Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan followed Mu Xiu two steps, and they reached the side of the straw bed.

Song Yan felt that the straw bed was made in a mediocre way. He only watched old man Song do it once or twice, and he didn't observe many details in place. Moreover, it didn't take much time, and he could barely cope with it for one night.

Song Yan squatted down, and pulled the Thousand Household Clothes used as a small blanket to the side where Mu Xiu would lie down later, it was worse than the cloth he had just arrived in Xiaohe Town, "Follow me first Just one click."

He is not the five-year-old boy he was back then, and without the package he prepared in advance, he still has the confidence to restore some of their quality of life in a short period of time.

Black fish can not only be eaten by itself, but also sold.Look in the mountains and forests, maybe you can gather some materials to make some "Twilight City Edition" ghost food snacks.These can be exchanged for what they need in Twilight City.

Song Yan was thinking about Ming'er's plan quickly in his head, Mu Xiu's kiss had already landed behind his ear, it was neither light nor heavy, and it still had a little wet itchy feeling.

Song Yan turned his head and came over, met Mu Xiu's eyes filled with patience, couldn't help poking the dimple on Mu Xiu's cheek, "Are you in such a hurry?"

It's not that he didn't understand the meaning of Mu Xiu's word "sleep", but his bed hasn't been made yet.

Mu Xiu nodded frankly. He raised his hand and landed on the buttons of Song Yan's clothes, and unbuttoned them very skillfully and quickly. He moved closer to Song Yan's ear and continued to whisper, "Yan Yan, I think."

He endured it for three years and finally had sex, it was impossible not to worry.

Now, as long as he looks at Song Yan for a little longer, all kinds of unsuitable images will automatically pop up in his head, just wanting to pull Song Yan like this, like that, like that.

Song Yan tilted his head again, and his ears turned red, but it was stimulated by Mu Xiu's deep and emotional voice.He continued to look at Mu Xiu, the blush creeping up his cheeks, he nodded slightly, "Mmm..."

"Yan Yan is so nice..." Mu Xiu continued to murmur, he kissed Song Yan's lips with a smile, hugged Song Yan and laid them down on the newly laid Qianhu clothes, and then took off their clothes The clothes are also spread on the grass bed together.

He couldn't bear to let these hay stick to his cock, so it was most appropriate to "sleep" like this.

Outside the corner of the ruined temple, ghosts crying and wolves howling like a demon realm, inside this corner, various restricted scenes are enthusiastically staged.

Song Yan was panting lightly or heavily, and had already given up reminding Mu Xiu to restrain himself. In this situation, he couldn't restrain himself, let alone the ghost king Mu Xiu who was not born with the spirit of restraint.

"Yan Yan, my Yan Yan..." Mu Xiu called out, emotionally and affectionately, he didn't know what words to use to describe his love for Song Yan, he could only call out like this sentence by sentence, and acted again Occupy everywhere.

Let Song Yan's whole body be covered with his aura, let Song Yan only see him in his heart and mind.

"Mushu..." Song Yan whispered, his eyes closed slowly, and there was some uncontrollable moisture in the corners of his eyes.

Song Yan was extremely tired physically, as well as mentally, he was hugged and laid on Mu Xiu's chest, and then fell into a deep sleep amidst continuous pats and calls on his back.

In the sky of Twilight City, there is no morning glow or sunset glow. When the movement outside stops, the sky will be bright.

Mu Xiu lightly kissed Song Yan's hair, he turned over while holding Song Yan, and then gently put the still sleeping person back on Qianhu's clothes, pulled the windbreaker and continued to cover Song Yan, he Woke up.

Song Yan cracked the pattern for four consecutive days, and his mind was highly concentrated. Coupled with their unrestrained exercise last night, both body and spirit needed sufficient sleep to recover.

It is also because of this that Mu Xiu wakes up abnormally early.

"Yan Yan continues to sleep, I won't go far, don't worry, huh?"

Mu Xiu whispered, and then kissed Song Yan's forehead and cheek lightly. Seeing that Song Yan continued to sleep, he got up and prepared to work.

After a good lingering time, Mu Xiu was very satisfied with this place that had the atmosphere of Song Yan's life, and did not plan to change places to live.But it is necessary to make them live better afterwards.

Song Yan didn't wake up until late in the afternoon. He was not on the straw bed where he fell asleep last night, but on the flower bed made of Minghua's branches and leaves. He was still wearing Qianhu's clothes and covered with Mu Xiu's windbreaker.

There are four tall Minghua flowers at the four corners of the Minghua bed, and each corner is pulling the flower bed. This is actually a swing bed.

Song Yan opened the side of the windbreaker, sat up slowly, and the swing bed swayed.

He looked out, and the ruined temple he was familiar with had changed drastically.The lavender vines covered the originally barren mud, the messy stones were gone, and there were still many people busy in the perception.

And his Minghua swing bed is located behind the main hall of the original ruined temple, and this is also the place where it was sorted out first.

"Yan Yan woke up," Mu Xiu noticed Song Yan woke up, and walked here immediately.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Song Yan's leg onto his own thigh, kneading and massaging naturally.

"Morning," he said, leaned closer, and kissed Song Yan's lips again and again.

Song Yan didn't move and let Mu Xiu kiss for a while, before he asked, "What's going on?"

How could hundreds of people suddenly come to clean up and rebuild the ruined temple for them?

"I asked Honggu to trade on credit," Mu Xiu said in a flat tone. He raised one hand and waved outwards. A butterfly flew over and landed on Mu Xiu's fingertips, and then let Mu Xiu Bounced away in disgust.

Obviously, Honggu bought goods from the Dark Alliance in the past, and the real buyers of those goods were not the big and small ghosts of Mingyue Cave, but Twilight City.Mingyue Grotto connects the outside world and Twilight City, and thus becomes a hub for material transactions between the two worlds.

Mu Xiu understood this when he saw that the ghost king on the second floor of Mingyue Cave was Honggu.

And Ming Die is the real medium of communication between Hong Gu and the ghost kings in Twilight City. Mu Xiu went out for a circle, caught a Ming Die and came back, contacted Hong Gu, and then used Hong Gu's energy in Twilight City, Let's settle his and Song Yan's residence first.

Honggu and the dark alliance have been dealing with each other for many years, so she is naturally not afraid that Mu Xiu will not pay back his debts, and she is even willing to let Mu Xiu and Song Yan owe her a favor.

At this time, a person walked to a place ten steps away from the Minghua swing, bowed slightly, "Mr. Mu, everything you asked for has been delivered, please see if you want to take inventory."

"There's no need to count, tell Honggu and the old man, the dark alliance has recorded it." The old man Mu Xiu said is the watchman of the stone castle in Twilight City, and he is also Honggu's main trading partner.

Mu Xiu turned sideways to block his sight, pulled the windbreaker to surround Song Yan tightly, and pressed Song Yan's cheek to the side of his neck, not wanting his family Yan Yan to be seen by anyone at all.

"Yes," the man got up, continued to retreat to the corner without looking sideways, and then turned to leave, while quietly breathing a sigh of relief.

This is the ghost king who can let Honggu and the old man do things for him at the same time. It seems that they have another big boss in Twilight City.

"What did you buy?" Song Yan retracted his inquisitive eyes, and put the bracelet on Mu Xiu's waist. He was planning for nothing and worrying about it yesterday.

"Eat, wear, and wear..." Mu Xiu continued to rub Song Yan's back as he spoke.

He kissed Song Yan's forehead, and his tone was softer, "Yan Yan, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

"No need," Song Yan shook his head lightly, but he didn't let go of the hand around Mu Xiu's waist.Compared with sleeping, he felt that relying on Mu Xiu could rest better.

The feeling of attachment is mutual, Mu Xiu is attached to him, and so is he, but usually he doesn't show it very much.

After more than ten minutes, Song Yan let go of Mu Xiu and sat up. He glanced at the end of the swing bed, and there was indeed a brand new set of clothes. After getting dressed, Song Yan followed Mu Xiu out for a walk.

Hundreds of people worked together and added these special seeds, but most of the main hall was almost completed. As for the surrounding side halls that had collapsed, Mu Xiu just had the stones cleaned up.

The Buddha statues and utensils in the ruined temple were almost the same hundreds of years ago when Song Yan came to live, and only the bases of some Buddha statues remained, and these Muxiu were not moved away.

The reason why the ruined temple can still shelter people and ghosts is because of the remaining power of thoughts left on the bases of these Buddha statues. If they are removed, it will not be safe here.

Song Yan walked to the main hall and saw a large box all over the floor, and couldn't help but stroked his forehead.

Mu Xiu hasn't changed at all, he has no restraint when buying things, Song Yan couldn't help but glared at Mu Xiu when he opened a package.

"We don't want to live for a long time. We bought so many clothes, can we wear them all?"

"I like Yanyan's well-dressed clothes, what if Honggu has bad eyesight?"

Mu Xiu retorted in a low voice, his eyes raised stubbornly and pitifully.You must know that one of his biggest hobbies in the past three years is to buy things for Song Yan, but Song Yan always dislikes him for buying too much.

In addition to clothes, cooking spatulas and pans, large bowls and small bowls are all available, but the stove to be built in the central hall has not been built yet.

That is to say, it is not popular to use electricity in Twilight City, otherwise Mu Xiu would probably ask Honggu to buy all kinds of electrical appliances.

Song Yan opened a package again, and Mu Xiu waited for a while with his face on his face, but he didn't get stared at again. He took a closer look and found that it was something that Song Yan asked the old man Song to send to the small hotel in Mingyue Town before they left.

A small can of sealed moon liquid, a large bag of ghost food snacks, various ingredients that Song Yan had processed at home earlier, etc. These are the most suitable materials for Mu Xiu's body right now.

Seeing these expressions, Song Yan immediately improved a lot. He raised his eyes to look at Mu Xiu, leaned closer, and kissed Mu Xiu on the cheek, which was compensation for his fierceness before.

"I'll make you some sweet water later."

"Okay," Mu Xiu nodded without pretending to be pitiful, he clung to him, exchanged a sweet kiss with Song Yan, and then they continued to unpack the package.

At 5:[-] p.m., all the hundreds of people who came to work in the ruined temple left. They will continue to come tomorrow and continue to rebuild the ruined temple according to Mu Xiu's plan.

Song Yan took out a large bowl, dug some soil from the backyard into the bowl, placed it on the bare base of the Buddha statue in the main hall, lit a stick of sandalwood, and Song Yan bowed down.

Mu Xiu also bowed to Song Yan, and he whispered, "Thank you for taking care of Song Yan back then."

He and Song Yan will move to live in the flower house at the back of the main hall. He intends to restore the main hall to its original state as much as possible.

Song Yan turned his head to glance at Mu Xiu, he took Mu Xiu's hand, and they walked out of the back door of the main hall, towards the Minghua House that was continuously winding and forming, and the Minghua swing bed that was formed first was also wrapped.

In addition to the bed, there are window sills, desks, benches, and large wardrobes in the room. The furnishings are basically the same as the rooms in their home, except that they are all made of twisted branches and leaves of ghost flowers.

Song Yancai sat on the edge of the bed, and then he was hugged by Mu Xiu and lay down on the bed, and rolled around with him.

Mu Xiu rubbed Song Yan's face, and asked softly, "Does Yan Yan like it?" Do you like the Minghua House he urged himself?

"I like it." Song Yan nodded, his hand stroked Mu Xiu's hair lightly, his eyes were bent, and he replied again, "I like it very much."

Mu Xiu also smiled, and he lowered his head to peck and kiss Song Yan's face, "I like it too."

At this time, a butterfly flew in from the window, lingered in Mu Xiu's ear for a while, and then flew out of the window again.

Mu Xiu pulled Song Yan to sit up, frowning slightly.

"What's wrong?" Song Yan continued to rub Mu Xiu's hair.

"I asked Honggu to inquire about the backpack and ghost weapon we lost, and someone saw it at Zhou Luqi's side."

With his ability, he can naturally give Song Yan a better backpack and ghost weapon, but those two things have different meanings to him and Song Yan. Not only Song Yan hopes to get it back, but Mu Xiu also hopes.

Song Yan thought for a moment, then got up and went outside to make petal honey water for Mu Xiu to drink. The petals were directly taken from these dark flowers and vine flowers with strong yin, which were very suitable for Mu Xiu to cultivate his body.

Mu Xiu followed Song Yan after he didn't stay in the room for long. He wrapped himself around Song Yan and asked a little depressed, "Aren't Yan Yan worried?"

Song Yan continued to rub the petals and honey, his tone was calm and very soothing.

"Their purpose should be to avoid the forbidden technique that may exist in Twilight City, and they will not leave for a short time. When we meet, if they refuse to return it, we can just take it back ourselves, don't worry."

"Well," Mu Xiu nodded, his expression suddenly brightened, he pecked and kissed Song Yan on the cheek, and then continued to hug like this, watching Song Yan busy at close range.

After eating and drinking, Song Yan, who couldn't read, lay on the bed with Mu Xiu.

The flower bed was swaying gently, and Mu Xiu pulled Song Yan to hug him tightly. He demanded, "Yan Yan also give our flower house a blessing."

After all, the Ming Hua House he stimulated was not as good as Hong Gu's effect of using Ming Hua as a domain. It was fine during the day, but it didn't feel so beautiful when it got dark.

"Okay," Song Yan was silent for a moment, then gently agreed.

He pulled Mu Xiu to sit up, and brought Mu Xiu's hand tightly to his chest. He closed his eyes slowly, and whispered his blessings.

"I wish my Muxiu happiness, happiness and freedom forever."

After saying that, Song Yan slowly opened his eyes, and lowered his head to kiss Mu Xiu's fingertips.

Mu Xiu's eyes widened slightly, and he felt a soul power from Song Yan, which was extremely gentle and soothing, making him feel like he was flying.

But before Mu Xiu accepted Song Yan's soul power, an invisible black chain appeared on his chest in vain, directly interrupting the transmission of Song Yan's soul power.

Song Yan raised his eyes to meet Mu Xiu's, and frowned. His blessing to Mu Xiu...failed.

"It's okay, I don't need freedom, I just want to be with Yan Yan."

That kind of ancient contract chain cannot be interrupted by the present Song Yan, but he can understand Song Yan's intentions and understand the purpose of Song Yan's unremitting efforts.

And he has already found something more important than freedom, as long as Song Yan is always by his side, he doesn't need to care about those constraints.

Song Yan didn't respond to these words, he slowly leaned on Mu Xiu's chest, and continued to hold Mu Xiu's hand tightly.

After a long time, Song Yan whispered again, "Flower of the Underworld, may you be fragrant in all seasons and always bloom undefeated."

After Song Yan finished speaking, countless flower buds appeared one after another outside the monotonous pale red flowers in Ming Huawu, and the flowers bloomed one after another. The flowers bloomed alternately in red and white. .

"It's so beautiful..." Mu Xiu glanced around, and when he returned to Song Yan, he sighed softly.

"Yan Yan, don't be sad, okay?" Mu Xiu hugged Song Yan and put him back on the shimmering flower bed. He and Song Yan looked at each other, and whispered their request again.

Song Yan was sad, and he also felt distressed.The heart twitched slightly, the kind of distress that was getting closer and closer to reality.

"Okay," Song Yan nodded, he put his arms around Mu Xiu's neck, their lips approached, and then they kissed softly.

Kissing and kissing made my heart warm, and the thin pajamas were casually hung on the branches of Minghua, covered with fragrance and phosphorescence, and the sadness and distress that suddenly rushed to my heart disappeared.