My Ghost Lover Is Too Annoying

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There was heavy pressure from the neck, and the feeling of suffocation followed. Then he left the ground.

Chen Ming felt the hot blood upwelled to his head, which made him extremely sick.  He didn’t sit still but grabbed Mao Jiang’s wrist. However, he was just like scratching a steel plate, and it was absolutely useless.

The air in the lungs gradually ran out, and the limbs became limp and numb. There was only a strange sound left in his ears, and his vision became blurred. In front of him, silently, Mao Jiang was about to bite his head off with the giant mouth.

Everything seemed to have come to the end. Chen Ming had no strength to struggle, and slowly closed his eyes.

Probably because it was the last minute in his life, a revolving scenic lamp came to his mind. He could only vaguely see a scene.

A grey-haired, good-looking old man stood in front of a child, and taught him to draw charms and activate charms.  The man also told him not to use more than ten charms with this level of power within a short time.

The old man was his master.

The child was Chen Ming himself.

“What about you? You can only use ten?” The child in his early teens asked in a sweet voice.

Outside the scene, Chen Ming’s eyes in which a hint of sadness appeared were fixed on the old man. This was the expression he had never shown in front of a stranger.

The old man shook his head, raised his hand and pushed the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, saying that he could handle no more than 15.

For Chen Ming, 13 was the final records before he died.

‘You said I am gifted, but in the end, I am still not as good as you. Perhaps, you shouldn’t have given me this life at the beginning.’

He estimated that it was time to die, but the pain did not come as he had imagined. Instead, the pressure on his neck which restrained his breath was relieved. Chen Ming fell on the ground and continued to cough violently.

He was anxious to look up to see what had happened.

Zhou Nan was holding Mao Jiang’s jaw combatively, his eyes full of hatred. Zhou Nan still remembered the panic when he saw Chen Ming was almost beaten to death by Mao Jiang.

Chen Ming couldn’t believe that he had been saved by this ghost who appeared to be timid a few days ago.

After he had watched for a moment, Chen Ming’s expression suddenly changed, “Hey! Zhou Nan!” He found that his voice was too hoarse and almost unrecognizable.

Actually, before his warning, Zhou Nan had also noticed that the giant claws were waved towards him. He turned around and his body vanished, so Mao Jiang’s attack failed. Half a second later, Zhou Nan appeared again and flashed behind Mao Jiang.

Chen Ming was shocked, for he could not imagine that this guy had mastered the skills of the ghost.

Mao Jiang probably had never expected that he would fight with a ghost one day. It couldn’t keep up with Zhou Nan’s erratic figure, but looked around blankly.

Zhou Nan didn’t hesitate to strangle it with his arms around its neck. The hatred in his eyes gradually became deeper.

Mao Jiang bent its body repeatedly, trying to throw Zhou Nan off.

Chen Ming knew that he was just like a babe in the woods if he continued to stay here. He couldn’t do anything else except making trouble. Therefore, he turned around decisively and staggered away.

In the chaos, Zhou Nan carelessly loosened his hands.  Mao Jiang took the opportunity to grab his arms and rigidly pulled him to the front to bite him.

This scene was seen by Chen Ming who ran about twenty meters but turned back with worry. He immediately took out the glass bottle from his pocket and pulled out the cork, “Amazing Avenue, Strong Avenue.”

“Chen Ming! Not yet, don’t–” Zhou Nan’s figure suddenly shaded, like a cloud of smoke. It was drawn, and eventually entered the bottle.

Mao Jiang reached out to grab him, but it couldn’t reach anything. After being teased several times, it became extremely angry and rushed towards Chen Ming.

Run? Up the tree?

The peach wood sword was nowhere to be found, and with the current physical condition he couldn’t handle any charm anymore. Was he at the end of his tether? Chen Ming just intended to save Zhou Nan’s life, but as for what to do afterwards, he had no idea.

The glass bottle in his hand quivered. Zhou Nan in it was not at ease, because he was not willing to watch the ferocious Mao Jiang approach step by step.