Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan packed two meals, held them in one hand and Mu Xiu with the other, and they walked to the small forest behind the dormitory as usual.

Sitting on the ground behind a remote tree, Song Yan and Mu Xiu began to eat their dinner.

Song Yan ate faster. He put down his chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, and carefully scrutinized Mu Xiu's complexion. The ghostly aura was restrained, and the joy between his eyebrows and eyes could be seen faintly. It seemed that a dark cloud was nothing to Mu Xiu. burden.

When Mu Xiu approached Song Yan to look at him, he also stopped scratching in the food box. He looked back at Song Yan, his eyes blinked slightly, and the light in his eyes became brighter. He suddenly moved closer and held them together. The only distance between them is gone.

When lips with a little rosy color met those with light cherry color, Mu Xiu directly threw away the lunch box in his hand. He held Song Yan by the back of his neck and pushed Song Yan back to the back of the tree. With his eyes closed, he Kissed Song Yan.

Song Yan still kept his eyes open, but apart from a little helplessness remaining in his expression, he was no longer overwhelmed by it. Mu Xiu had always liked to kiss him, he had known this for a long time, and he was trying to adapt.

Song Yan raised his hand and gently grabbed the clothes on Mu Xiu's waist. After being kissed for a while, his eyes also slowly closed, and the feeling became clearer and deeper. It was gentle and sweet, and one couldn't help but indulge in it. .

More than ten minutes later, Mu Xiu's lips moved away from Song Yan's lips. He looked at Song Yan's eyes closed tightly, his cheeks slightly red, and his breathing a little messy. The kiss continued on the cheek.

Song Yan's expression was quite peaceful, but his heartbeat was still out of his control.

Having been stopped by Song Yan's midfielder last time, Mu Xiu did not indulge any longer. When Song Yan gradually regained his senses, he leaned his head against Song Yan's neck, and put on that well-behaved and somewhat satisfied expression again. expression.

Song Yan would never push Mu Xiu's head away, their hands were naturally held together after the kiss.

Song Yan gently squeezed Mu Xiu's index finger, "Mu Xiu, please don't make clouds tomorrow, it's always too much attention."

The university town is full of fish and dragons. There is a suspected warlock in their dormitory alone, not to mention the whole campus with so many people. He is still worried that the dark cloud will expose Mu Xiu to danger.

Mu Xiu didn't answer, as if he didn't want to agree to this point, he wanted to treat Song Yan well, so how could he let Song Yan suffer in the military training.

Song Yan looked at Mu Xiu for a moment, turned his head, and kissed Mu Xiu's forehead. His expression remained unchanged, but the shyness and anticipation in his eyes were very touching. He said in a low voice, "Mu Xiu, okay?"

Mu Xiu finally realized what a beauty trick is, especially since it was the first time Song Yan showed such an expression to him.

Mu Xiu smiled at Song Yan, and immediately let go, "Okay, I'll listen to Yan Yan, and I won't mess with that cloud tomorrow."

"Well," Song Yan nodded, leaned closer again, and kissed Mu Xiu on the lips, which was regarded as a reward for his obedience.

Mu Xiu readily accepted this.

The next day, Mu Xiu did as he promised Song Yan, and did not cover Song Yan with that dark cloud alone, but the sky over Ninetowns University was full of dark clouds, and it seemed that it was going to rain every minute, but until this day At the end of the Japanese military training, not a single drop of rain fell.

Song Yan raised his head to look at the sky, and then looked at Mu Xiu, who was obediently sitting on the straw mat he laid out under the tree, with a little confusion in his expression.

He sniffed the blowing wind carefully, and there was nothing special about it. It seemed to be just a normal weather phenomenon.But too coincidental to be a coincidence.

After the military training team disbanded, Song Yan walked towards Mu Xiu. He stretched out his hand to carry his bag, and pulled Mu Xiu up together, holding hands. They still went to the cafeteria to buy food, and then went to the grove behind the dormitory to eat.

Mu Xiu is clingy and well-behaved as usual, but he can't stand Song Yan's scrutiny and consideration.

It is said that frankness is lenient and resistance is strict. He doesn't want Song Yan to treat him severely.

At night when he fell asleep, Mu Xiu hugged Song Yan and rolled on the bed. After rolling enough, he leaned against Song Yan and confessed in a low voice.

"...Yan Yan, if you stay in the sun for six days in a row, you will definitely get sick."

After finally avoiding the serious illness after the Ghost Festival, how could Mu Xiu let Song Yan get sick like this?

Song Yan remained silent, but he pushed his head away from the side of his neck and sat up.

After a while, Song Yan asked, "How did you do it? I have never seen or heard of a ghost king with such abilities."

So Song Yan's silence and thinking this night were not all because he was angry at Mu Xiu for breaking his promise, but more because he was confused about how Mu Xiu did it.

A ghost's ability to affect living people is already a very powerful manifestation, and shaking the changes in the world and the weather is already beyond the scope of the ability of a ghost.

"Yan Yan, have you forgotten, I am the king of ghosts who knows the art."

Mu Xiu said in a low voice, he got up from the bed and pulled Song Yan up as well.

He took Song Yan's hand, and they walked towards the bookstore. When they came to the bookstore, they walked all the way to the end. The wooden wall slowly opened a door, and there was a hole in the bookstore.

When they walked in, the space inside was larger than Song Yan imagined. A floor, walls, and ceiling were painted with a huge pattern, and there were seven half-person-high jade platforms lined up. On each jade platform, there was a lock. parchment with black chains.

"The collection of books here is different from the books outside. These seven books contain a total of seven forbidden techniques."

As Mu Xiu said, he continued to pull Song Yan to the corner of the jade platform. With a light touch of his hand, the chain would automatically unravel, and he put the book in Song Yan's arms.

"This book is called "Praying for Rain", which is a kind of ancient lost witchcraft."

The ancestors prayed for rain in ancient times, not all the weather forecast as people think now, it did exist.

It's just that today is different from the past. With the changes of the years and the world, it is difficult to reproduce high-level witchcraft. Even the sacrificial dance and sacrificial song that should be accompanied by this "Rain Praying Art" have been lost.

Now warlocks have to find another way to reproduce the "Rain Praying Technique", so this whole day, he didn't deliberately not rain, but it couldn't rain.

However, it was just enough to meet his needs, and he couldn't bear to let Song Yan get wet in the rain.

Song Yan touched the parchment lightly, and turned a page, only to find that he couldn't understand any of the characters inside, and it wasn't any of the types of characters he knew.

"This is ghost writing. I will teach you when Yan Yan has read the books outside."

Mu Xiu lightly stroked Song Yan's hair, and with a wave of his hand, the book fell back to the jade platform, and the black chain was rewound, and he pulled Song Yan out of the book pavilion.

Song Yan nodded lightly, agreeing with Mu Xiu's words very much. He is not yet solid in various foundations, and being exposed to these forbidden arts too early will not be conducive to his learning.

However, there is still one thing he has not confirmed with Mu Xiu, it is impossible to confuse Mu Xiu in this way.

"Moxiu, although I don't know as much as you, I know that any form of art requires a price and a medium, and forbidden art is no exception. What is the price of this forbidden art?"

Song Yan knew that Mu Xiu didn't want him to get sick, but he didn't want Mu Xiu to get sick either.

Mu Xiu glanced back at Song Yan, he continued to pull Song Yan to sit on the recliner, and gently hugged Song Yan.

"The rain stone we bought in the ghost market last time, the blue one, it is one of the necessary media for the rain praying technique. I can't make rain, but it doesn't hurt to get some clouds to cover the sun for Yan Yan."

"Really?" Song Yan looked at Mu Xiu and confirmed with him again.

"Really," Mu Xiu nodded earnestly, he leaned over and rubbed Song Yan's cheek, "I promise I will never lie to Yan Yan again..."

"it is necessary."

Song Yan tapped his finger on Mu Xiu's forehead in a punitive manner, and after he finished, he couldn't help stroking again, "Mu Xiu, I have no objection to you doing something for me, but this is only if you don't hurt me. Own."

"I don't know how long we can be together, but I hope as long as possible."

For Song Yan, eternity is a bit unimaginable, he just wants to live every day well for them, and he also hopes that Mu Xiu can be well.

Mu Xiu held Song Yan's hand slightly tighter, and he assured him in a low voice, "We will be together forever."

Song Yan didn't reply to these words anymore, he leaned against Mu Xiu for a while, then adjusted his posture again, he was still leaning on his body, but it no longer hindered him from reading, accompanied by a slight sense of steadfastness.

At [-]:[-] p.m. on Saturday, the military training session for freshmen ended, and the dark clouds that had shrouded the playground for nearly a week finally dissipated.

Many students looked up at the sky and couldn't help sighing, but then the wind moved and the clouds gathered, and in an instant the dark clouds changed into thunderclouds, and pea-sized raindrops fell, and it really started to rain.

"Boom!" With a sound, the thunder behind the purple light caused the crowd to boil even more, and they started running around.

Song Yan ran towards Mu Xiu as quickly as he did. He bent down and took out the black umbrella from his backpack, quickly propped it on top of Mu Xiu's head, and held Mu Xiu's hand tightly with the other hand.

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine."

Song Yan said this to comfort himself. When he ran over, he was extremely afraid that the thunder light would affect Mu Xiu, and that the raindrops would make Mu Xiu feel uncomfortable, so he held Mu Xiu at this moment. I feel that kind of worry has dissipated a little.

Mu Xiu took advantage of the situation and hugged Song Yan, kissing and kissing, he didn't have time to be afraid or hate anything.

Song Yan led Mu Xiu to the nearest teaching building to shelter from the rain. He asked Mu Xiu to sit next to him, and they waited for the rain to stop and the thunder to stop.

Tomorrow is off, Song Yan and Mu Xiu finished their one-week dormitory life and started to live at home.

An hour later, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up again. Song Yan took Mu Xiu to the cafeteria to pack up the meals, and they went to the bus stop at the school gate to wait for the bus.

"Tomorrow, let's go to the town to look at bicycles, and we will ride to school in the future, so that we can exercise and save money."

During the four years of college, the money for commuting back and forth every day is enough to buy several bicycles. Naturally, the sooner you buy, the more cost-effective.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu whispered, and continued to hold the black umbrella for Mu Xiu, blocking the slanting sunlight that came over at four o'clock in the afternoon, still full of scorching heat.

"You sit in the back, I'll carry you." Song Yan added.

"Okay," Mu Xiu nodded, looking at Song Yan with clear and gentle eyes.

Ten minutes later, the bus going back to the town came a long way away, but before the bus drove in, another black car turned sharply and came to a stop in front of Song Yan.

Two young men in black suits got off the car one after another, and they bowed to Song Yan, "Please."

They looked respectful, but their tone was decisive, not giving Song Yan room to refuse.

Song Yan ignored the words of the two men in suits. He looked at the rear seat glass of the car. He couldn't see the people inside, but he could feel a very special gaze.

The people inside... have some kind of blood bond with him.Song Yan's feeling told him so.

Calculating the time, they should have found it long ago.

The two youths took a step closer, as if they were planning to force Song Yan into the car. At this moment, the glass window in the back seat slowly fell, revealing a middle-aged man's face similar to Song Yan's.

He is Xu Hong, Xu Hong from the Xu family in the capital, and unlike the time eight years ago, he came in person.

Song Yan's different-colored eyes were as calm as before, he got up, took Mu Xiu by his hand, and walked towards the back seat of the car.

"Come to my house. There are few people there, so it's easy to talk."

Song Yan sat down, squeezed Mu Xiu's hand, turned his head to look at Xu Hong, and suggested in a low voice.

Xu Hong had found him at the gate of the university, so he didn't know where he lived for the past eight years. Anyway, they stopped him and Mu Xiu's car to go home, so there's nothing wrong with taking them back now.

Xu Hong's face was too serious all the time, and he didn't have any special emotions leaked to Song Yan at this moment. He and the young man in a black suit looked at each other in the rearview mirror. The car started, and he was silent all the way. He arrived at Xiaohe in less than 20 minutes. town.

Then there was no need for Song Yan to give directions, and after another five or six minutes, the car stopped in front of Song Yan's house.

After getting off the car, Song Yan took out the key to open the courtyard door, and then opened the door of the house. After putting away the backpack, he first opened the food for Mu Xiu and lit the special incense.

After Mu Xiu was settled, he went to the warehouse again and pulled out a chair for Xu Hong to sit on.

"sit."

After the words fell, Song Yan was first pulled by Mu Xiu to sit down.

"Yan Yan eats too. When we're full, let's talk to them again."

Song Yan glanced at Mu Xiu, then picked up the food box and ate their breakfast and dinner.

Because he went to the cafeteria too early, many meat dishes were not cooked, and his packaged side dishes were only a few green vegetables, half a canteen spoon of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and cauliflower.

Song Yan's diet has been regular recently, eating less at night, and just going to bed early to fall asleep, and now Xu Hong's presence has not hindered his plans for tonight.He ate methodically, and his appetite was not affected by Xu Hong's presence.

Xu Hong watched the whole process silently. Except for the different colors of the pupils, Song Yan and Xu Mingjun from the capital had no slight difference in appearance, but in terms of temperament, the two were unexpectedly on par.

Although Xu Mingjun was plagued by congenital illnesses since he was a child, he was brought up with the best education, and the aristocratic temperament naturally stood out, but the Song Yan in front of him also had a kind of delicate charm that no one could match.