The Hundred Ghosts King?
All three men present turned to look at Ning Xiang.
Who would have guessed? Having the three of them wasn't enough for this young lady-she actually had an entire harem too?
What a master of time management.
Ning Xiang felt terribly wronged.
[Once, I too almost had a hundred and one handsome men at my beck and call. Sigh, best not to mention my past glory. Best not to mention it.]
Just as Black Ghost was wondering why the Hundred Ghosts King was so good-tempered today, someone kicked open the main doors of the bedchamber.
"Where the hell have all the ghosts gone? Get over here and attend to me!!!"
A haughty, coldly beautiful woman in a long black dress swept inside like a whirlwind.
When her face came into view, it was unmistakably... Ning Xiang's face.
Ning Xiang was shaken too.
Clearly, the black-clad Hundred Ghosts King had also spotted her. A strange gleam flashed through her beautiful eyes.
Ning Xiang: [Wow, seeing myself up close, I never realized I was this gorgeous!]
Black Ghost looked at the Hundred Ghosts King, then at Ning Xiang, trembling too hard to make a sound.
Ning Xiang also noticed a wound over the woman's heart, still giving off an icy chill.
She recognized at a glance what had inflicted it.
"Were you wounded like this by the Canglang Sword?"
The Hundred Ghosts King waved dismissively. "That bastard Lu Qingchen wanted to kill me, but it doesn't matter. I stabbed him too. I was just a tiny bit away from ripping his heart out!" She lifted her little head and declared this with immense pride.
Even those little mannerisms and expressions were exactly like Ning Xiang's.
Master was hurt?
Worried about his master's injuries, Su Lang tried to send