Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

After tidying up the ceiling, walls and floor, Song Yan took one of the old books that were used to pad the corner of the table in the grocery store, and moved a small wooden pier to sit beside Mu Xiu. They read together and waited for the moisture in the room together. And musty smell dissipated.

"This book... is interesting," Mo Xiu commented softly after turning over half of the book.

Song Yan nodded lightly. Among the many books he had read on Huang Po, this was the only book that mentioned the specific use of secret arts and witchcraft.

Song Yan got up and walked around the shop. He put the book on the rattan chair, turned around and moved all the boxes, tables, and bulky items back. Song Yan also tied those special canvases for decoration back to their original positions one by one.

The old-fashioned feeling of this grocery store has not changed, but it is more mysterious and elegant.

After all these things were put back, Song Yan finally came to move the wicker chair that Mu Xiulai had put on, and when he moved it this time, Mu Xiu still put his arm around, as if he would have to fall if he didn't wear it.

Probably because he was really used to being pestered, Song Yan didn't give unnecessary lectures, he walked inside and asked softly, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Mu Xiu narrowed his eyes and continued to rub Song Yan's cheek. After a while, he replied, "I want to drink fish soup."

It shouldn't be too difficult for Song Yan to boil the water and put the fish in it to cook.

By the way, Song Yan also needs some meat to nourish his body. Song Yan is not used to pork, maybe he can try fish first.

"Okay," Song Yan agreed.

With the evening breeze and red clouds, Song Yan held a two-jin river fish in his left hand and Mu Xiu in his right hand, and they went back to their home in the suburbs.

Song Yan first went to Old Man Song's house to borrow a cookbook whose cover was missing. He and Mu Xiu understood it in theory before they started cooking fish soup.

Clean the river fish inside and out. If you don’t buy tofu, just throw it into the boiling water pot, add ginger and spring onion and cook it. After 10 minutes on medium heat and turn to low heat for 10 minutes, a pot of delicious fish soup is ready.

Song Yan tasted it first, and the taste was unexpectedly good. Cooking the fish was a bit troublesome, but it wasn't particularly difficult.

Two bowls of rice, a large bowl of fish soup, a bowl of green vegetables, and a small portion of special incense. Song Yan and Mu Xiu had their dinner before eight o'clock.

After dinner, Song Yan took the fish soup and rice that Mu Xiu had eaten to the small river to feed the fish, and the fish meat and fish soup that they hadn't finished eating was also fed to the other ghosts.

"Brother Song Yan's fish soup is also delicious..." The girl Gui Tingting circled around Song Yan happily.

But she didn't dare to cling to Song Yan's thigh like before, but kept a distance of three steps away from Song Yan, and the reason was that Mu Xiu, who was beside Song Yan, was a veritable cheapskate!She was so scared that she didn't dare to get closer to Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't respond to this, and finished feeding all the fish soup. He pulled up Mu Xiu, who had a slightly lower air pressure, and they continued to walk around. He whispered to Mu Xiu and explained.

"It's not good to waste it, and... I've already listened to you and didn't eat those foods."

Not eating food that ghosts have eaten, this is one of Song Yan's recent changes because of Mu Xiu.

"Well," Mu Xiu replied in a low voice, his depressed mood suddenly became cheerful, and he praised without hesitation, "Yan Yan is good, Yan Yan is the best."

Song Yan's ears turned red, he didn't say this for Mu Xiu's praise, he just wanted Mu Xiu not to care so much about him feeding other ghosts.

They continued their walk by the creek, gradually going farther downstream.

Stopping by the dilapidated wooden plank road, Song Yan looked towards the lower part of the river, where he and Mu Xiu separated eight years ago.

He fainted, and was picked up by old man Song, Mu Xiu disappeared directly... No, he fell into a deep sleep for eight years.

"Why did you go to Qiuyun City?" Song Yan asked softly.

Regarding Mu Xiu's past, he will not explore too much in accordance with the principle of getting along with important friends.

But Mu Xiu's injury eight years ago, he couldn't let him ignore it and not pursue it. Of course, he hesitated for so long before he spoke.

Mu Xiu narrowed his eyes, and the soft amber color was instantly replaced by black. He turned his head to meet Song Yan's serious gaze.

"An old Taoist priest poured dog's blood and chicken's blood into my house, and ran so fast, I asked him to settle the score..." But the account was not settled, and I was almost left there.

Mu Xiu had to admit, "... I was tricked, Yan Yan don't have to worry, I remember the breath of the old Taoist priest, and if we meet again, I will definitely find him to settle the score."

Calculating the old and new accounts together, he, Mu Xiu, is not so shady.

Song Yan was noncommittal to this, but it is necessary to hurry up and learn and master all the abilities of Huang Po.This was originally something he would only consider after graduating from university, but now there is no need for any hesitation.

He will not let Mu Xiu hurt the innocent, but he will not allow others to hurt Mu Xiu either.

As if he could see what was going on in Song Yan's mind, the annoyance on Mu Xiu's face dissipated. He gently rubbed Song Yan's hair, and said with a little pride in his tone, "Yan Yan is talented, don't worry learn."

It didn't take two years for Song Yan to beat most of the monks and Taoists. Besides, he, the ghost king, was backing Song Yan. No matter whether he was a human or a ghost, he would never want to bully Song Yan again.

"Well," Song Yan nodded, brushing his hands away from his hair, and muttered in a low voice, "Don't keep playing with me..."

The freshness of Mu Xiu's ability to touch people should have passed long ago, so he is deliberately taking advantage of him now.

"Huh? What did Yan Yan say?" Mu Xiu leaned closer, his dark eyes were like an abyss, frightening and confusing.

"It's nothing." Song Yan shook his head, and immediately changed his words. He grabbed Mu Xiu's hand, and they walked back.

"Don't keep trying to scare me... I'm not afraid anymore."

He compromised because he didn't want to continue to entangle with Mu Xiu on this meaningless matter. He seemed to have nothing to gain, and if Mu Xiu touched him, he could touch Mu Xiu's too. It would be no loss if he thought so.

"Oh..." Mu Xiu responded, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a ghost king walking on the edge of the world, smiling happier than a boy who just knew Aimu.

Song Yan didn't smile, but he vaguely felt Mu Xiu's mood.

Happy...it doesn't seem that difficult.

They walked home, and after Song Yan washed his hair and took a shower, they read a book by the window sill for a while, and then lay down on the bed together.

Song Yan no longer had the trouble of insomnia, and was not in a hurry to fall asleep. He quickly reviewed the content of today's book in his head, while Mu Xiu propped his head to watch him.

After more than 20 minutes, Song Yan came sideways and moved towards Mu Xiu. He closed his eyes and reminded softly, "Mu Xiu..."

"I'm here," Mu Xiu responded, letting go of his hand holding his head, and covering Song Yan's ear instead, he coaxed, "I'm here, go to sleep."

Song Yan closed his eyes, a little indescribable shyness crept up his cheeks.

Restraining and restraining, Song Yan whispered, "The book I read in the afternoon said that if you find a few kinds of stones and place them in a formation next to the bed, you can block ghost sounds... Then I don't have to trouble you."

Mu Xiu narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, and said word by word, "No trouble."

Song Yan continued to be silent for a while, and when Mu Xiu thought he was in a deep sleep, he heard another whisper from him.

"I see……"

"Hmm..." Mu Xiu also responded softly, his depression dissipated, he continued to stare at Song Yan for a while, closed his eyes, and he fell asleep together.