The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1756

Chapter 1756: 858 Reunion (Chapter 1)

One person and one horse stood at the entrance of the graveyard, Gu Jiao faced the moonlight, her whole face exposed under the clear shine of the moonlight.

It was a clean and lively face, sharply contrasting with the man’s face, which was covered in grime and blood.

He wore rusty armor, a rusty helmet, yet apart from the three-foot Qingfeng Sword, which was immaculately clean and shining brilliantly.

His eyes filled with boundless death aura, like a bottomless black abyss.

Being stared at by such eyes, even Gu Jiao felt a sense of oppression.

This was a man she did not wish to face—

Because he was too powerful.

But sometimes, the more you fear something, the more it comes.

Shangguan Qing once said, the Ghost King doesn’t harm ordinary people without martial prowess, Gu Jiao possessed no inner power, and generally, no one could sense she was skilled in martial arts.

But clearly, this Ghost King was an exception.

A sharp killing intent erupted from his lifeless eyes, and then his sluggish body instantly whipped around, agility seeming to increase a hundredfold!

He struck with claw-like hands, channeling inner power with a swipe in the air!

Gu Jiao only felt an invisible large hand gripping her throat, and then yanked her up and tossed her fiercely!

Gu Jiao’s waist slammed into a nearby tree, startling the crows resting there, flapping wings frantically away from their nests.

The tree leaves cascaded down with a rustle.

Gu Jiao crashed heavily onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

This guy is so strong!

No wonder Shangguan Qing called him the Ghost King, with such strength... even Dark Soul wouldn’t be able to gain any advantage against him!

The Ghost King’s gaze fell again on Gu Jiao, hesitating.

Perhaps surprised why Gu Jiao hadn’t died.

"I won’t die so easily..."

Gu Jiao supported herself to stand up, "If I’d known I’d face such a tricky guy, I would’ve worn armor..."

No good either.

Armor is too conspicuous, wearing it wouldn’t allow entry into Pu City.

The Ghost King struck at Gu Jiao again!

Struggling to stand up, Gu Jiao was once again knocked down, face-first, resembling a wounded little sad frog.

Gu Jiao: Can’t I at least dodge?

Gu Jiao did a kip-up to stand up, blood streaming from her nose, unable to conceal the imposing aura: "This time I won’t let you hit me!"

Bang!

Splat!

Gu Jiao was once more knocked down flat again.

Her face pressed against the ground, both hands clutching the grassy earth, her little body trembling violently in anger.

Darn it... couldn’t dodge!

Gu Jiao’s aura gradually erupted with terrifying killing intent: "Ghost King, is it... you’ve really angered me now... ready to receive the wrath of this handsome devil—"

Snap!

The Ghost King swiftly flashed in front of Gu Jiao, grabbed her collar, lifting her up.

Only then did Gu Jiao realize how tall the Ghost King was.

In front of him, Gu Jiao was unpretentiously turned into a little chick.

Little Chick Jiao: "Let’s negotiate, need a minion? I’ll give you old Tang."

Tang Yueshan inexplicably sneezed in his sleep!

The Ghost King’s killing intent remained unabated.

Gu Jiao’s eyes darted, switched to her feminine voice in a second: "Actually, I’m a little girl!"

The Ghost King hesitated for a moment.

Perfect, now’s the time!

Blinded by your eyes!

Gu Jiao’s two fingers jabbed toward the Ghost King’s deathly eyes!

Three seconds later, Gu Jiao looked at her two fingers swelling visibly, pouting in grievance.

—The Ghost King blocked it in time, using his Qingfeng Sword.

Gu Jiao actually forced the Ghost King to draw his sword, though in such a cunning way, but it inadvertently aroused the Ghost King’s attention.

The Ghost King no longer gave Gu Jiao room to struggle, nor did he leave any leeway, directly raised the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, thrusting toward Gu Jiao’s abdomen—

Whoosh!

At the critical moment, Black Wind King galloped over, making excited noises in its mouth, suddenly bumped Gu Jiao aside!

Bounced off to the tree trunk, Gu Jiao: "..."

Black Wind King pounced at the Ghost King.

The Ghost King’s long sword raised high, ready to chop off Black Wind King’s head, yet paused in mid-air.

Black Wind King circled around the Ghost King, excitedly neighing, occasionally rubbing against him, at this moment it didn’t seem like a sixteen-year-old old horse, more like an excited little pony.

Gu Jiao lay on the tree trunk, blankly stared at it.

What’s going on?

Boss, you charged recklessly over, was it not to save me?

Knocked me away just because I was in your way?

As soon as she finished speaking, the Ghost King cut down again with his sword.

Gu Jiao was completely caught off guard!

Which sentence was wrong this time?!

But she hadn’t endured those few moments for nothing; at least she dodged this sword strike, proving that real combat is truly the best way to improve strength.

However, the second sword she couldn’t evade.

The Ghost King’s sword tip stopped an inch from her throat; it was clear he held back, otherwise, she would have long become a casualty beneath his sword.

"Too... terrible."

He spoke extremely slowly, sheathed his sword, and walked away with the Black Wind King.

So were you just testing whether I had the qualifications to be the commander of Hei Fengqi?

At least give me a heads-up, hero.

Almost scared me to death.

Gu Jiao brushed the dirt off her clothes and stepped to follow.

On his left side was the Black Wind King, on his right was Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you from the Xuanyuan Family?"

He didn’t respond to Gu Jiao, and when he wasn’t attacking, his actions and demeanor were extremely sluggish, seeming as if it was a tremendous effort.

Did he think the dead walk like this?

Not getting his answer, Gu Jiao wasn’t surprised; this person had been isolated from the world for so long that he’d forgotten how to communicate with people.

But the fact that he could provide the Black Wind King’s childhood name suggested he hadn’t lost his memory, though one couldn’t rule out normal circumstances of forgetfulness.

No one can remember every event they’ve ever experienced.

Gu Jiao turned her head to look at the hair under his helmet.

It was graying hair.

He was of the age of a grandfather, excluding Xuanyuan Sheng and his brothers.

Surely he wasn’t Xuanyuan Li—

Xuanyuan Li’s body was personally transported back for burial by the Duke of An, there would be no mistake.

Moreover, if Xuanyuan Li were still alive, he had no reason not to return, to linger here in such a ghostly state.

As Gu Jiao followed behind him, she was observing him up and down.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind Gu Jiao’s scrutinizing gaze.

Gu Jiao noticed that his breathing was unstable; he must have suffered very severe internal injuries that had never healed.

Living was a torment for him, and she didn’t know why he had held on for so long.

Was it solely to guard this Graveyard of the Xuanyuan Jun?