Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Sha Hua still just looked at her dotingly, and scraped her smooth jade-like skin with his index finger: "I believe you can stop me."

"Why stop you?" Oman's eyes were full of temptation: "I'm looking forward to that scene now."

"It doesn't work like this, you will regret it." Sha Hua's eyes turned to the distance: "It's too early for the game to end."

"Ah, it's boring." Oman smiled lazily, huddled in Shahua's arms, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I can't wait, or can I help them?"

"What do you want to do?" Sha Hua asked nonchalantly after arranging her clothes.

Oman raised his head with a smile: "What should come will always come, and there is no escape."

"Are you sure you don't want to go?" Xu Ziyu looked at Cheng Moxun who was biting his lip, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is a good opportunity to swear sovereignty."

Tonight was a so-called family dinner, and the thought of sitting at the same table with Xia Yanchu gave him a headache.

But Cheng Moxun still didn't want to go with him. If she wasn't there, he probably wouldn't sit there for too long.

"You...don't talk nonsense." With a blushing, Cheng Moxun shook his head desperately: "I don't want to go to that kind of occasion."

The dinner between Xia's family and Xu's family meant that in addition to meeting Xu's father and Xu's mother who disliked him, he also had to face Xia Yanchu, that unruly young lady?
You must know that the two families have always had the idea of ​​marrying each other. She was just a fake girlfriend to show her face, but she has already been made things difficult.

If she just went to the dinner party with such a big thorn, would she be sprayed to death by the people of the two families!
"You are my wife, why don't you go?" Xu Ziyu persuaded softly, "Just follow me and just sit there and eat and drink."

"Don't shout! I just don't want to go!" Cheng Moxun refused loudly. Seeing the man in front of her eyes darken, she hurriedly sought a chance to escape.

Although the thought of Xu Ziyu's marriage with Xia Yanchu being persuaded by the two parents at the dinner table made her feel sore and uncomfortable.

But she hasn't decided whether to accept Xu Ziyu, and use this relationship to meet Xu Ziyu's family again.

This kind of mood and feeling will be completely different from the last time when I was a fake girlfriend.

As an outsider, you shouldn't intervene in the dispute between the young couple, but Ai He'er couldn't stand it any longer. She walked around the living room a few times, but the two people in front of her didn't show signs of easing up.

She pulled Xu Ziyu aside and whispered a few words.

Cheng Moxun didn't know what she said, but the moment Xu Ziyu turned around, his expression was obviously not so stiff.

"Okay, I'll go by myself tonight." Xu Ziyu sighed, and asked Cheng Moxun softly, "Shall I take you home first?"

"Stay here?" Ai He'er suddenly said from the side, her face was calm, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: "Talk with me, okay?" Her eyes locked on Cheng Moxun, with a bit of expectation.

Cheng Moxun nodded in a strange way, and then came to his senses under Xu Ziyu's surprised gaze: "Huh?"

"Oh, if you still have something to do," Ai He'er's expression didn't change: "Then get busy first."

"Ah...it's not..." I couldn't turn the corner in my head, but Cheng Moxun suddenly thought of what Xu Ziyu had said to himself before.

She needs to have some contact with Ai He'er to know what happened to Ai He'er in the past.

And now, her curiosity has also been aroused.

So she raised her head and smiled sweetly at Xu Ziyu: "Well, I'll stay here."

Xu Ziyu glanced at Ai He'er, but didn't notice anything unusual.He could only sigh again, gently embraced Cheng Moxun, and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Hey!" It's fine to cuddle in front of Ai He'er, how can you still kiss her!
Ignoring her dissatisfaction, Xu Ziyu rubbed her hair happily.

Ai He'er's eyes were full of joyful smiles.

The ghost king lay quietly on Cheng Moxun's bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Beside him, Oman stood aside, looking at him with a bright smile.

"What are you doing again?" Ghost King didn't turn his eyes, he felt tired for some reason: "That woman with a broken soul is not here."

Sha Yue was hidden in his world.

"I know where she is." Aman shrugged nonchalantly: "She's just a tool I use to monitor Cheng Moxun, and it doesn't matter."

A sternness flashed in the ghost king's eyes, but he remained motionless.

"Are you tired?" Aman sat on the edge of the bed with a smile that was inevitable: "Without the support of the jade bracelet and the power of the ring, how long can you last?"

"It's none of your business." Ghost King sat up, he looked at Aman silently, and suddenly a green light flashed in his eyes.

A faint green will-o'-the-wisp burned instantly all over Oman's body.

"Oh, how naughty!" Aman laughed, stood up indifferently, stepped back a few steps, and left the circle made by the will-o'-the-wisp.

"There's not much progress in the game." The Ghost King looked at her half-sarcastically: "It may take some time before your trick succeeds."

"How can you say it's a trick?" Aman's eyes lit up with excitement: "It seems that you have already communicated with Cheng Moxun. I thought you would never exchange game information!"

"You lied to us." The ghost king's voice was calm, but his heart was full of anger: "You set the condition that you will lose no matter what."

"Not necessarily!" Oman suddenly straightened his face.

"What?" Ghost King's eyes widened.

"I can't wait. The souls of you and Cheng Moxun already know how attractive the taste is before you eat it." Aman leaned against the bookshelf, his red floor-length dress slightly glowing: "But I definitely don't want to ruin the game , which would make my meal a lot less fun."

"What do you want to do?" The ghost king glanced at the clock on the wall, he chose to let Cheng Moxun go out with Xu Ziyu alone, and at this time he had been out for a full five hours.

"I just want to eat you." Aman's lips suddenly cracked a terrifying arc, which looked extremely strange: "You know who I am, so you also know the power of gluttony in me."

"It's a great honor. An old soul like me can be seen by you." The ghost king hooked the corner of his lower lip with a half-smile: "I thought it would be enough to avoid the curse you carry."

"You can't hide from anything." Aman's eyes glowed red: "How do you think the story of the previous life happened?"

"What do you mean?" Ghost King narrowed his eyes, looking dangerously at Aman.

"I was once imprisoned on the other side of hell, watching the souls coming and going on the road to the underworld." Oman tilted his head, and the extremely exaggerated grinning lips now completely grinned to the root of the ears, revealing ferocious fangs : "I was imprisoned for 300 years, all because I made an inadvertent mistake."

The ghost king didn't say a word, but he had a vague and bad premonition in his heart.

"I brought a man and a woman to part. This is indifferent." Oman's eyes turned completely red: "But the man among them is obsessed with the past life, and he can't be reincarnated no matter what. Moreover, he also cultivated The half-immortal, half-demon path has infinite mana, and has become an existence that cannot be governed by the Three Realms."

The ghost king's fingers tightened suddenly, is this talking about him?

"Because the life that was supposed to be his reincarnation did not exist, it triggered a series of chain reactions. It changed the lives of countless people and completely reversed the settings in the life and death book." Oman's voice became low and deep: "The Three Realms are here for this. There was chaos, but I couldn’t do anything to that person, so I could only pursue the responsibility, which finally fell on me.”

"I have been imprisoned for 300 years, and the power of gluttony has always existed in me. I persisted by eating the souls passing by." Aman suddenly returned to his normal appearance: "Until one day, I ate a little girl's Soul, that girl's memory is too rich for me to digest at all."

"What did you eat...?" Ghost King's eyes widened. He looked at Aman with a trembling voice.

"Cheng Moxun's soul, it's just that you don't know that she has been reincarnated twice." Aman shook his head: "The book of life and death has been subverted, so she was involved in reincarnation even without drinking Mengpo soup, but she lived short each time. "

Then, she suddenly approached the stiff-faced Ghost King: "Is your heart hurting? I wonder how much trouble you have caused your lover?"

The ghost king didn't make a sound, he took a few steps back and sat back on the bed.

"Shahua told me that it was the soul that made me imprisoned." Oman smiled happily: "I know my hard days are over."

"What did you do?" The ghost king couldn't imagine the scene at that time.

"Of course I took the soul out of my body, but it was a step too late, and the memory of her previous life was eroded." Aman shook his head: "But it's enough, I can finally solve this matter."

"Cheng Moxun is reincarnated, and you are also attracted to reincarnation. Your obsession is too strong, and you will not be able to completely reincarnate after all." Aman walked to the bedside and looked down at the ghost king: "But your soul is divided into two, which means your power It will also be weakened day by day.”

The ghost king looked up at her.

"So, I have two options to make up for my mistakes." Aman bent down, making his face at the same level as the ghost king: "One is to choose to eat you, and the other is to integrate your separated souls together. No matter what Choose, and there will be no mistakes in future reincarnations."

"What did you choose?" Ghost King asked coldly as he looked at the alluring face in front of him with no expression on his face.

"I give you the right to choose." Oman spread his hands: "I am a very good person, and I gave you the right to choose."

"The result of this choice will only make me more irritable and obsessive." The ghost king sneered, "I'm afraid neither of them will be as you wish."

"No." Aman stretched out a jade finger and put it on the ghost king's lips: "I never play games that have no chance of winning."

"Your strength is really weak." Aman smiled slightly: "If you had this level of spiritual power back then, I wouldn't need to come to you hundreds of years later."