"Tsk, why is it still a little cold?" Eunuch Lu shivered. It was summer, yet he was wrapped in a thin blanket.
Lulu looked at him sympathetically. The little Palace maid on his back was blowing cold air at his neck.
This poor thing.
Lulu gave the palace maid a look, and the palace maid shrank into a corner with an aggrieved expression.
Her ancestors were very unlucky.
Her ancestor said that there was a powerful ghost ancestor, but he encountered the incarnation of a God who descended to the mortal world and was locked up in a courtyard to create cold air.
However, after the Ascension of the gods, there were countless people who came to the side courtyard to break into the haunted house.
The days passed by quite freely.
Now, he was already a ghost Emperor.
It was a pity that the few bloodlines that remained in the world were all disappointing.
