The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Zhao An went mad with anger, if he hadn't hit his head and had no strength, otherwise he would have rushed to kill Jiang Fu.

"How could it not be her, if it wasn't for her, you would have come here!"

He suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Heng, and said loudly, "Father, I am not the only one who is involved in this matter, Princess Anle is also involved, and Prince Qing's Mansion is also involved. You can't just punish me!"

"If you want to punish, you should punish them all together—"

Zhao Heng laughed angrily, "You still have the face to say that?"

"In Yandu, no one knows that you love and ignore Princess Anle."

"At this moment, it is said that you are accomplices in this matter. Who will believe it?"

"Do you think I'm a fool?!"

He didn't believe that his son would tell An Le about such a thing.

"Pull it down, I don't want to see him again."

Jiang Yingxiu lowered her head, her voice was calm: "Yes."

"Jiang Fu, bitch, you bitch, it's all about you, everything starts with you, because of you, I won't let you go, I definitely won't let you go!"

Jiang Yingxiu's eyelids twitched when he heard this, and quickly called someone to come in and drag him away.

Zhao An's voice became farther and farther away, until Jiang Fu couldn't hear it at all.

She turned her head to look at the little soul behind her, and there was no black breath entering her body.

Jiang Fu walked back, walked to her side and asked:

"It's over?"

The little soul nodded slightly, and said in a milky voice:

"It's over!"

"That thing is not very old, and its Yin life should be only three hundred years old. It won't make any big waves. Don't worry about it, sister."

Three hundred years old, isn't that too old?

Jiang Fu frowned slightly, and looked at the innocent child. The child's arrow just pierced the chest of the evil spirit, and the evil spirit was also very scared when it saw her.

She must be quite young.

"Sister, sister, what are you thinking?" Seeing that she was silent, the child floated up slowly, facing her face to face, with his hands on his hips, and said loudly.

Jiang Fu raised his eyes to look at her, from top to bottom.

She even raised her hand to gesture, the child's face was only the size of a palm.

The legs are also small, like carrots.

"Sister, sister~"

"Why don't you talk? What are you thinking!"

The child yelled again.

Jiang Fu finally couldn't help it, looked at the child in front of him and asked,

"You just said that he is not very old, and his Yin life should not be more than three hundred years old, what about you?"

"What is your Yinshou?"

"You can give him such a big blow all at once, you should live longer than him, right?"

The child floating in front of him gradually slowed down his movements, and his expression was not as happy as before.

Jiuqu was so frightened that he even wanted to throw down the mahogany sword immediately and cover Jiang Fu's mouth when he came back, for fear that she would offend the little ghost king.

However, the little child floating in front of her didn't get angry, but raised his white, tender, and somewhat transparent hands, and counted with his fingers,

"Well... I died when I was three and a half years old. I died when I didn't have Xuanwu. I have been floating around for a long time, and I am now. If I really count it, then my age is indeed younger than He's longer."

"When I started remembering things, it was already Da'an Chujian, um... In fact, I should have been drifting unconsciously for a long time before. Rough calculations, it should be about 1933 and a half years old!"

When she said Da'an, Jiuqu and Jiang Fu had already sensed that something was wrong.

Seeing her doing rough calculations for a long time, and finally saying this number, the two of them were really speechless.

There is really a big difference between this age and her appearance...

It should be called now, not the Little Ghost King, but the Old Ghost King.