The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

The Central Ghost Emperor was not killed by sitting on his butt.

The little girl's butt attack had just started, and her little fat butt was only halfway down when it was picked up by Fan You.

The Ghost Emperor was tall and slender. He stretched out his long arms, picked her up and held her between his arms.

The posture is not very good, with the buttocks on top and the head on the bottom.

Upon seeing this, the Central Ghost Emperor begged for mercy hastily, not caring about his ungrown bones, and crawled away quickly, twisting his body in the dark, using both his hands and feet.

"Run, run! He's running away again!"

The little girl raised her head and said angrily, "Father, you are partial to Uncle Zhong."

Hearing the word "father", Fan You's eyes moved, and he let go of the little girl and let her fall.

A thin layer of ghost energy rose from the ground to prevent the little girl from falling on her head. But she obviously didn't need this kind of protection, she stood up straight in an instant, and the ghost energy quietly disappeared into thin air.

Apart from the red-armored boy who took a look, the nervous Yan Lan didn't notice anything at all.

Fan You looked at the small group in front of him. When he was teaching the Central Ghost Emperor a lesson, his head was always held high and proud. But when facing this little one, he lowered his head unconsciously, and even lowered his shoulders. His aura was suppressed to the lowest, lower, and lower...

As if afraid of disturbing something.

"If you were the only ghost fighting alone, could you kill the Central Ghost Emperor?"

The little girl wrinkled her nose, pouted, and raised her little finger: "I'm almost there, Uncle Zhong is too big now, if I grow a little bigger, I can eat him easily~"

"Then wait until you grow up a little bit." Fan You said calmly, "You are the Princess of the Underworld. Your identity is just a decoration. Your strength is the basis for your tyranny."

He bent his head slightly, intending to flick the little girl's head, but when he stretched out his hand to touch her, he pulled it back.

Fan You turned around and said in a cold tone: "Let's go back to Luofeng Mountain."

"King Biancheng is dead. You will be the one to choose the new King Biancheng."

The little girl's eyes, which had originally dimmed, suddenly brightened up.

"Okay!"

She danced with joy, her eyes rolling, and rushed to the back hall: "If I don't go back to Luofeng Mountain, Father Bei will beat me. I want to sleep in Fengdu!"

Fan You pursed her lips, but didn't say anything else.

Yan Lan chuckled and tried to follow him, but Fan You gave him a sidelong glance. Fan You said, "Go back to your nest."

Yan Lan: "You treat me differently, old man! I was your son first!"

Fan You looked at him expressionlessly, while Yan Lan cursed and turned away.

The more he thought about it, the more dissatisfied he became, and he prepared to go find the Central Ghost Emperor for another fight.

Only Fan You and the young man in red armor were left in the hall.

"She named you." Fan You said in a light voice.

The red-armored young man pursed his lips and finally said, "Mi Su."

She gave him a name.

"Do you like it?" He tilted his head to look at him.

Mi Su's face was tense, and he looked back and asked, "What about you? If you obviously like her, why don't you keep her by your side?"

Fan You didn't answer, and Mi Su didn't argue with him and disappeared.

He stood alone in the hall for a long time before going to the back hall.

On the couch, the little girl was sleeping with her legs spread out, with half a piece of dried meat in her mouth that she had gotten from somewhere.

Fan You looked at her for a while, his eyes fell on her messy hair that looked like a chicken coop.

He frowned, curled his fingers, and finally turned away.

After a few breaths.

A helpless sigh.

Fan You returned to the hall silently. He squatted beside the couch, and ran his slender fingers through the little girl's hair. With a comb in his hand, he gently and carefully gathered the little girl's soft hair bit by bit.

The hair was obedient and well behaved in his hands, sometimes forming into small buns, sometimes into small braids.

If you look closely, you can see that his hands are covered with a layer of ghostly aura, wrapping himself up. There is always a wall between him and the little girl. This invisible wall protects her silently, preventing his power from hurting her.

That day, the Northern Ghost Emperor mentioned Wu Zhen’s curse, and now the curse has come true.

Whatever he loves will suffer misfortune.

He couldn't get close to his daughter. Even something as simple as braiding her hair might hurt her.

He is the first ghost in the world since the appearance of the underworld. He will instinctively destroy anything that poses a threat to him. Instinctively, he wants to destroy the little guy in front of him.

How can he be worthy of the title of father when he is like this?