Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

After 10 minutes passed, Mu Xiu turned sideways, tapped the tip of Song Yan's nose with his index finger, and said with a smile in his voice, "Yan Yan has to fall asleep."

Hearing this, Song Yan's eyes slowly opened, and he turned his head to glance at Mu Xiu. There was a little depression in his eyes, one black and one blue. He still belonged to the human category, and he couldn't follow what Mu Xiu thought, falling asleep when he said he was asleep. ah.

But then, Mu Xiu got close to him again, hugged him gently, and coaxed him like a child.

"Yan Yan, be good, Yan Yan is sleeping..."

Song Yan blushed, and slowly let go of his slightly curled fists, without pushing Mu Xiu away. With his eyes closed, he tried his best to cooperate with Mu Xiu's coaxing him to sleep.

It seemed that it was Mu Xiu's embrace that gave Song Yan a sense of familiarity and security in sleeping at night, but after being coaxed for three to five minutes, he fell asleep.

When the deep sleepiness was about to pull his consciousness into chaos, a coolness suddenly came from between his brows, and he woke up again.

But he was no longer on the bed in the hotel, but on an old-style big bed that should be unfamiliar to him but somehow familiar.

Black wooden frame, enamel tassels, red brocade quilt.

He sat up, before he got down to the ground, an arm wrapped around his waist, and pulled him back.

"Where is Yan Yan going?"

Mu Xiu was dressed in plain white pajamas, and his tone was full of laziness and tiredness. He hugged Song Yan, put his head on Song Yan's shoulder, squinted his eyes, and was in a happy mood.

"Mu...Mu Xiu..." Song Yan responded and turned to look at Mu Xiu.

The face was still the same, but the Mu Xiu he was facing now was completely different from the Mu Xiu he was in contact with in normal times, and the aura belonging to the big ghost king was extremely obvious.

He was pulled into Mu Xiu's dream, this is Mu Xiu's world, and everything is dominated by Mu Xiu's will.

But Song Yan didn't really worry about anything other than being uncomfortable with their current posture. He had more trust in Mu Xiu than he expected.

He always wanted Mu Xiu to trust him, and correspondingly, he would repay Mu Xiu with the same trust. In fact, he gave it in this way, and he still surpassed it.

"It's me," Mu Xiu said, and slowly turned around with Song Yan. Their eyes met for a moment, and he smiled again.

Here, Mu Xiu's expression is much richer, and Song Yan can easily feel his good mood.

"We still..." Song Yan suddenly turned his eyes away, and turned sideways, wanting to get down to business.

"Don't worry," Mu Xiu stuck to it tightly, and his arms that were slightly loosened were locked again. The expression on his face instantly became obedient and low, and he called softly, "Yan Yan..."

Song Yan sighed softly, bemoaning his helplessness and connivance towards Mu Xiu, he looked back at Mu Xiu, and asked in compromise, "What do you want to do?"

"Yan Yan, come with me," Mu Xiu smiled again, he let go of Song Yan's waist, and then held Song Yan, and they got off the bed together.

On the black wooden table in the room, a red lantern lit up, and the door of the room opened automatically. Song Yan saw at a glance that all the lanterns in the house where he and Mu Xiu lived were lit up one after another, and these lanterns were no longer his. The first time I saw it, the spooky white was red.

Mu Xiu led Song Yan through the long corridor, turned and turned, and stopped in front of an old attic.

With a slight wave of Mu Xiu's hand, the lanterns inside and outside the attic were lit again, brightly lit.

Song Yan turned his head to look at Mu Xiu. He raised his hand and pushed the door in. He saw rows of bookshelves. There were at least tens of thousands of books in this attic.

This is the Book Pavilion, which used to belong to Mu Xiu alone, and now Mu Xiu shared it with him.

"Does Yan Yan like this place?"

Mu Xiu looked sideways at Song Yan. He could guess Song Yan's answer, but he was still inexplicably apprehensive before getting an accurate answer.

What if Song Yan doesn't like it, or doesn't like it that much?

"Well, I like it... I like it very much."

Song Yan nodded, and he dragged Mu Xiu to a group of bookshelves as usual, and picked up a book, titled "Miscellaneous Talks of Warlocks".

Song Yan knows the goods, every book here is valuable, let alone so many, so complete.

How Mu Xiu found so many books does not need to be investigated too much. He must understand the kindness that Mu Xiu gave him.

"Thank you," Song Yan sincerely thanked, his eyes swept away, and the big ghost Wang Muxiu, who was taller and stronger than him, blushed at his words.

Affected by this sudden charming emotion, Song Yan couldn't help but look away.

Mu Xiu's suddenly domineering, suddenly shy temperament really tested his character, he had never met a ghost with Mu Xiu's temperament before...

Song Yan let go of Mu Xiu's hand, flipped through the book for a while, and after calming down his slightly impetuous mood, he put the book back.

He can often come to Mu Xiu's dreams, but he has not forgotten the real purpose of following Mu Xiu in his dreams this time. They came to investigate the evil spirits who caused at least five murders.

Song Yan dragged the still shy Ghost King Muxiu out of the house, and they were in front of the factory gate that he couldn't enter before.

They walked through the door and came to the noisy factory, ignoring the busy workers walking back and forth, Song Yan dragged Mu Xiu to quickly shuttle through the crowd and machines, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Finally, they found a machine soaked in bright red blood in many factory compartments, and there was a young ghost screaming fiercely beside the machine.

And inside the stirring machine, there was a dark, hard-to-describe ferocious spirit bit by bit nibbling at the left hand of the young ghost. Apart from the noisy machine sounds and screams, there were also continuous chewing and swallowing sounds. It is eating happily...

Song Yan subconsciously pulled Mu Xiu behind him, staring at this extremely vicious spirit, a little star lighted up in each of his left and right eyes.

1 minute, 2 minutes... 2 minutes and ten seconds!Through layers of ghostly aura, he saw the true face of this fierce spirit!

Contrary to Song Yan's original expectation, this ominous spirit was not formed by the grievances of the six victims of the ghost house in Guzhen, but the murderer who killed the six people in the ghost house back then.

Wicked in life, worse in death.

Suddenly, the swallowing ominous ghost turned its head, met Song Yan's eyes, and a powerful evil thought rushed over.

"Hey hey..." Before the ghostly voice that seemed to be smiling but not crying, which seemed to be crying but not crying, hadn't reached Song Yan's ears, everything in front of Song Yan's eyes was like a shattered mirror, which no longer existed.

Song Yan, who was asleep on the hotel bed, opened his eyes and sat up, but Mu Xiu beside him was indeed not there.

Just now, he asked Mu Xiu to send it back unilaterally, and Mu Xiu should still stay there to confront the evil spirit.

"Damn!"

Song Yan's expression became visibly anxious. He put on his shoes, picked up his backpack, and went downstairs to check out.

But as soon as he ran out of the hotel, he bumped into the returning Mu Xiu.