Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan quickly withdrew his gaze. He walked into the room, took out his second-hand large backpack that hadn't been worn out in six years of junior high school, and started to pack his luggage for going out tomorrow.

"Don't hold?" Mu Xiu followed up, and asked aggrievedly, and waved his overly slender and beautiful hands in front of Song Yan's eyes.

Mu Xiu is struggling, his hand should not be ugly, and it should not be difficult to hold, Song Yan is not angry, why didn't he hold it.

"Besides," Song Yan gently brushed away the hand in front of him, he turned around and continued to put two sets of clothes, two books, some special utensils into the backpack, and of course the special clay pot he made for Mu Xiu.

Ten minutes later, Song Yan had roughly packed his luggage for going out tomorrow. When he turned his head, Mu Xiu had already shrunk into the corner of his bed, sulking himself.

Song Yan glanced at him, but didn't intend to coax him.

He felt that he couldn't get too used to Mu Xiu, lest Mu Xiu would regard this place as his own home more and more, and would not want to leave at all.

Ghost King Mu Xiu wasn't really angry, he just couldn't figure out what Song Yan was thinking.

There was no warning, and suddenly I stopped holding him... Well, I'm still a little angry.

Song Yan was sitting on the window sill, and he hadn't picked up the book yet. A cool body came up from behind. it catches.

Song Yan tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, looked at the gloomy black-eyed ghost Wang Muxiu, and asked back, "Are you angry?"

He didn't understand that he didn't hold Muxiu's hand for a while, so why should he be angry?

The black-eyed Muxiu nodded to Song Yan with certainty, and confirmed it again, "Yes, angry."

Are all ghost kings so childish!Song Yan was speechless in his heart, but he knew enough was enough, turned his head back, and whispered, "I will hold you tomorrow."

"Okay," the ghost king Muxiu raised his brows slightly, reluctantly satisfied with the answer. There are only four or five hours left before tomorrow's midnight. The ghost king Muxiu, who has lived alone for hundreds of years, said that he can bear it.

However, Mu Xiu, who endured it, did not float back to the corner of the bed, but put his head on Mu Xiu's shoulder again, and read a book with Song Yan, a book on how to catch ghosts.

Song Yan wasn't worried about what Mu Xiu saw that he shouldn't read, it would be good if these books could scare Mu Xiu away.

Turning another page, Song Yan whispered, "Morrow is going out to work tomorrow, you can follow along, but don't make trouble."

Feeling angry even if he didn't hold hands for a while, Song Yan silently gave up those words that he originally wanted to persuade Mu Xiu to stay at home, and instead told him some precautions for traveling with him.

"Well, I listened to Yan Yan," the black-eyed Mu Xiu slowly narrowed his eyes, he liked to hold Song Yan like this very much.

Song Yan's words stopped, he turned to look at Mu Xiu, but it was still the black-eyed ghost king Mu Xiu, Song Yan silently turned his head back again.

Fortunately, he had already seen through this big ghost king who liked to pretend to be with him, otherwise he would definitely be overthrown at this time, how could the black-eyed ghost king put on such a cute expression for him.

Song Yan continued to warn, "Don't mess with Huang Po's things, she is quite capable compared to some swindlers."

"Well, I listened to Yan Yan," Mu Xiu still replied like this, and quietly clenched the hand around Song Yan's waist.

"And...the last point is also the most important, Huang Po and old man Song are my friends, you must not hurt them."

Song Yan had explained this to Mu Xiu long ago, but in order to prevent Mu Xiu from taking it seriously, he still wanted to emphasize it again.

After going out, Mu Xiu had more contacts with them, Song Yan couldn't help but have these worries.

Mu Xiu didn't respond so quickly this time, he didn't pay much attention to the two people next door, and seeing Song Yan care so much about them now made him even more upset.

"Mu Xiu, you promised me," Song Yan tilted his head, met the eyes of the ghost king Mu Xiu, his heart couldn't help jumping up again, but he didn't give up as quickly as before.

Mu Xiu reluctantly nodded. He looked at Song Yan's gaze with serious eyes, "I can promise you not to hurt them, but I won't take the initiative to protect them either."

A trace of surprise flashed in Song Yan's strange-colored pupils. He nodded at Mu Xiu, overjoyed, "Of course."

It is Song Yan's principle not to harm innocent people, and protecting people is not in his principle, and he will not use this to ask Mu Xiu.

It was completely beyond Song Yan's expectation that Mu Xiu could agree so quickly.

Mu Xiu stared at Song Yan's face for a long time, and then he stuck back to Song Yan's shoulder peacefully, his eyes narrowed, and then slowly closed, he was taking a nap.

Song Yan continued to review the book, put it aside, turned his head to look at Mu Xiu, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, slowly got up, and pushed Mu Xiu back to the bed.

After turning off the light, he himself lay down on the bed, while Mo Xiu beside him seemed to be still asleep.

After another half an hour, Song Yan came over quietly, then took Mu Xiu's hand and slowly put it on his cheek, and then covered his ears.

Song Yan, who suddenly activated the "self-sufficiency" skill, fell asleep not long after.

And looking at the sleeping Ghost King Muxiu, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he felt even better.

The little guy beside him was awkward and funny, and he really became more and more obsessed with it.

After five o'clock in the morning, Song Yan woke up, and the ghost king Muxiu beside him also rubbed his eyes.

Song Yan stared at him twice, and stretched out his hand consciously.

Mu Xiu held it, and on his expressionless face, the sense of happiness from the heart was still evident, "Good morning, Yan Yan."

"Morning," Song Yan replied, feeling pretty good.

He let go of Mu Xiu's hand, went to the bathroom to wash up, then cooked a bowl of noodles for himself and Mu Xiu, and then took a brief inventory of the luggage.

It was almost six o'clock, so he took Mu Xiu to Mrs. Huang's house and helped her move some special utensils into the bamboo basket made by old man Song.

When they were ready, they locked their doors and walked to the bus station in the town together.

Huang Po was wearing her heavy Qianhu clothes, and it was rare that she didn't have a fan to keep fanning. Song Yan's whole body was like an air-conditioned room that was three or four degrees lower, which made her feel much better.

Huang Po gave Song Yan a wink, Song Yan nodded, Huang Po's face was a little bit tangled, and she became calm again.

Forget it, it seems that they can't get rid of the ghost king for the time being.

This ghost king can also help Song Yan to cool down together, so it's not completely bad.

After buying the tickets, they checked the tickets and got on the bus, and they sat in the back row consciously.

There was an empty seat beside Song Yan, but it was not full at all so early in the morning, and no one would come to squeeze them.

Mu Xiu stared at the window for a long time, showing the novelty of a ghost going out for the first time, and the quiet and obedient behavior he promised Song Yan yesterday, sitting obediently the whole time, without wandering or making trouble.

After Huang Po and old man Song got into the car, they both went to catch up on sleep. Song Yan didn't sleep, and his head was slightly tilted, leaning on Mu Xiu's shoulder.

For Qiuyun City, Song Yan has a clear and deep memory. The first stop he wandered to Xiaohe Town was Qiuyun City, and he stayed there for nearly a year.

From nine to ten years old, some things are hard to forget.

Song Yan sighed softly in his heart, he must have thought too much, after so many years, it is unlikely that those people will recognize him, and the possibility of them encountering him is even less, it seems unnecessary for him to think at this moment.

"Mu Xiu..." Song Yan called softly, his voice was so low that Po Huang probably couldn't hear clearly.

But Mu Xiu, who was looking out of the window, turned his head immediately, "Xiu, here we are."

"En," Song Yan responded lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and suddenly the slight depression disappeared, following Mu Xiu's response.

At this moment, Song Yan still didn't realize that Mu Xiu was different from other ghosts to him.

After getting off the expressway, they drove for another section. The car stopped at the passenger station in Qiuyun City, and they arrived.

They packed their luggage, and not long after they walked to the entrance and exit of the passenger station, a car stopped, and a 60-year-old old man in a suit stepped out of it.

"You guys are masters from Xiaohe Town, right?" The old man in the suit smiled at Huang Po and raised his hand. The driver got out of the car and opened the trunk.

Old man Song put his bamboo basket and Huang Po's luggage in the trunk. Song Yan still had his backpack in his hand, and he didn't intend to put it away.

Before the old man in the suit and the driver could speak, Old Man Song closed the trunk with a "bang".

"...This is Old Song, this is Xiao Song," Huang Po exchanged greetings with the old man in the suit, briefly introduced Old Man Song and Song Yan to him, and then they got into the car.

Song Yan got into the car last, and he sat on with his backpack in his arms.

Mu Xiu kept up, but he looked at the unoccupied seats in the back seat and Song Yan's eyes, so he could only get into the earthen pot in Song Yan's backpack in aggrieved and pitiful manner.

If Song Yan hadn't held the backpack in his arms, it might not be easy for Mu Xiu to drill into the pot. When he was at home, Song Yan hadn't seen Mu Xiu drill into the pot. Worry about how to "compensate" him later.

Song Yan had the foresight to save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Song Yan hugged the backpack and patted it lightly a few times, as if to appease Mu Xiu.

And this is really Mu Xiu's first time digging into a clay jar, the inside is much more comfortable than Mu Xiu thought, and the clay jar is still in Song Yan's arms, Mu Xiu's reluctance gradually dissipated.This is the first gift Song Yan gave him.

After more than half an hour, the car stopped in front of a villa in the wealthy area of ​​Qiuyun City.

The old man in the suit was surnamed Li, and he was one of the housekeepers in their family's practice this time. The main family he served was also surnamed Li, who was Li Yun, a well-known chaebol in Qiuyun City.

And this villa is not Li Yun's residence, but a residence under his name. This time, it is used for these "superior people" to live in. In addition to Huang Po, Song Yan and the others, there are also two Taoist priests and apprentices who have traveled here. And the four monks from the famous temple in Qiuyun City.

They came from Xiaohe town by car early in the morning, so naturally they were not as fast as the monks and priests who were in this city.

The rooms on the first and second floors have already been occupied by them. Song Yan and the three of them live directly on the third floor, one room per person. The room is not particularly big, but it has everything that should be there.

The villa is also equipped with a cook and a driver, who are responsible for their food and transportation for the three days.

When they went upstairs, there was no movement on the first and second floors. Huang Po, who thought she wanted to chat with these colleagues, was suddenly useless.

The three of them went back to their rooms, the door was closed, Song Yan sat by the bed, opened the backpack, took out the clay pot inside, and put it on the table, a cool feeling fell directly on his chest.

Relying on being a ghost and not weighing much, Mu Xiu sat directly on Song Yan's lap, bent slightly and hugged Song Yan's neck, his amber eyes were full of grievance and attachment, "Yan Yan, black ,dislike……"

Ghosts are afraid of the dark, Song Yan expressed his disbelief from the bottom of his heart...

Song Yan felt a little headache, the last thing he knew was to coax people, no, it was to coax ghosts.

The author has something to say: (seeking collection) small theater

Nizijun (raises hand): There is a coquettish ghost here! ! !Also, and... Xiao Song Song has learned to be self-sufficient! ! !

Mu Xiu: Yan Yan is awesome!

Song Yan: ......... (He seems to be threatened...) Cough, just watch the fun, let's collect it by the way.