent, but when Su Xing shamelessly took her fan, she almost ground her teeth to pieces.

How infuriating!

"Can't you be a little gentler?" Dong Mei shouted angrily as Su Xing threw her onto the bed.

"If I'm gentle, you'll enjoy it. What kind of punishment would that be?" Su Xing said, pursing his lips.

"Come on, just pretend it's a ghost pressing you down!" Dong Mei closed her eyes, turned her head, and faced her fate with determination.

"What are you doing! Besides, we are ghosts!" Su Xing almost broke down, was he that kind of lecherous ghost?

To punish her, Su Xing grabbed Dong Mei's ankle.

"You have such a fetish?" Dong Mei said disdainfully.

"You caught me." Su Xing didn't get angry, and from somewhere, he produced a feather, tickling Dong Mei's foot.

"Ugh!" Dong Mei's foot was attacked by Su Xing's feather, her eyes suddenly opening, her cheeks puffing up as if holding back something.

"Keep holding it in!" Su Xing smiled evilly, the feather in his hand moving more vigorously.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha..." Dong Mei suddenly burst into laughter, clutching her small stomach, her body almost convulsing from laughter.

"Will you still cause me trouble in the future?" Su Xing asked, his hands like iron clamps, tightly gripping Dong Mei's ankles, making her thrashing and twisting useless.

"Ahahaha, I, haha, I won't give up," Dong Mei's character was like a plum blossom in the icy landscape, resilient and unyielding, or she wouldn't have risen from a mere ghost servant to her current position.

"Is that so?" Su Xing said, "Looks like I need to change my approach!"

Su Xing's mind flashed with what Dong Yue had said, and his eyes involuntarily fell on Dong Mei's full, firm buttocks.

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