Even Gui Hu, this time had to see Xin Lin with new eyes.
Previously, when Xin Lin assured with a pat on her chest that she would definitely help Noble Lady Shi and her son return to the Imperial Palace, Gui Hu was quite dismissive.
But now it seems that Xin Lin has indeed accomplished it.
Small body, big ghost, perfectly describes her.
"That is, unlike some people, who wouldn't last an episode in a palace drama."
Xin Lin curled her lips and whispered.
She wasn't sure of the strength of the Pride Corpse, but with that temper, being stuck in a coffin, he's just a loser.
No, does that not mean she, a Hundred Life Evil Ghost, is the fighter jet among losers?
Thinking of her remaining four years of life, Xin Lin's petite face fell.
Gui Hu snorted coldly.
He didn't quite understand Xin Lin's words, but he knew instantly they weren't anything nice.
