"Ghost marriage."
Asher Gu suddenly spoke, his eyes slightly turned, looking at a tall tree behind him and Chase Rong, "The fate is connected, yin and yang are interconnected. If he were an ordinary person, he might be harmed by marrying you, but he is a cultivator, even if his cultivation is not high, he should not be so weak."
The dark green hem of the Taoist robe hung down between the snow-covered branches.
The figure of the character "者" appeared, and the ethereal voice became solid: "I thought so at the beginning."
A thick black aura surrounded him. Zhezi's face was no longer as vivid and stunning as the beautiful ghost in the dream. Instead, it became gloomy and pale. Wrapped in a tattered Taoist robe, he looked like a gloomy shadow, hiding in the darkness.
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