Chapter 474 Death is the lightest of all punishments for those who dare to touch this king!

The mountain behind the Ghost King's mansion.

Yan Mor Calamity looked at Liangsheng, who was happily weaving through the woods like an elf, and the corner of his lips hooked up in a hint of favor.

"Tired?"

Lifting his hand, he gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

Liangsheng shook his head, "You're carrying all the medicine baskets, where would I get tired."

"Go over and rest."

Yan Mor Calamity pulled Liangsheng toward a large stone block to the side, but Liangsheng was more willing to go up a tree.

With a light point of her toes, Liang Sheng pulled Yan Mor Calamity and flew directly to the tree, then sat down on the tree trunk and lightly shook her calves.

Ryangsheng liked the feeling so much that if there had been a field of irises underneath, she would have thought she would have been in the Purple Pith House.

"In the future, let's plant purple irises here too."

"Good." Looking at Liangsheng's crystal bright eye