Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1432
Chapter 1432: Chapter 1419: The Master of the Emerald Bird, Seems to be Called Something like, Saye_1 Chapter 1432: Chapter 1419: The Master of the Emerald Bird, Seems to be Called Something like, Saye_1 “Heh heh.”
Long Ya grinned, the dragon head affectionately rubbed its master's wrist.
“I was scared to death.”
Jin Jing, with lingering fear, said: “That Bone Hand is too terrifying, one claw down, blood and flesh are sucked dry, turning into withered bones.”
“What is he doing in the Human Realm?”
Little Kingfisher, accustomed to bloody scenes and brutal killings, showed no signs of fear, and even seemed slightly excited.
The Ghost General is here, can the Ghost Market be far away?
This time, they must be able to track down the clues and see the whole picture of the Ghost Market.
“He came to pick up the goods.”
Jin Jing guessed secretly, unable to hide her hatred in her words: “The goods they mentioned might be the human female cultivators, sold as ghost slaves in the Ghost Realm.”
“I see.”
Lin Qingluo's face darkened, “You guys go back to the Orb and rest, Yin'er and I will track down the whereabouts of the Ghost General.”
“Be careful.”
Jin Jing patted her chest with lingering fear: “The Ghost General is really terrifying.”
“Don't worry, I'll be fine.”
Lin Qingluo remained calm and composed, exuding an unquestionable aura.
“Ok.”
Jin Jing felt relieved and nodded with a smile.
Lin Qingluo focused, and sent them into the Primordial Orb.
*
“Master.”
Little Kingfisher was very curious about the Ghost Market, and his thoughts were exceptionally clear: “The Ghost General appeared in this place, the Ghost Market must be nearby.”
“Yin'er.”
Lin Qingluo looked affectionately at her cute pet, as if lost in thought: “In this form, you're too conspicuous to go to the Ghost Market.”
“Uh.”
Little Kingfisher felt awkward and a little depressed.
Its self-proclaimed proud colorful tail feathers were actually disliked by its master.
“Change your appearance.”
Lin Qingluo smiled, a golden light shot from her brow, Little Kingfisher disappeared, and turned into a completely black crow.
“Caw caw.”
Little Kingfisher mimicked the crow's call twice, proudly held its head high, and boasted: “As a Divine Beast, even if I become a crow, I can't hide my demeanor. I am a worshiped existence among all creatures wherever I go.”
“Hehe.”
Lin Qingluo was amused, rubbing its little head, her eyes curved with smiles.
*
The Ghost General hid in the dark, watching the interaction between the person and bird, his heart filled with hatred.
“Master, that Little Kingfisher seems a bit familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before.”
A skeletal head sprung out from his ghost beast pouch, its ghostly eyes with a hint of green light, staring at Little Kingfisher.
“You've seen it before?”
The Ghost General felt a tremor in his heart, and a trace of unease rose.
“It should be a very, very long time ago.”
The skeletal head racked its brain, trying to remember the events tens of thousands of years ago. Suddenly, an epiphany struck, and it showed an enlightened expression.
“I remember now, I've seen an identical kingfisher back when I was still alive in the Spirit Realm. I remember its master was called something like Si Ye.”
“Immortal Monarch Si Ye?”
The Ghost General shuddered and almost exposed himself.
“Immortal Monarch?”
The skeletal head muttered quietly, a hint of resentment in his heart: “Her luck is so good, ascending to the Immortal Realm and becoming an Immortal Monarch? I remember back then, her mana was still inferior to mine…”
“Shut up!”
The Ghost General was annoyed by the sound, coldly scolded: “You've been dead for tens of thousands of years, stop showing off. If you don't have the ability to deal with her, just go away.”
“Master.”
Ghostly green light flickered in the skeletal head's eyes, a trace of ridicule: “It seems you're hiding here and not daring to show your face either.”
“Scram!”
The Ghost General grind his teeth angrily, wishing he could slap the skull away with a palm.
“I'll go lure them away.”
Seeing that he was really angry, the skeletal head quickly rolled away.
It tumbled along the seabed, rolling towards the Ghost Market.
“The appearance of that skeletal head is a bit suspicious; follow it.”
Lin Qingluo seemed to perceive something, glanced at where the Ghost General was hiding, a trace of mockery flashed through her eyes. Her figure flickered, disappeared with Little Kingfisher, leaving no trace in their place.
Chapter end
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