After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

“No wonder they said that two people with different temperaments came. Now I see that they are really good. It seems that my Rebirth Pavilion is very lively today.”

The woman had a clear voice, which was inconsistent with her appearance. Just by listening to her voice, you would have thought she was some carefree little sister.

"Are you the Ghost King of the Rebirth Pavilion?"

Rong Yan spoke directly, and the woman smiled up to the sky with great satisfaction and said, "Young Master, you are handsome and have good eyes. You are exactly what I like."

The woman, in a long skirt that trailed the ground, sat down on the throne on the stage, her eyes never leaving Rong Yan.

"We are here for the Blood Gardenia in the hands of the Ghost King. Since the Ghost King is here, why don't you tell us how to give us the Blood Gardenia?"

Tang Mumu didn't like the way she looked at Rong Yan, so she deliberately moved sideways to block her view and spoke loudly to her.

The woman's gaze stayed on Tang Mumu for only a moment before she looked away. A young girl who was still wet behind the ears was not as likable as the man behind her.

"Are you in the same group? What is your relationship with that man?"

"We are husband and wife, he is my husband, and we are already married."

Tang Mumu approached Rong Yan like a protective child and shielded him behind him, glaring at the Ghost King angrily.

"You're still a spicy little hot pepper, but you're quite interesting. However, I still prefer the man behind you. How about this? Since you two are barely pleasing to the eye, I'm willing to make an exception for you. There's no need to fight. As long as you give me your husband, I'll give you the Blood Gardenia. How about that?"

Tang Mumu thought she had heard it wrong. Which decent woman would steal someone else's husband?

Rong Yan knew that Tang Mumu was starting to get angry, but he was in no hurry to speak. He calmly prepared to watch. He wanted to see what this little hottie would do next.

Tang Mumu put her hands on her hips and glared at the Ghost King, "You're dreaming. He's my man. We've been married for a long time. Why do you want to snatch him from me? Besides, do you think I can give him to you if you snatch him? If you want to fight, then fight. Don't set your sights on my husband."

The Ghost King smiled, with all kinds of charm in his own right.

"If you don't give him to me, I won't give you the Blood Gardenia either."

"You...you are unreasonable. There is no rule in the Ghost Market to exchange things with people. Are you trying to destroy your own reputation?"

"Rules are dead, but people are alive. I like your husband, and the blood gardenia is mine. Since you want the blood gardenia, I am the only one who can set the rules. If you don't agree, you can leave now, but your husband can forget about leaving. It's not easy to meet such a lovely man, and I can't bear to let him go."

Tang Mumu's teeth were chattering. She had never seen such a shameless person.

"I said no, I want the blood gardenia, and I want my husband too, so let's follow the rules and let's speak with our abilities."

"No, I have changed my mind now. Not only do I want your husband, but I also want you. From now on, you will be my pet. You don't have to serve me tea or water. Just find ways to make me happy every day."

Tang Mumu's fists creaked, she couldn't bear it anymore, "Are you sick in the head? You think you can do whatever you want just because you are the Ghost King. Your husband is mine, and I will get the blood gardenia according to the rules. You'd better give up the idea as soon as possible and don't force me to curse."

The Ghost King stared at Tang Mumu for a long time, then suddenly sighed, with a regretful tone, "Okay, then you go to the ring. Because you are beautiful, I told you the rules of the ring earlier. There is no winning or losing, only life and death. When you die, your husband will naturally be mine."

Tang Mumu wanted to continue cursing, but Rong Yan pulled her behind him and signaled her to shut up with his eyes. Although Tang Mumu was not convinced, she still listened to him.

Rong Yan clasped his fists and saluted, "Thank you Ghost King for your kindness, but I am not interested in this. I hope Ghost King will follow the rules and let me fight in the ring. When I win the ring, the Blood Gardenia will be mine and you will let us leave the Ghost Market."

She seemed to like the handsome man who could talk more.

The Ghost King stared straight at Rong Yan. Tang Mumu couldn't bear it anymore and pulled Rong Yan behind him, glaring at him fiercely. Rong Yan was glared at for no reason and dared not say anything. He didn't do anything. Could it be his fault that he was noticed by others?

"He is mine. If you dare to look at him like that again, I will dig out your eyes."

The Ghost King retracted his gaze and looked at Tang Mumu, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Since you want to die, I won't stop you. Don't you want the Blood Gardenia? Okay, you can fight in this ring."

"I'll fight you if you want. You are the Ghost King and you can't go back on your word."

"It all depends on whether you have the life to come back alive and negotiate terms with me."

Rong Yan pulled the man back and said in a reproachful tone, "Have you forgotten what I told you? Didn't I tell you not to be impulsive? I told you that I will fight in this ring."

They didn't know how good Wu Xiuluo's kung fu was. Although Tang Mumu's skills were indeed good, this was the Ghost King's territory after all, and the rules were so strict, he didn't want Tang Mumu to take risks.

"How can you bear it when someone is targeting you? Don't you know what the look in her eyes means? It's all your fault. Why are you wearing such flashy clothes? I think you are deliberately looking like a troublemaker to seduce people."

Rong Yan was speechless. Is it wrong that he is good-looking?

"Stop it, this is no joke. If you can't beat Wu Xiuluo, you will lose your life."

Tang Mumu glared at Rong Yan fiercely and said angrily, "Then just watch, I will definitely defeat Wu Xiuluo, and then make the Ghost King willingly hand over the Blood Gardenia. As for you, I will settle the score with you when I get back."

"Once Wu Xiuluo leaves the stage, he can't play again."

As soon as Rong Yan finished speaking, Tang Mumu flew to the fighting arena. Rong Yan only had time to touch the hem of her skirt. According to the rules of the Ghost Market, once you go on stage, you either live or die.

Rong Yan turned his head and looked at the Ghost King with a fierce look in his eyes. If anything happened to Tang Mumu, he would break her neck immediately.

There were five tall, fat men with rough beards standing opposite. Tang Mumu was not even as tall as their shoulders. If they were to compare weight, two Tang Mumu were not as good as one.

Wu Xiuluo was like a bloodthirsty beast, and Tang Mumu was food in their eyes. The gong sounded, and the five people on the opposite side formed five directions and surrounded Tang Mumu. Cheers suddenly rang out from the audience. Tang Mumu looked at Rong Yan and saw that he was staring at him with a serious face. He also saw that the Ghost King's eyes seemed to be glued to Rong Yan and couldn't be taken away. He felt as if his heart was burning.

Seeing Rong Yan looking at him with a worried look, without even glancing at the Ghost King beside him, Tang Mumu finally felt a little comforted. He still had some conscience. In his heart, he was more important than the Ghost King.

Tang Mumu looked intently at Wu Xiuluo opposite him, thinking about how to defeat them.