Chapter 3 I am the ghost emperor?
"You... Now keep one meter away from me! Then tell me what happened! What Your Highness! What the hell! What slave house!"
Pleasant ordinary efforts to calm down a little, but apparently it is in vain, who suddenly appeared in the bathroom when a beautiful naked girl giggled and said to wipe your back, I am afraid it will not calm down?
Not to mention that Lebanon is a sad virgin...
"Your Highness, the ring on your left hand that has been connected with you is the most precious thing in the ghost world, the ghost emperor's ring. This ring is the relic of ghost emperors of all dynasties. As long as it has the ghost emperor's precept, it can summon ghosts in the ghost world. But the premise is that you must be strong enough, with your present strength, although you are the new ghost emperor, you can only enslave me as the first-tier ghost of hell."
The woman was very obedient and drifted backwards, explaining simply.
"You mean... Are you a ghost?" Tang Yi blinked and stood trembling against the wall of the bathroom.
"Well, as the world understands it, we're just another kind of life."
The woman reached out a finger and pointed at her chin, revealing a lovely expression of thinking.
"Ha... Ha ha... Goodbye! "
Le Ping laughed two times, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the clothes and pants he was wearing. He couldn't even dry his wet body. He turned and ran away from the bathroom. Although he didn't know what had happened to him, he still felt better to leave first in his subconscious mind...
"Your Highness, what did the slaves do wrong?"
The woman instantly floated to Le Ping's eyes and startled Le Ping who was just about to open the door to escape.
so that the voice instinctively shriveled: "You... You... Since you say I am a ghost emperor, I command you to disappear immediately! "
"Yes, Your Highness."
The woman shows a wronged look, once again carries out an ancient ritual toward Lebanon, and the whole body becomes a cloud of smoke, which floats into the ring as if absorbed.
Lebanon suddenly felt like a chicken skin, trying to roll the ring off the middle finger of his left hand, but the pain of dislocation of his finger made him give up the idea again.
God, I just scolded you. Let's not have such a revenge!
First, I was hit by lightning, and now what kind of ghost-king ring! You're going to kill me!
Looking at the ring on his left hand, Lebanon really has the impulse to stamp it, but he always belongs to the kind of thinking is higher than action, so after cursing for a while, he can only wear clothes helplessly.
Looking at the time, I found that I was going to be late for school, so I hurried to pick up my schoolbag and had no time to eat breakfast. After saying hello to my mother, I rushed out.
Le Ping's No.2 Middle School in Qingjiang is the first key high school in Qingjiang City and the only national key high school in Qingjiang City.
Most of the students who can get into this high school are the top students in every junior high school in Qingjiang, or some of the family members hold important positions in key departments.
Lebanon just belongs to the first category.
But despite excellent junior high school learning, after high school, happy and ordinary grades began to decline.
By the end of Senior Two, it was one of the worst performers in the class.
Just a few other poor performers or rich family, or family rights, in short, the path of life has long been completed by the perfect structure of the elders, and the happy ordinary family has nothing..............................................
Musical father and mother sighed a lot about this, but they never knew why their son's performance would decline so badly.
Only Le Ping knows in his heart that such a great change has taken place because of a short and ridiculous first love failure.
Early self-study in Qingjiang No. 2 Middle School requires arrival before 7:20 in the morning.
When he stepped on the bell of early self-study and ran into the classroom, Le Ping was relieved. He quickly walked to his seat, threw down his bag, took out his textbook, and before he could read it carefully, the corner of his eye just caught a glimpse of Yang Beibei sitting two rows ahead of his right...
It seems that Yang Beibei is not too affected by the incident last night, but rather happy and ordinary feel a little embarrassed.
"Ordinary, are you annoying Lv Ziqiao? Since you came in, now he seems to have been full of murderous look in your eyes. It seems that I would like to throw you to dust. I haven't seen him hate anyone so much. It's almost as real as it is. What's the matter?
Wei Kang, his deskmate, asked in a low voice, banging his elbow into the lower part of the room with a slight loss of spirits.
Wei Kang was a bad friend who grew up with Le Ping. They met from the beginning and have been deskmates for five years now.
Le Ping's first film viewing was misguided by Wei Kang, and now it has a history of five years.
After the high school entrance examination, two people went to the same class in the second middle school of Qingjiang, and the head teacher of the same class in the high school seldom expressed any opinion. Basically, it was how you sit when you entered the school.
so two people sat for two years at the same table, but that was the second grade in Qingjiang, which was based on his super high school entrance examination results. Wei Kang was built by his father's super strength.