Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Just when Xu Ziyu thought that Pear Blossom Essence could be given up, she suddenly asked again: "Don't you care who her first time belongs to?"

Clenching his fists instantly, Xu Ziyu didn't expect the pear blossom essence to be so cunning, and this sentence at the critical moment disturbed all his defenses.

"I remember that you had a fight with her because of this kind of thing, right?" Li Huajing pondered: "We had a cold war all the way, but then we proposed again, tsk tsk..."

"Were you there at that time?" Xu Ziyu asked coldly, was Cheng Moxun wearing that ring at that time?
"Although I wasn't there at the time." Thinking of the experience of being kidnapped by Manshu Shahua and running to Xia's house, Lihuajing's expression was a bit unnatural: "But then I have the memory of coming into contact with Cheng Moxun."

Xu Ziyu adjusted his breathing secretly, but he couldn't calm down his heart no matter what.

"I didn't expect you to be so infatuated." Li Huajing leaned in front of him and asked a little funny: "Do you really not care? Even so, you must marry her?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Xu Ziyu closed his eyes deeply, and when he opened them again, the expression and firmness in his eyes made people a little stunned: "But I'm sure, she must belong to me."

"But, there is another person in her heart." Pear Blossom Jing added a knife to him without hesitation: "Even if I am with you, I still miss another person in my heart, and I am always worried that I cannot be happy with you. "

Xu Ziyu felt his body was extremely cold, and he couldn't help but control his emotions again and again.

"That person is just as obsessed with her as you are." Li Huajing shrugged and tried her best to smooth out the jealousy in her tone: "No matter what, I don't want to let go."

"He won't succeed." Xu Ziyu's face was gloomy, and he stared at the pear blossom essence: "Who is it?"

Li Huajing had a mysterious expression: "He has been to your office, entered your home, and even been to C City thousands of miles away; he is often with you and Cheng Moxun."

Xu Ziyu felt that the fragmentary clues in his mind had pieced together most of the truth that he couldn't tell what it was.

He wanted to open his mouth, but his voice was stuck in his throat.

"The most important thing is..." Li Huajing stretched out her index finger and lightly poked his left chest: "He used to exist here."

Beneath that layer of skin was a beating heart that became increasingly fierce.

"What are you talking about!" Regardless of the premonition that he was getting closer to the truth, Xu Ziyu felt that he was a little unable to bear the next truth, and he couldn't help but want to interrupt the pear blossom essence.

"What I want to say is that he and you once shared the same body." The index finger pressed slightly on the heart, and there was no emotion in Li Huajing's eyes: "Just like me and Cheng Moxun now."

"Is he a ghost!" Xu Ziyu suddenly realized, he grasped Lihuajing's fingers, and asked sternly, "What about you? What relationship do you have with him?"

"He and I, you and I have the same relationship." Ewha Jing said these words coldly, she waved her hand casually, and easily got rid of Xu Ziyu's restraint.

"What do you mean?" Countless pictures flashed in Xu Ziyu's mind, but he had never seen them before.

It was as if in Xu Jia's mine, when he saw that indescribable existence in the mine, these images also flashed in his mind.

These memories did not belong to him, but he felt inexplicably familiar.

His heart began to panic, this contradiction of wanting to push away but afraid of losing made him feel at a loss.

"I said you have been divided into two." Li Huajing continued: "The other half of you has been silently guarding Cheng Moxun when you don't know it."

With a "boom", it was as if something had been pried open deep inside his body.

Xu Ziyu stayed where he was, his mind went blank.

"The mind is normal, and the mind has not been damaged." The man wearing the gold-rimmed glasses smiled kindly: "Miss Xia's memory should be intact."

"No, my head hurts, and my eyes are blurred." Xia Yanchu supported her forehead, and sat on the bed with a painful face: "I can't think about things, it makes me too uncomfortable."

"Mr. Jiu Wu, that's what I'm examining." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses smiled at Jiu Wu who was standing beside him, "The patient may be a bit resistant, so I don't want to admit it."

"I said that my head hurts! I can't remember anything!" Xia Yanchu bit her lip, her big eyes fluttered, and she looked innocently at the person in front of her.

"Thank you, doctor." Jiu Wu didn't look at her, and said with a smile, "I know the situation."

The doctor stroked the glasses frame, nodded, turned and left the ward.

"Hey! What do you want to do!" Xia Yanchu yelled on the bed, she looked very angry.

"This is what I want to ask you." Jiu Wu glanced at her coldly: "Miss Xia, amnesia can't help you avoid retribution."

Xia Yanchu's face turned pale in an instant.

She poked her neck and showed an inexplicable expression: "What are you talking about? What retribution? Did I do something?"

Jiu Wu shook his head with a smile, and dialed the cell phone in his hand.

Xu Jia was sitting in the back seat of the car, with her eyes closed, basking in the sunlight in the car while taking a bath.

The vibration of the mobile phone seemed to disturb his leisurely mood. He frowned slightly, reached out to touch the mobile phone, and then struggled to open his eyes.

Seeing that the one displayed on the screen was his most sincere subordinate, Xu Jia sighed: "Jiu Wu, how is it?"

"No problem, it's just that the skin on the outside of the head is scratched." Jiu Wu glanced at Xia Yanchu, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "But the inside of the head must be fine."

"Ah, that's fine." Xu Jia was not surprised, he rubbed his eyes lazily: "Contact Xu Ziyu, and leave the person to him."

Jiu Wu hung up the phone, turned around and walked back to Xia Yanchu's side.

He took out a handkerchief and a small bottle from his pocket.

There was a spray tip on the bottle, and he pressed it twice against the handkerchief.

Xia Yanchu immediately smelled the familiar yet unfamiliar aroma, as if a sunflower was placed in front of her nose.

"No! Stay away from me!" Seeing Jiu Wu holding up a handkerchief, intending to cover her face, Xia Yanchu yelled in fright: "Take that away!"

Jiu Wu was unmoved, he stretched out one hand to press the back of Xia Yanchu's head, and then quickly pressed the other hand holding the handkerchief on Xia Yanchu's mouth and nose.

"Hmm!" Xia Yanchu struggled desperately, but within half a minute, she suddenly rolled her eyes and fell silent.

Jiu Wu seemed relieved, he let go of Xia Yanchu, and threw the handkerchief into the trash can beside him.

"Boss, what should we do now?" the bodyguard on the side asked cautiously.

"No rush." ​​Jiu Wu took out two tissues from the tissue box on the bedside table, wiped his fingers carefully, and said slowly, "First, ask Young Master Xu what he thinks."

"Uh……"

The limbs seemed to be drained of strength, and the ghost king felt that he was half floating in the air uncontrollably.

"Come down." A cold voice sounded, and then the ghost king was dragged to the ground.

"Tsk!" He had never been so embarrassed before.

The ghost king sat up, stared straight at his eyes, and looked around.

The environment here is a bit familiar, the big hole in the wall is so dark that it seems that cold wind can blow in.

Cheng Moxun's house... the ghost king frowned.

There are also traces of his previous fight with the evil spirits. Later, because the damage was too severe, he simply gave up restoring everything to the original state and went out to look for Cheng Moxun.

Unexpectedly, later in the hotel, he was directly taken away by Heaven's Punishment.

Thinking about it, I felt a little useless in my heart, the ghost king held back his anger and looked around.

How could he come back here again?

"I'm here." The voice came from behind, the ghost king turned his head and saw Oman standing in front of him in a red dress.

"What kind of tricks are you playing, crazy woman?" Ghost King looked around and raised his eyebrows: "Where's your follower?"

"Hehe." Oman laughed lowly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Once the power of gluttony is transferred to Shahua, and he is not full, it will be terrible."

The Ghost King twitched the corner of his mouth, noncommittal.

"You don't really want to be separated from Cheng Moxun forever, do you?" Oman raised her chin, and seeing the ghost king's expression changed because of her words, she smiled and said, "If I can't appease Sha Hua, then the one who will bear the brunt of the curse It must be you."

The ghost king curled his lips and snorted coldly: "In this state, how likely is it that we can stay together?"

His power is different from before, most of the souls were summoned by Xu Ziyu, and they kept losing.

"I'm curious. Cheng Moxun knew the truth back then. What do you think about it?" Aman squatted down and looked at the ghost king with a smile: "Are you excited?"

"To be honest, I didn't expect her to remember everything." The ghost king laughed at himself: "But now that I think about it, I am not the only one who bears the burden of the past, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"It's not easy for so many years." Oman sighed, "Despite the curse brought to you by me and Shahua, you can still persist until today, which shows that your strength should not be underestimated."

"What are you planning?" The ghost king looked at Oman's pretty face, but he didn't feel moved at all: "Make a game with traps for people, and then eat the loser's soul. Are you tired of this routine?"

Aman tilted the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Yes, I'm tired of playing. So I want to play something different."

"Come on, what kind of game is it again?" Ghost King asked impatiently: "What kind of conditions do you want to tempt me this time?"

"Use the power of your world, and Cheng Moxun's half-soul friend." Aman said quietly: "Call a large number of fugitives from hell to catch me."

"Using fugitives as food?" Ghost King put on a disgusted expression: "The taste is strong enough."

"You don't understand how delicious a soul tainted with great sin is." Oman licked his lips, as if he was savoring the food.