The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 671 - 668: The Pride Corpse’s Heartbeat

The more she worried, the quicker the trouble came.

Xin Lin felt her soul body becoming unstable, as if it could drift away at any moment.

This was a sign of insufficient Spiritual Power, an early return to the physical body.

As Xin Lin was worrying, she felt a gaze sweep over.

Monk Fengxi, wearing a bamboo hat, looked up.

Uh!

Beneath the bamboo hat, those eyes seemed to penetrate everything.

"Don’t make a sound."

The next moment, Xin Lin felt a chill beside her, as something enveloped her whole body, and she was embraced by Gui Hu.

A refreshing coolness hit her face, like eating a scoop of ice cream in summer.

Her drifting soul body suddenly stabilized, like a ship wavering on the sea suddenly sailing into a calm harbor.

Xin Lin’s petite body nestled in Gui Hu’s embrace.

This wasn’t Xin Lin’s first close contact with the Pride Corpse.

Last time, in a coffin, they even had more intimate actions... but it felt somewhat different now.

She heard a thumping heartbeat.

A heartbeat?

Xin Lin raised an eyebrow and looked up at Gui Hu.

She could be sure it wasn’t her own heartbeat.

One after another, firm and strong.

Xin Lin looked up, but being only as tall as her physical form, even looking up, she only saw Gui Hu’s chin.

The almost perfectly curved chin, with the masculine angles of determination.

How could the Pride Corpse have a heartbeat?

There wasn’t one last time.

In her mind, she inadvertently remembered the scene when they first met.

In the coffin, what she touched was clearly a body with no warmth, no heartbeat.

Could it be?

Has the corpse transformed?

But still, the body was ice-cold, undoubtedly still a corpse.

Xin Lin was puzzled, when a voice nearby drew her attention.

"Waiter, arrange two quiet seats."

The man who came with Fengxi said.

That voice... Xin Lin shivered, no longer pondering the heartbeat issue of the Pride Corpse.

Monk Fengxi’s gaze returned from the direction where Xin Lin was.

Behind him stood a man in a yellow shirt, in his forties, handsome and upright, though dressed ordinarily, his aura of nobility was undeniable.

Emperor Longteng.

Good heavens, what fortune tonight.

Not only Monk Fengxi, but Emperor Longteng too in a clandestine visit?

Xin Lin obviously didn’t know it was because of her White Jade Steamed Bun.

Emperor Longteng was also decisive. Proposing a clandestine visit, he invited Monk Fengxi that very night to De Yue Building to empathize with the commoners.

Perhaps fearing being recognized, Emperor Longteng had disguised himself, adding a mustache to his face. With the dim lights in De Yue Building, passersby couldn’t recognize Emperor Longteng for a while.

"Please come inside, sirs. What would the two guests like to eat?"

The waiter saw one dressed strangely, like a beggar monk, and the other dressed ordinarily, his eyes filled with disdain.

De Yue Building was frequented by the rich or noble; these two did not look like wealthy clients, unable to afford expensive Spiritual Food.

The waiter glanced upstairs and downstairs, at this time of day, De Yue Building was at its busiest, no tables were available.

"There’s an empty table over there, please follow me."

The waiter pointed to a corner table, usually piled with wine jars, but now cleared due to good business, exactly suitable for less important guests.