Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan put the backpack in his hand on the ground. He pushed his hands back, leaned back slightly, and tried his best to straighten his face.

"That's the only place in the back seat. Huang Po and Lao Song are getting old, so we shouldn't let them squeeze."

He can't get used to Mu Xiu, he has to reason with Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu continued to stare at Song Yan with his extraordinarily bright and beautiful eyes, tilting his head slightly, as if he couldn't fully understand Song Yan's words.

Song Yan's expression that he believed to be invulnerable was instantly shattered, and a look of worry climbed into his eyes. He sighed softly in his heart, and the strategy of "preemptively suppressing ghosts" failed.

"I know, you are very good this time, I shouldn't say you..."

As Song Yan said, he slowly raised his right hand and rubbed it on the top of Mu Xiu's head, "Good boy..."

Mu Xiu's face didn't change much, but his eyes were filled with shyness in an instant, but this time, he didn't drift away in disappointment, but trembled slightly, and then slowly leaned on Song Yan's shoulder, looking around. The hand holding Song Yan's neck also clenched even tighter.

Da da da... Song Yan praised him for being good.

Mu Xiu became shy, and Song Yan's complexion didn't improve much. He praised "good boy" to a moody ghost king, which also tested his heart and endurance.

But what I have to admit is that this "good boy" was not as difficult as he imagined, and Mu Xiu's overall performance was indeed "good boy".

After 10 minutes, Song Yan pushed Mu Xiu, and finally realized that their posture was too wrong.

"Come down, I... I'll pack my luggage."

The sticky Ghost King Muxiu continued to dawdle for a while before he sat on the bed beside him, looking at Song Yan with unsatisfied interest, he hadn't hugged enough yet.

Mu Xiu looked over eagerly, and before he could speak, Song Yan consciously held his hand.

Song Yan took Mu Xiu's hand, pulled him up, and let him go, then he lifted the quilt, turned it over halfway, put the backpack in the closet, put the clay pot in the corner of the bedside to avoid the sun, and put two books Put it on the desk, and Song Yan tidied it up.

Afterwards, Song Yan stretched out his hand again, and Mu Xiu held it.

Song Yan looked at their intertwined hands, and didn't bother to worry about this anymore, just hold hands if you love them.

He sat down to read a book, and Mu Xiu sat down with him, and was very used to putting his head up to read with him.

Song Yan was probably used to this ghost king's eagerness to learn, so he flipped through it casually to kill time, and looked for Huang Po after he had a general idea of ​​the situation.

"Knock knock knock..."

There was a knock on the door of the room, Song Yan raised his eyes, a few strange colors flashed, the rhythm and severity of the knock on the door was neither Huang Po nor Old Man Song.

Put the book back on the desk and flip it over to the pure black bottom. Song Yan pulled Mu Xiu up, walked in seven or eight steps, and opened the door with a gap of about a fist.

A young face with a bit of reserve and pride appeared outside the door. The visitor was around 23. He poked his head over, as if he wanted to see something in Song Yan's room.

However, it was Song Yan who responded to him by closing the door to the gap between the size of two fingers, and Mu Xiu also asked Song Yan to push the door behind, so that there was no chance of being exposed to the young man's sight.

"what's up?"

Song Yan's look and tone were very cold, and the aura of the young man made him feel like he had met the same kind, but it didn't mean that he had any good feelings for him.

"Ah... nothing, ah, no, eat, eat..."

The young man in Taoist uniform looked at Song Yan's eyes with arrogance and disappeared for a moment, and a little rosy color appeared on his face. He praised, "Your eyes... are beautiful."

One black and one blue eyes of different colors, with pure Yin energy inside, very bewitching and beautiful.

Song Yan had already closed the door completely before the young Taoist's final words fell, and a gust of cold wind blew the young man's nose sore.

He touched his nose, but the smile on the corner of his mouth did not dissipate. He turned around and knocked on the door of Old Man Song next door.

After the door closed, Song Yan turned around, and subconsciously hugged the black-eyed ghost king Muxiu who was about to erupt, "Moxiu, calm down, calm down..."

They are here to make money and work, not to feud with others. The young Taoist spoke a little frivolously, but it didn't really hurt him at all.

Song Yan couldn't think of the need for Mu Xiu to make trouble. More importantly, the Li family is very capable this time. There are probably not many ordinary people in this house. He doesn't want Mu Xiu's identity as the ghost king to be exposed and become a target of public criticism.

"You promised me yesterday that you can't make trouble for me," Song Yan pressed his forehead against Mu Xiu's ear, let go of his hand a little, and patted Mu Xiu's back, "Calm down, calm down..."

The dark-eyed ghost king Muxiu's depressed air finally returned to a certain normal level under Song Yan's undaunted comfort, but Song Yan's own heartbeat could not be calmed down.

"I won't trouble you," Mu Xiu with black eyes said in a low voice, he raised his hand and rubbed the back of Song Yan's neck, "Don't be afraid..."

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up and looked at Mu Xiu with black eyes for a few seconds. He held Mu Xiu's hand, and they sat on the bed and continued their conversation.

"They should have found you... You are staying in the jar for the time being, and I will take it with me."

Song Yan's mood at the moment was far more chaotic than his face showed, but his subconscious reaction was the truest thought in his heart.

When the time is right, he will help Mu Xiu to save himself, but he will definitely not push Mu Xiu to others.

In the book Huang Po showed him, there were a lot of insidious and sorcery using ghost kings as materials. On the one hand, he was worried that Mu Xiu would mess up and hurt innocent people, and on the other hand, he was also worried that Mu Xiu would be hurt.

"You trust me, okay?"

Song Yan looked into Mu Xiu's eyes. For the first time, he didn't try to hide his emotions. He no longer needed to confirm that he regarded Mu Xiu as his friend.

Mu Xiu didn't answer Song Yan's words right away. He raised his hand, landed on Song Yan's shoulder, moved it slowly, and stroked Song Yan's neck. He felt a little restrained stiffness in Song Yan's body, and the corner of his mouth slightly Bending up, "Okay, I'll listen to Yan Yan."

As soon as the words fell, the dark aura covering Mu Xiu's body completely dissipated, and even the pupils returned to a clear and translucent amber color.

He slowly approached, and pressed Song Yan's face, and his expression changed back to a well-behaved one.

Song Yan lamented for himself in his heart, but he did not refuse Mu Xiu's approach in action.