Feng Wu kept her unblinking gaze on the ghost king.
She was betting that he would enjoy that.
No one dared to make a sound.
Feng Xun and the others stared at the ghost king's hand, worried that he might throttle Feng Wu.
Feng Wu stared at the ghost king.
The look on the ghost king's lean face was proud and indescribable.
He suddenly frowned.
The air seemed to freeze.
Feng Wu's stomach lurched.
All of a sudden —
"Hahahahaha —"
The Black Robe Ghost King suddenly burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha…." Once he started, he couldn't stop.
Feng Wu was finally a little relieved.
She had probably made the right choice.
As expected —
The ghost king released her neck, patted her slim shoulder, and chuckled. "Kid, I didn't know you're such a good storyteller. Good, very good.
"I was going to throttle you. Do you know why?" He stared at Feng Wu.
