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In the living room, it was pitch black.

Cao Xuanhe was still sitting on the sofa, maintaining the posture after hanging up the phone, resting his left hand on the back of the sofa, propping his forehead, staring at something with his dark eyes, lost in thought.

The right hand held the mobile phone that had been shut down, pressed it against the thigh, and slowly turned it.

Time passed by, and the man didn't look impatient at all.

"young married woman!"

Finally, the door of the room opened out of nowhere and closed again in the blink of an eye.

When Ming Yi came in, he was stunned when he saw the dark room, and the bright smile on his face restrained a little.

"Daughter-in-law?" The voice was a little more tentative this time.

"Ah."

Cao Xuanhe's deep and hoarse voice came from the sofa in the living room.

Ming Yi Xunsheng rushed over immediately.

"Daughter-in-law, you miss me to death!"

Ming Yi threw himself into Cao Xuanhe's arms without any mistakes, and before he had time to speak, a lean and powerful arm was added to his waist to wrap him tightly in his arms, so that the little ghost had to put his foot on his thigh.

As they got closer, Ming Yi clearly felt the man's depression.

He put his hands on Cao Xuanhe's shoulders, leaned over and kissed him on the lips: "Daughter-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

"Why do you feel unhappy, the room is so dark, why don't you open it... Ugh!"

Before the word 'lamp' could be uttered, the man suddenly bullied him aggressively and blocked his lips.

Ming Yi didn't resist, and submissively tolerated the intrusion of his warm lips.

At the last moment, Ming Yi had the upper hand and was riding on the opposite thigh.

In just a few breaths, he turned over and was trapped between the sofa and the man's body.

Maybe this is the first time they have been separated for such a long time since they confirmed their relationship. One person and one ghost are very emotional, and the living room is full of Cao Xuanhe's clothes rubbing and rough and restrained breathing.

For the first time, Ming Yi felt that the calm and introverted Cao Xuanhe could be so domineering and rude, almost overwhelmed.

This kind of high emotion and ambiguous atmosphere spread in the living room, until Ming Yi felt the other party's warm palms scratch into his clothes and continue to slide down his waist, the irrational impulse broke instantly.

He resisted and pushed the man's shoulder, refusing: "Xuan He, don't!"

This sound brought back Cao Xuanhe's rationality, he gasped heavily, aware of Ming Yi's nervousness, he leaned over and moved closer to imprint on the kid's lips, then pulled out that troublesome hand.

Ming Yi's thighs clearly felt the strangeness of the other party, but seeing that Cao Xuanhe didn't force himself, he was secretly relieved.

In fact, he was no better than a man, and his body was equally agitated.

If Cao Xuanhe persisted a little longer, Ming Yi might not be able to hold on anymore.

One person and one ghost leaned side by side on the sofa, ignoring the two excitements, and gradually calmed down.

They were obviously sitting next to each other, but Cao Xuanhe still held Ming Yi's hand tightly.

Ming Yi didn't care, let him hold it, leaned on the sofa, stared at the dark ceiling, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Daughter-in-law, why didn't you turn on the light?"

Cao Xuanhe's voice became even hoarse, with a hint of bewilderment in the darkness: "Wait for you."

"I'm sorry." Ming Yi was a little embarrassed: "I could have rushed over in a few minutes, but suddenly something happened, which delayed the time and caused you to wait so long."

Cao Xuanhe didn't speak, just rubbed the back of the other's cool hand with his fingertips.

When Ming Yi mentioned this, he couldn't help complaining to the man: "Speaking of which, the order in the underworld has really become more and more chaotic recently. Those brats are all arrogant. Just now my friend was beaten by some brats."

"It stands to reason that there will be a special ghost messenger to maintain order in the ghost market, but my few friends are about to be dismissed, so I saw a ghost messenger come out."

"Hmph, when I go back tonight, I will definitely sue my grandfather, saying that those ghosts are cowardly, leaving their posts without permission, and let him punish them well..."

Ming Yi suddenly stopped speaking, and looked sideways at the man next to him.

Cao Xuanhe was listening seriously, and when he noticed his looking over, he asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"

Ming Yi licked his lips, and his speech faltered: "That...wife."

"Ok?"

"We've known each other for so long, why don't you ask me about my family?"

Cao Xuanhe tilted his head, because it was too dark around him, he couldn't see the kid's face clearly, but he still felt the other person's nervousness: "Do you want to say it?"

Ming Yi pursed his lips and asked back, "Do you want to know?"

Cao Xuanhe didn't care and said, "It's all fine."

Ming Yi pondered for half a second, and confessed: "Actually, I never told you that my grandfather is the City God of Qinglin City."

"Ah."

Hearing his calm tone, Ming Yi immediately sat up, looked at him sideways, and said in surprise: "You know my grandfather's identity, why aren't you surprised at all?"

Cao Xuanhe tilted his head and asked, "Do you need to be surprised?"

Ming Yi took his hand out of his, ran to the entrance to turn on the light, and looked at him.

The man's expression was indifferent, and he really didn't show any surprise.

Ming Yi frowned, walked back to the sofa and sat down again, tilted his head and asked the man: "Daughter-in-law, did you already know my identity?"

Cao Xuanhe shook his head: "I don't know, but I guessed about seven or eight points."

Ming Yi wondered, "How did you guess that?"

Cao Xuanhe raised his eyebrows slightly, and squeezed his hand back into his palm again, as if he was afraid that Ming Yi would run away.

"Although you didn't say it, you didn't hide it on purpose. You'll figure it out after a long time."

Ming Yi recalled his previous actions, very puzzled and curious: "Tell me how you guessed it!"

What he said just now was too excited, he slipped his mouth for a while, and worried that Cao Xuanhe would be angry if he concealed his identity, but he didn't expect that he would be that fool in the end.

Cao Xuanhe played with Ming Yiweiliang's long and slender fingers. The kid's complexion was pale, in stark contrast to his complexion. He pondered for half a second and said, "In the beginning, you planted two ghost messengers at the door of my shop."

Ming Yi tried his best to think back, and it seemed that there was such a thing: "Ah."

Cao Xuanhe: "Later, these two ghost messengers followed me secretly for a while."

"When Si Ling secretly followed them back, he found that they had entered Qinglin Town God's Temple."

Ming Yi frowned, wondering: "When did this happen, why didn't I know?"

Cao Xuanhe said: "At that time, you and I had just known each other not long ago. During this period, I tested your attitude and found that you didn't know it at all."

Ming Yi thought about it carefully, but he didn't have the slightest impression: "Then you guessed my identity?"

Cao Xuanhe shook his head: "Afterwards we went to Qijia Village, that Master Liu treated you very respectfully, during this period you sent ghost messengers to do things, your casual tone and natural gesture showed that you used to do this kind of thing often. "

Ming Yi raised his eyebrows: "Then shouldn't you suspect that I am the City God?"

Cao Xuanhe nodded: "I thought about it, but I quickly denied it."

"I've asked a few ghost messengers, and they all said that the City God is at an age when his temples are full of gray hairs, and besides, you have such a temperament to be a City God..."

Seeing that he was half-spoken, Ming Yi frowned in dissatisfaction, and looked at him with a hint of threat in his eyes: "What's wrong with me being a city god?"

Cao Xuanhe was not timid at all, raised the corners of his lips, and said flatly: "There will be chaos in the underworld."

Ming Yi sat up straight for an instant, and retorted: "You're talking nonsense!"

Cao Xuanhe stretched out his hand, pulled the little ghost into his arms, rubbed his head comfortingly, and gave Ming Yi a smooth hair: "Little fool, many things can't be solved by force."

Ming Yi curled his lips and did not refute.

In fact, he also knew that what Cao Xuanhe said was right, his temperament was indeed not suitable for the position of City God.

Cao Xuanhe continued: "I remember that once you were trapped in the cemetery by the soul chain and couldn't get out. It was said that you angered the ghost guards and imprisoned you. Ask me for help."

Thinking back carefully, Ming Yi seemed to have such a thing.

Cao Xuanhe explained: "The soul lock chain is something used by ghost messengers to seduce souls. Generally, you will not leave your body unless you have an unusual relationship with that ghost messenger."

"..." Ming Yi scratched the back of his head, telling the truth: "That ghost is my father."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help sighing: "At first, I thought that my identity was well hidden, but I didn't expect that after you said that, I found out that the whole thing was full of loopholes."

Cao Xuanhe clenched his lips: "On the second day of Ching Ming Festival, after you came to me to confirm the relationship, the City God sent a few ghost messengers to follow up. Presumably he was worried about handing you over to me."

Ming Yi was surprised: "Grandpa sent ghost messengers to follow you again, why didn't I know?"

Cao Xuanhe said indifferently: "The other party has no malicious intentions."

Ming Yi snorted softly: "No wonder old man Ming is so relieved to let me follow you, so he secretly investigated you."

Cao Xuanhe squeezed his palm, and continued: "Ming Yi."

Ming Yi responded subconsciously: "Huh?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Can you tell me about your family?"

Ming Yi said: "Didn't I just tell you that my grandfather is the City God of Qinglin City."

"I didn't say it before, but I was actually worried that you would tell me because of my identity, instead of really liking me."

Cao Xuanhe: "Not this one."

Ming Yi was puzzled: "What is that?"

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips and said, "On the night of Qingming Festival, when I was offering sacrifices to the other dead, I saw the tombstones of your parents and two older brothers."

His tone became low and slow: "Your parents' tombstone is engraved, beloved son: Ming Jiu, Ming Gui, Ming Yi."

Ming Yi tilted his head, met the man's dark eyes, saw that the other's eyes were full of love and affection, hugged the other's neck, and patted his head comfortingly: "It's okay."

He didn't want to hide it from Cao Xuanhe, so he roughly talked about how his grandfather offended his boss when he was the county town god, and their family was killed in revenge.

Cao Xuanhe frowned after hearing this: "Who did it?"

Ming Yi pursed his lips and remained silent.

Cao Xuanhe continued to ask: "I don't know, or I don't want to say?"

Ming Yi asked back: "If you know who killed our family, what are you going to do?"

"Did they kill their family in the past?" He sighed: "Killing our family is abhorrent, but his family did it for no reason. When is the time to repay the injustice? Besides, our family is reunited in the underworld. There is nothing wrong with it now." ,forget it."

Cao Xuanhe's tense expression gradually relaxed, he rubbed his loose hair and said, "It's not like you."

Of course Ming Yi knew that these were not things that he could think of with his personality, they were all just what his parents persuaded him back then.

When he learned that his family was murdered, Ming Yi was extremely angry and wanted to seek revenge from the other party.

But his parents tried to persuade him not to think about revenge, let alone kill people indiscriminately.

Even if Ming Yi killed all the people who murdered them, it is impossible for their family to come back to life, but he would have to bear the bad karma of several lifetimes for this.

At that time, Ming Yi couldn't understand his parents' feelings, but now that he sensed Cao Xuanhe's thoughts, he panicked instantly.

He didn't want Cao Xuanhe to take a few lives to avenge himself. Even if he didn't grow old and die like ordinary people, Ming Yi didn't want him to bear karmic debts because of himself.

Ming Yi said worriedly: "Daughter-in-law, you promise me that you will not continue to entangle with this matter, let alone seek revenge on those people."

Ming Yisheng was afraid that he would not believe him, so he pointed to his body: "Look, I really have no resentment, let alone obsession. I think it's pretty good now, don't..."

Cao Xuanhe felt his panic, and assured him: "Okay."

The man rubbed his pale cheeks distressedly, and said seriously: "I promise not to kill them."

Ming Yi didn't pay attention to the loopholes in the man's words, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hugged him and comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay, these things have passed for a long time, you don't need to care too much."

Cao Xuanhe's dark eyes were dark and cold, his thin lips were tightly pressed, he hugged the comforting little devil tightly in his arms, rubbed the back of his neck in distress, and hummed lightly.