Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

A day ago, the seven people from Zhou Lu who left all kinds of prices at Honggu's place and opened enough seven dark flowers to reach the third floor also arrived at Twilight City eight hours ago from the passage of living people.

But up to this moment, they have all recuperated in a small hotel, and no action has been launched.

Their pedestrians can be described as heavy losses. As warlocks, Zhou Lu Zheng Jue and the others naturally know the importance of soul integrity for the cultivation of the art of surgery. Cutting flesh and raising flowers is basically their choice.

The only exception was Xu Mingjun, who left his pain feeling with Honggu.

From now on, he will no longer feel any pain, including physical and emotional, but at the same time, what strongly breeds is his vision and ambition for the identity of a warlock.This time he insisted on coming with Zhou Lu for this purpose.

It's just that he only wanted to try before, but now he is bound to achieve it.

Ever since he knew about the existence of warlocks on his birthday, he was unwilling to be an ordinary person, especially now that he also knew about the existence of Song Yan.

A group of seven people gathered in the living room of the suite. They looked towards the center of Twilight City, unable to make a clear judgment on the noise coming from inside.

Twilight City, as an ancient lost city, has too little information leaked out to the outside world. Even a warlock family like the Zhou family and the Zheng family cannot grasp too much specific information.

Zheng Jue stood by the window for a while, then returned to the sofa and continued to study the backpack he picked up in Mohu, along with a ghost weapon, a ghost whip.

Zhou Lu's dagger was held back by Hong Gu, so he took away the ghost whip and used it.

As for the owners of the backpack and ghost whip, they have seen them all, and they have no intention of returning them right now.

"This seal is a typical Mu family's method. If we break it by force, the contents inside will not be kept."

Han Ying didn't join in the excitement by the window at all. He lost a large piece of flesh on his thigh, soaked in cold water and hurried on his way. At this moment, his complexion was as pale as a ghost, but it still didn't affect his curiosity about the items in Song Yan's backpack.

Zheng Jue took the pot, looked at it carefully, and nodded. He came to the same conclusion as Han Ying.

"The two of them will be fine..."

Han Ying muttered, he didn't have much ill feeling towards Song Yan and Mu Xiu, and of course he didn't have a good feeling. He was just curious about what happened to them. Also lost.

"Who knows?" Zheng Jue shook his head, he was a little afraid of Mohu's experience. In such an environment, if he encountered any serious danger, it would be really difficult to resist and display it.

At this moment, Zhou Lu, who lost half of his finger, a large piece of flesh in his buttocks, and Yuanyang that had been preserved for nearly 30 years, turned around. He glanced at Zheng Jue and Han Ying, who automatically shut up, and then Zhou Lu spoke again. .

"Everyone go back to their rooms to rest. Tomorrow, everyone except Ming Jun will go to the city to look for clues."

"Yes!" Zheng Jue and the others agreed, and then everyone except Xu Mingjun left the living room.

"Brother Zhou," Xu Mingjun looked at Zhou Lu, and he felt that Zhou Lu had something to say to him alone.

Zhou Lu looked at Xu Mingjun, his expression softened a little, but it must be said that this time on the second floor of Mingyue Cave, he was hit hard, and his emotions have not recovered much until now.

Zhou Lu said, "I will borrow your blood."

"Huh?" Xu Mingjun couldn't hide his surprise. He thought that Zhou Lu left him to explain the Mingyue Cave to him, and to comfort him more or less.

"Not much, half a bowl is enough."

Zhou Lu was not satisfied with Xu Mingjun's hesitation, so he explained the exact dosage again.

Xu Mingjun's eyes lowered, he took out his wrist to Zhou Lu, and his tone became much lower, "Brother Zhou, can you tell me what to do?"

"The Ghost Whip also has a technique seal, I just can't use two layers of power..."

Now he is very short of handy ghost weapons, and Song Yan's ghost whip is just barely fancy to him.

But if he wants to display the power of the ghost whip, unless Song Yan unseals the ghost whip himself, or he forcibly takes Song Yan's blood essence and uses his own methods to unseal it.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu are nowhere to be seen, neither of which can be achieved in a short time, but there is an absolute blood relative of Song Yan beside him, Xu Mingjun's blood can't reach the ten-level effect of Song Yan's blood, there will always be [-]% or [-]%. of.

"Oh..." Xu Mingjun responded, and the gloomy color in his eyes became more intense.

Sure enough, sure enough...Xu Mingjun, who had rarely experienced jealousy and anger since he was a child, deeply understood it at this moment.

In the mud pit of the stone fortress in the center of Twilight City, Song Yan raised his head slightly, his eyes were extremely intense, and his eyes were no longer high walls and muddy ground, but an absolute cage outlined by countless gold and black lines.

Now, he had to find the key to the cage among the countless golden and black threads, and break it forcibly, otherwise he would not be able to break through the cage no matter how many fragments he cracked.

Song Yan raised his hands, and pinched another handprint knot on his chest, a silver light flashed in his left pupil, Song Yan closed his eyes, and ten talisman papers flew out from his body, catching one point at the same time.

"It's here!" Song Yan whispered, and the ten talisman papers burst open.

The sound of "Ka...Ka!" came to an end, followed by a "boom", half of the east side of the high wall surrounding the mud pit collapsed. Song Yan broke this absolute cage, which lasted 4 days, 2 hours and 2 minutes.

Song Yan looked back at Mu Xiu, the scorching light in his eyes had not completely dissipated, at this moment, he smiled slightly, "Let's go."

"Well," Mu Xiu nodded, his expression was a little dazed, and it was only when Song Yan looked back that he was amazed.

He watched Song Yan grow up little by little, but at this moment he still couldn't help but marvel at Song Yan's growth.

Song Yan looked at Mu Xiu, stretched out his hand slowly, and held Mu Xiu's hand, the smile on his face faded away, but the eyes that looked at Mu Xiu were visibly gentle.

"Are you hungry? I'll go outside the city to catch fish for you in a while."

Song Yan interpreted Mu Xiu's astonishing gaze as hunger. In order to save food for him these few days, Mu Xiu was not willing to eat.He didn't force Mu Xiu to persuade him, but he also felt distressed silently.

"Fortunately, I'm just happy for Yan Yan."

As Mu Xiu said, he leaned close to rub against Song Yan's cheek, and then pecked and kissed Song Yan's cheek.

"You were right before, I was stupid...I promise to trust you from now on, I believe that my Yan Yan can already protect me..."

He can no longer easily make what he thinks is a good choice for Song Yan at critical moments, he should trust Song Yan.

Hearing this, Song Yan was not in a hurry to take Mu Xiu to catch fish to eat. He turned around, looked at Mu Xiu for a while, his eyes slightly bent, and stroked Mu Xiu's hair with his other hand. ,"good."

Verbal compliments were not enough to express Song Yan's joy when he heard Mu Xiu's words. He leaned forward, kissed Mu Xiu's lips actively, then wrapped his arms around Mu Xiu's neck, and kissed Mu Xiu gently and deeply. stand up.

Mu Xiu hugged Song Yan around his waist, slowly closed his eyes, and then indulged in this slight "survival after disaster" kiss.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

After Song Yan and Mu Xiu kissed for a while, they were interrupted by continuous coughing that became louder and louder.

Song Yan leaned on Mu Xiu's shoulder, calmed down his expression and heartbeat, and then turned to look in the direction of the coughing sound.

A one-legged old man with a hunched back and a cane, he stared straight at Song Yan and Mu Xiu, and began to ask, "Did you push this wall?"

"It's me," Song Yan nodded without any sophistry.

"It's my family Yan Yan," Mu Xiu also admitted, with undisguised pride in his expression, his family Yan Yan is just so powerful.

The one-legged old man felt a little bit of toothache, and he had never seen a jailbreaker pushing the wall and kissing endlessly here.

"Come here, explain to me... why are you here!"

The one-legged old man raised his voice in vain, his eyeballs protruded slightly, and he stared fiercely at Song Yan. Only then did he realize that Song Yan was not a ghost king like Mu Xiu, but a real person!

Song Yan didn't intend to answer this question, he asked, "Can we go?"

This question is actually meaningless, no matter what answer the one-legged old man gives, he will take Mu Xiu away.

"You! Come here! Register!"

The one-legged old man pointed at Mu Xiu with his cane, and his tone was quite bad.

In the time he took a nap, the master who raised the ghost king tore down the wall. After they left, he had to pay someone to put the wall back.

Ten minutes later, Mu Xiu received a wooden sign from the one-legged old man, and briefly explained the rules of Twilight City.

Twilight City is divided into Twilight City and Dawn City, usually called West City and East City.

The more prosperous west city is the domain of ghosts and ghost kings, while the east city is mainly the area where living people live. There is no absolute boundary at dawn, but when it gets dark, living people and ghosts must live separately.

However, the one-legged old man didn't know that Song Yan grew up to be five years old in Twilight City, and Song Yan understood the rules here better than most living people and ghosts.

"The luggage we brought was lost. This is the only snack left. It's a total of 10 yuan. It's considered compensation for pushing the wall."

As Song Yan said, he opened the black cloth bag to let the one-legged old man see his snacks clearly. These are definitely enough to compensate for the half wall.

And this is also one of the rules that must be obeyed when doing things in Twilight City. Human relationships are clean, and you will never owe anyone or ghosts anything easily.

The one-legged old man grabbed a piece and smelled it, then nodded slightly, and the impatience disappeared immediately.

He watched Song Yan and Mu Xiu leave, and after a while, he suddenly grinned, "It's exciting to watch...hehe."

Walking out of the tunnel entrance from the stone castle to the east city, Song Yan looked up at the sky, feeling groggy and unable to see the sun.

"Let's go catch the fish first." Now he and Mu Xiu really had no money, ran out of talisman papers, and gave away all the snacks.

The most urgent task is for them to find food and shelter before dark, and then plan for tomorrow.

"Okay," Mu Xiu nodded, his eyes swept across the cold market, and he took Song Yan's hand and kissed it.

He really wanted to know about Song Yan, and wanted to see where Song Yan lived in the past, so he insisted on coming with him.

Song Yan stared at Mu Xiu for a moment, the seriousness on his face slowly dissipated, he dragged Mu Xiu to the old streets and alleys that remained unchanged from his memory, took a shortcut, and soon they arrived at Twilight City from the center of the city The east gate leading to the outskirts.

Walking along the road in memory, for another four or ten minutes, they came to the upper reaches of the Heihe River that crossed Twilight City.

"Sit here and wait, I'll be up soon."

Song Yan pressed Mu Xiu and made him sit on a rock, and he began to take off his clothes, planning to go down to the river to catch fish.

Mu Xiu felt his surroundings and the river, and nodded slightly, "I'll wait."

Although he was still worried, he had already promised Song Yan that he would trust him.

Hearing this, Song Yan stepped back instead of advancing. He turned around, bent down and kissed Mu Xiu's lips, "Good boy."

Mu Xiu nodded again, and Song Yan's kiss immediately calmed down his uneasiness.

He saw Song Yan jumping into the water, and he popped up to greet him from time to time, and Song Yan's ketone body looming in the water was in his sight, which was too pleasing to describe.

After more than ten minutes, Song Yan grabbed a half-arm-long black fish and threw it to Mu Xiu's feet. He took a look at Mu Xiu, then sank into the water, and continued to catch fish.

Song Yan is very skilled at catching fish. Someone taught him when he was three years old. Since then, he has been relying on catching fish to support himself until he left Twilight City.

It's just that compared to the current efficiency, it's not bad for him to be able to grab one in the past three days.

After another ten minutes or so, Song Yan came up with another big black fish, and the food between him and Mu Xiu had been settled for the past two days.

After the fish was cleaned up, they were tied up with temporarily woven straw ropes. Song Yan took a look at the sky, and he took Mu Xiu to his former residence, a ruined temple that was still there.

Therefore, what the one-legged old man said is not entirely true. In Twilight City, there are places where people and ghosts can live together, and the ruined temple is one of them.

Walking to the forest by the river for a while, a pile of chaotic stones appeared in front of Song Yan and Mu Xiu.

"That's it."

Song Yan looked quite happy, the ruined temple was still there, so he and Mu Xiu didn't have to worry about where they would live at night.

But Mu Xiu couldn't feel much joy, probably because the dilapidated temple in front of him was more dilapidated than he expected, and it was so broken, what could he use to shelter his Yan Yan from the wind and rain.

"I don't know if they're still here..."

Song Yan looked around, there were two other ghosts who squeezed into the temple with him back then, a man and a woman, but when he left Twilight City, they looked like they were about to dissipate. The chances of survival are extremely low.

Turning around in the half-collapsed main hall of the dilapidated temple, which was barely inhabitable, Song Yan La Muxiu entered the main hall, and the two ghosts were no longer there.

"After I left, no one came to live..."

Except for the thick dust, everything was the same as the day he left.

A broken mattress that has been washed too many times and used for too long, a small crooked table, scattered stones and wood...

"Let me tidy up," Song Yan and Mu Xiu whispered, feeling a little apologetic.

He didn't intend to bring Mu Xiu back to live here, but he lost all the things he had prepared, and now that it's getting dark, this is the only place he knows is absolutely safe.

"Together we will."

As he spoke, Mu Xiu pulled Song Yan into his arms, leaned towards Song Yan's lips and kissed again and again.

"Well," Song Yan nodded lightly, continued to kiss Mu Xiu for a while, and then he hurriedly dragged Mu Xiu to work.

Before dark, they cleared out a small bed made of hay that could sleep two people, reinforced the small table, and the black fish that was grilling there some time ago also started to smell.

Song Yan used to eat fish and meat directly raw, maybe it was because he ate too much like this, which caused him to eat three meals of green vegetables and vermicelli without any meat or meat.

"It's getting dark," Song Yan said, and the sky darkened in an instant, completely entering the night.

Song Yan got up, grabbed several stones, and simply set up a spiritual formation in the area where he and Mu Xiu were active, which could isolate some outside movements.

There was a whirring sound of the wind, whimpers that sounded like weeping or howling, and the hoarse and ugly growl of a suspected monster.

"It's like this here, you'll get used to it in a few days," Song Yan stroked Mu Xiu's hair, and didn't intend to stop Mu Xiu from continuing to listen, so he turned to deal with the black fish meat.

Song Yan only found out in the past few years that the black fish he used to feed his hunger was extremely valuable.

Not only he can eat it, but ghost kings like Mu Xiu can also eat it.

They grilled while eating, and Song Yan even kneaded the remaining fish meat into fish balls and continued to dry them, intending to give Mu Xiu a snack.

The fish balls were put into the black bag one by one, and Song Yan put them on a small table beside him, with a hand wrapped around his waist, and Mu Xiu hugged it close to his body.

"Yan Yan, can we sleep well..."

Mu Xiu whispered in Song Yan's ear, his expression was slightly troubled, he knew he should restrain himself, but before he wanted to restrain himself, he had already hugged Song Yan like this.

Song Yan turned to look at Mu Xiu, and when his eyes met, he nodded lightly, "Okay."