Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

The little monk took a deep breath, his face was a little gloomy, and after a while, he whispered, "There are quite a lot...but it's not very clear."

The world in his eyes has been gray from birth to now, accompanied by groups of gray shadows that others cannot see. It was only two years ago that he realized that the gray shadows he saw were not illnesses, but ghosts.

Song Yan didn't ask any more questions, he reached out to take the Buddhist beads in the young monk's hand, and nodded slightly, "I will go when I have time."

"Okay, then my master and I will wait for the benefactor."

There was a little smile on the little monk's face, and then he restrained himself. He bowed to the three of Song Yan and Huang Po, then turned around and ran back quickly.

Song Yan rubbed the beads lightly for a few moments, then handed it to Huang Po, and then he held Mu Xiu's hand beside him, and they continued to leave on their way.

"not going?"

Huang Po understood Song Yan better than the little monk, and accepting the Buddhist beads just meant that Song Yan didn't want to go. Now that Song Yan handed her the Buddhist beads, the probability of going to the appointment is already less than [-]%.

"No," Song Yan replied affirmatively, not even ten percent of Huang Po's prediction.

After a short pause, Song Yan continued to warn, "Sell it as soon as possible."

"Okay..." Huang Po replied in a long voice, she shook her head, she couldn't figure out what Song Yan was thinking, and she didn't intend to think about it too much. You must know that the Buddhist beads in Lingjue Temple are worth a lot of money.

They walked for more than 30 minutes before they got out of the residential area, and then they caught the last bus and stayed in a hotel near the station.

This kind of hotel is definitely incomparable to the villa arranged by the Li family, but Song Yan, Huang Po and the others have lived in ten times and a hundred times worse places, and no one will consciously dislike it.

The three of them only lived in one room, Huang Po slept on the bed, Song Yan and old man Song slept on the floor.

Song Yan finally got out of the shower, walked to the window, and raised his hand to Mu Xiu, who was squatting next to his backpack, who was inexplicably wronged, "Come here."

Mu Xiu floated over, looking at Song Yan with a pair of amber eyes, with a hint of accusation, "Xiu, I didn't make trouble."

Song Yan resisted the urge to touch his forehead, he really didn't know why Mu Xiu was sullen for half the night...

Song Yan continued to stare at Mu Xiu for half a minute before he whispered, "Understood, I shouldn't say you..."

Overall this night, Mu Xiu did not disturb him, so he probably ran over to thank him?

Huang Po and Old Man Song, who were making their respective beds, looked over together. They had never seen Song Yan with such a soft and helpless expression...

That ghost king is terrible, it has already softened Song Yan's heart, terrible, terrible...

Song Yan didn't think there was anything unreasonable in his reaction, he didn't want the ghost king with black eyes to come out to make trouble again.

He looked okay, but in fact he was exhausted, and Huang Po and Old Man Song probably were too.

In order to have a good sleep, he could only coax Mu Xiu.Moreover, Mu Xiu is not a difficult ghost to coax, and he has been coaxed more times, and he has gradually mastered some skills.

Song Yan immediately took a step back, his body froze slightly, and it was Mu Xiu who leaned closer to his face again.

What a bad habit!Song Yan stared sideways, but of course, he only stared at the back of Mu Xiu's head.

Mu Xiu hugged Song Yan around his waist, bowed slightly, and put his face close to Song Yan, the corners of his mouth raised, and the gloom that lingered around him a moment ago disappeared.

Song Yan was still a little unaccustomed to Mu Xiu's hug, but he also froze because the feeling of this hug was more real than before.

This change is probably due to the sacrificial dance...

Song Yan raised his hand and touched Mu Xiu's waist... Well, it feels more real...

So, did he change himself by dancing the sacrificial dance, or Mu Xiu?

Song Yan was confused, and Mu Xiu, who was touched on the waist, blushed, and his expression became more obedient...

Mu Xiu slowly turned sideways, opened the clothes around his waist for Song Yan a little, and looked at Song Yan with his shy eyes.

It's very itchy, but he likes to let Song Yan touch his... waist.

After the initial gossip between Huang Po and Old Man Song, they turned back and continued with the matter at hand. When they looked over again, Song Yan had a look of thought on his face.

After a night of tossing, I was exhausted.

After a long time, Song Yan exhaled softly, pushed away the disheveled Mu Xiu, squatted down, and began to tidy up the floor where he was going to sleep.

Accompanied by Song Yan's movements, there were also his quietly red ears and neck... He absolutely did not intend to molest Muxiu!

After tidying up, Song Yan lay down, and Bo Lanling's mood had returned to normal. He glanced at Mu Xiu who was still shy and inexplicable, his mouth moved, he didn't speak, but moved his position.

It's rare that the ghost king Muxiu also knew how to squeeze the bed with him, so he should be embarrassed... Muxiu took a step back, and he could only take a step back, and the ghost and man made do and fell asleep.

As for the previous embarrassment and shyness, Song Yan felt that he had digested it himself, and Mu Xiu should have digested it too.

It should be considered normal for a man and a male ghost to touch each other's cheeks and touch their waists, Song Yan told himself.

Mu Xiu lay down, with only such a little space, he was naturally very close to Song Yan, and then he turned sideways again, covering Song Yan's ears with his hands.

He gently coaxed, "Yan Yan, be good, sleep."

"Hmm..." Song Yan didn't listen to Mu Xiu's words seriously, he responded softly with his breath, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Huang Po and old man Song were also tired. They didn't wake up until seven or eight in the morning. When they woke up, Song Yan was still asleep.

To be precise, he continued to sleep deeply in the arms of a male ghost king. Song Yan didn't wake up until nine o'clock, and his mind was fully recovered.

"Have you brought enough money?" Huang Po asked the sleepy-eyed Song Yan while eating her steamed stuffed bun. At the same time, she also revealed a little gossip.

The relationship between Song Yan and that ghost king seems quite interesting.

"Well," Song Yan nodded, he seldom sleeps so late, and rarely sleeps so deeply, so he is still a little confused physically and mentally.

"Call me," Huang Po routinely ordered.

They made a decision yesterday on the way to the hotel. She and old man Song will go back to Xiaohe Town first, and Song Yan will stay to deal with the follow-up of Li's daughter-in-law ghost.

Part of the reason for doing this was to reassure the Li family and minimize the risk, and they really couldn't help Song Yan much in the future.

"Ho ho..." Old Man Song snorted, meaning the same as Huang Po, telling Song Yan not to be polite to them.

"I remember," Song Yan agreed, nodding earnestly to Huang Po and Old Man Song.

The three of them have cooperated tacitly for eight years, so naturally he would not be too polite with them.And he doesn't like Qiu Yunshi, so he will solve it as soon as possible, and then leave.

Song Yan got up. After the three of them packed their luggage, they returned the room first. They walked to the station next door to buy three tickets. Song Yan got on the train together, but before getting on the highway, Song Yan got off with his backpack car.