Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 805

The bridal ghost flew out, followed by the passionate spirit and the unlucky ghost. The three of them stayed behind to grab Ivan.

The bridal ghost lamented, “Oh, you frightened me to death, sir!”

The unlucky ghost chimed in, “Don’t you know how old he is? Why are you addressing him as sir? Do you have conscience?”

The ghost bride admitted honestly, “No.”

King of Transformation was speechless.

The voice of the ghost bride and her companions quickly faded away.

King of Transformation turned around and started heading back.

Not long after, King of Cities followed, feeling rather annoyed. “King Transformation, is that you?”

King of Transformation held a scroll and did not even bother to lift his eyelids. “What is it?”

King of Cities scolded as he was unsure, “Did you help the little ones escape?”

King of Transformation raised his head and looked at him mockingly. “I don’t have as much free time as you do.”

After a brief pause, he raised his eyebrows. “Oh, they ran away? Tsk, long time no see, King of Cities, have your skills gone to garbage recentlyl?”

The city king was furious. “George Freeman!”

King of Transformation smiled. “Huh? If it’s not worthless, then it means your luck has run out, I assume.”

King of Cities was speechless.

The mention of luck calmed him down.

“You’re lucky!” The King of Cities flicked his sleeves, turned his head, and left.

King of Transformation smiled. “I know everything, I’m doing fine..”

King of Cities was perplexed.

After Lilly, her aunt, Ivan, and the ghosts left the pond, they swiftly retraced their steps.

Ivan asked, “Wait, are we really going from here?”

Lilly turned back to reassure him, “Trust me, Ivan!”

Ivan was silent.

Alright, alright.

At that moment, a tall, handsome, and majestic black cat was squatting beside the enormous pit where the sacred tree had been dug out.

It was deep in thought.

The cold pond did not belong to him.

But the sacred tree belonged to the family of cats…

He still could not believe that their family’s sacred tree had been taken away like this.

A much smaller black cat was struggling and pleading, “Let me go! Dad, I didn’t do anything wrong! I…”

Before he could finish speaking, a cute little kid led a group of ghosts and malevolent spirits, passing by him in a whoosh.

“Hi, kitty!”

“Goodbye, kitty cat!”

Lilly ran past in a frenzy and shouted, “I’ll give you back your tree the next time!”

After all, Pablo was still hanging on the tree, so it was impossible to return the tree at the moment.

The little black cat being held down and the King of the Black Cats were silent.

“Daddy! It’s her! The bandit!”