Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan and Mu Xiu didn't follow, they walked to the sofa in the hall and sat down.

The only lobby manager who stayed behind went to bring tea in person. His attitude was very gentle and humble, and he was completely different from the arrogance Zhou Lu and others encountered a few days ago.

After nearly 10 minutes, Zhou Lu and the others reappeared, but instead of carrying Song Yan's backpack and the ghost whip, they were holding several jars, black bags, and the ghost whip in a wooden box like Zhou Lu.

"I didn't see the backpack, so we picked these up..."

Before Zhou Lu finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Xiu's cold reprimand.

"Go away!"

When he and Song Yan were three-year-old babies, how could they pick up all the things in the backpack if they didn't find it?

Zhou Lu frowned, even his grandfather in the family had never talked to him like this.

But Muxiu was even more angry, he took Song Yan's hand, and the hotel manager immediately came to lead the way, and several ghosts and strong security guards appeared to open the way one after another, leaving no room for Zhou Lu and others to protest and refuse.

Courtesy first, soldiers later, Zhou Lu and others don't cherish the "courteous treatment" they give, so they can't blame the room search.

Opened the room and went in, looked at each room, and finally the hotel manager helped Mu Xiu and Song Yan find their backpacks under the bed in one room.

At first glance, the backpack was almost torn into rags, and there were scratches of different shades on the rags. These damage and cut marks were cut out purely by sharp blades.

The material of Song Yan's backpack is very good. It was custom-made by Mu Xiu. It is waterproof and fireproof, and has a certain defense against evil. The most important thing is that Song Yan carries it almost every time he goes out. Be very careful.

Song Yan liked this gift very much, and planned to use it for as long as possible, ten years, twenty years, or even longer.

But now the backpack has been completely destroyed, and the engraved pattern is gone, which shows how out of control the person was when he vented his emotions through the backpack.

"It's you, right?"

After Mu Xiu finished speaking, his figure was already in front of Xu Mingjun. His hands pinched Xu Mingjun's neck and tightened slightly.

Xu Mingjun's complexion quickly turned red from pale, and he felt an undisguised murderous intent from his gaze on Shang Muxiu.

"No... but, it's just... one..."

It's just a backpack, not even the brand's logo, it's worthy of such anger, so angry that you want to kill him!

"Heh..." Mu Xiu sneered, and his strength increased again, Xu Mingjun was lifted up.

When Mu Xiu was so angry that he killed someone, Song Yan didn't bother to pull him away.

He squatted down, stroked the backpack gently, and then he took out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve pocket and covered it on the rags of the backpack.

In an instant, a flame burst out, and the entire backpack was ignited, and in less than three or five breaths, only a handful of black ash remained in the backpack.

Since it was destroyed, it must be destroyed. Song Yan didn't like his things falling into the hands of anyone other than Mu Xiu.

"How much money do you say, we will just pay..."

When Zhou Lu opened his mouth, Xu Mingjun was already rolling his eyes. If he didn't stop Xu Mingjun, Mu Xiu might really strangle him to death.

However, what responded to Zhou Lu was that Mu Xiu's hand was even stronger.

But Xu Mingjun, who lost his sense of pain, could only feel the threat of suffocation and death, but no pain. His limbs twitched and struggled slightly, but his expression was not much different from that before Mu Xiu continued to tighten.

Zhou Lu squeezed the wooden box a little harder, and he looked at Song Yan who looked almost exactly like Xu Mingjun.

"Song Yan? Are you just watching Ming Jun die in front of your eyes? At the hands of your people?"

Song Yan got up, glanced at Zhou Lu, and walked towards Mu Xiu whose breath was extremely unstable. He gently held Mu Xiu's wrist, and without much force, he pulled Mu Xiu's hand from Xu Mingjun's neck, came back.

Song Yan held Mu Xiu's hand with both hands and placed it on his chest. He closed his eyes for a moment, and the aura that belonged to Xu Mingjun on Mu Xiu's hand completely dissipated.

"You can give me a better one when you get home," Song Yan said, letting go of Mu Xiu's hand, and then raised his hand to caress Mu Xiu's face.

"Well," Mu Xiu reluctantly nodded, his anger didn't want to flare up against Song Yan.

Song Yan stroked Mu Xiu's hair again, and whispered another comforting word, "Good boy."

Seeing that Mu Xiu's expression had completely calmed down, Song Yan looked sideways at Xu Mingjun, whose face was as pale as a ghost, whose fear had not dissipated, "I won't kill you, it's not because I can't, and it's not because I don't dare, but because I don't want to dirty Mu Xiu. Repair hands."

A mere Xu Mingjun is not worthy of letting Mu Xiu do it himself.

"After something is touched by you, I shouldn't force it anymore."

How can it be possible for others to cherish the things he cherishes as much as he does.

What's more, he chose Muxiu and gave up them at that time, so he should be responsible for his original choice.

As Song Yan said, he turned around slowly and looked away from Xu Mingjun's face.

But his indifference and calmness stimulated Xu Mingjun more than Mu Xiu's murderous intent.

He remembered the intense resentment that erupted in his heart after bloodletting Zhou Lu again that day, and after he regained his sanity a little, he destroyed Song Yan's backpack.

Song Yan turned and walked towards Zhou Lu, the long box was lifted up, and Zhou Lu also handed out the wooden box containing the ghost whip.

They each grabbed a corner of the box, at this time Song Yan frowned slightly, he let go of the long box with his right hand, and before Zhou Lu could react, he slapped the long box hard again, and several seals of his fingertips fell down.

Song Yan, who was rarely angry, was really angry at this moment.

"Zhou Lu, as much as you destroy my ghost whip, I will destroy the short sword as much."

He doesn't take advantage of others, and others shouldn't try to take advantage of him.

The degree of damage to the ghost whip is naturally not comparable to that of the backpack, but soaked in Xu Mingjun's blood, combined with Zhou Lu's rough techniques, it has already been destroyed to four or five times, so it is completely worthless when he uses a good dagger to exchange for it. up.

"You!" The anger on Zhou Lu's face gradually rose, but he couldn't speak out confidently when he refuted Song Yan's words.

Everyone here didn't have the consciousness to return the things they picked up, and they didn't expect Song Yan and Mu Xiu to come back with his dagger to exchange, Xu Mingjun destroyed the backpack, and he destroyed the ghost whip.

Song Yan, who was angry and restrained, naturally couldn't return the intact dagger to him.In such a situation, it is impossible to replace any one of the seven of them.

"Let's go," Song Yan looked cold, but when he tilted his head to talk to Mu Xiu, he calmed down a little.

He took Mu Xiu's hand again, and slowly tightened it.

Walking out of this room, by the door, Song Yan pulled Mu Xiu to a stop, took a clay pot from Han Ying's hand, tore off the sealing paper, and handed the pot to Mu Xiu, "Drink it all."

"Well," Mu Xiu nodded, and then drank all the moon liquid in a jar in front of everyone.

"Moon ointment..." Han Ying's eyes were about to pop out. He had studied the clay pot for so long, and it contained a gram of moon ointment!Even their warlock family is an extremely rare treasure.

But Song Yan actually made Mu Xiu drink up such a precious thing.

The jar fell and fell into pieces, and the talisman paper pasted on other jars and bags exploded at some point. They didn't want these things, but it was still impossible to leave them to people like Zhou Lu.

After Song Yan and Mu Xiu went downstairs, they walked out of the hotel.

After another 10 minutes, the seven people from Zhou Lu were directly kicked out of the hotel, and then all the hotels and hotels under the name of Xicheng Ghost King did not accept these seven people to stay.

It was getting dark, even Zhou Lu was trembling with anger.

The other five didn't dare to complain about Zhou Lu's sloppyness, but they were less polite to Xu Mingjun.

Neither Zheng Jue nor Han Ying expected that Xu Mingjun would naively vent to a backpack. Of course, they also did not expect that Song Yan and Mu Xiu had such great energy in Twilight City.

Before it was completely dark, these seven people got the help of fellow magicians and squeezed into an old house like a slum. Seven people squeezed into two rooms, which was worse than the small hotel in Mingyue Town.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu returned to Xinmu Mansion on the outskirts of the city early, and many ghosts and people who sent invitations were waiting at the door.This also shows that these ghost kings and living forces approve of Song Yan and Mu Xiu's entry into Twilight City.

After dismissing these people and ghosts, Song Yan and Mu Xiu closed the door, and they walked back to Minghua House.

Song Yan took out the ghost whip and pondered carefully, wondering if there was any way to recover.

Mu Xiu followed him and sat down. He looked at the whip for a while, and couldn't help but burn up his anger again. He wrapped his arms around Song Yan's waist, leaned on Song Yan's shoulder, and said in a low and helpless tone, "Isn't Yan Yan angry? "

"Angry, but it's not worth your effort," Song Yan nodded, how could he not be angry.

But after getting angry, he thought more about how to deal with the situation at that time. For a backpack, Mu Xiu killed Xu Mingjun in full view, which was inappropriate.

They still have to return to the real society, which will bring him and Mu Xiu a lot of trouble. After thinking about it, Song Yan thought it was not worth it.

"He's already ruined," Song Yan calmly explained a fact that Xu Mingjun didn't know himself.

Xu Mingjun has been in poor health since he was a child, and now he looks like an ordinary person. One is because he was replaced with a highly matching kidney when he was young, and the other is that he has a spiritual formation planted by an expert in his body.

If Xu Mingjun lives in peace, and with time, the kidney that does not belong to him will be completely assimilated into a part of his body, and he will live to old age and die without any problem.

But Xu Mingjun came to Twilight City and gave Honggu a part of his soul. The balance of the spiritual formation in his body was broken, and the kidneys that could have kept him alive would use the spiritual formation to eat back his vitality.

His loss of emotional control is also an external manifestation of the imbalance of the spirit array.

In other words, Xu Mingjun was not far from death, so why dirty Mu Xiu's hands.

"He's jealous of Yan Yan."

Mu Xiu is extremely sensitive in emotional perception. He saw the strong jealousy and anger under Xu Mingjun's twisted soul, but there was one thing Mu Xiu didn't understand, "What is he jealous about?"

Two children born to compatriots have very different fates.

One was cared for and grew up in the palm of his hand, and the other suffered unimaginable hardships for ordinary people in the world. Now these two children meet and get all the kindness of the child, but they are jealous of the child who survived by himself.

"I don't know..." Song Yan also couldn't figure it out, he put the whip aside and hugged Mu Xiu back.

After a while, Song Yan said softly, "If it weren't for you, I would probably be jealous of him too."

Probably... Song Yan didn't think carefully about the fact that he didn't meet Mu Xiu. He hoped from the bottom of his heart that he could meet Mu Xiu and love each other like this.

"Yan Yan won't," Mu Xiu gently lifted Song Yan's chin, their eyes met, and he denied Song Yan's statement.

Song Yan is the kind of person who is not born with jealousy. He will only work harder than others and achieve his goals more steadfastly.And Xu Mingjun, who grew up in a greenhouse, is not worthy of making Song Yan jealous.

Even with or without him, Song Yan would be bright enough to overshadow those so-called genius children.

From this point of view, Xu Mingjun's jealousy is just the beginning.

Song Yan rolled his eyes when he heard this, Mu Xiu moved closer, and they kissed lightly.

Those about Xu Mingjun were completely put away from their hearts after the kiss.As Song Yan said, it's not worth it.

Song Yan urged Mu Xiu to meditate well to absorb the moon liquid, while he continued to think about ways to restore the ghost whip.

In the suburbs of Twilight City, howling noises at night are far away from the Minghua house. The longer the better, the Minghua bushes can isolate these movements to a certain extent. The shimmering light of Minghua is not dazzling, but it is enough to illuminate.

A small bowl was placed on the window sill, and Song Yan drew some blood from the ghost whip from time to time throughout the night, but a little part was still absorbed by the ghost whip, and the hexagonal symbol on the handle of the whip was obviously darker than before.

In the early morning, Song Yan took the whip to the small pond of Heishui and threw the whip into the pond.

Dozens of talisman papers with different functions were sealed around the pond, and after taking them out after seven days, his ghost whip could recover to [-]% to [-]%, which was barely enough for Twilight City.

Song Yan continued to stand by the small pond for a while, then turned around to prepare breakfast for himself and Mu Xiu.

"Yan Yan didn't sleep all night?"

Song Yancai brought two bowls of sweet water to the table, and wrapped Mu Xiu's arm in front of his lower abdomen.

Song Yan continued to put it away, he turned to look at Mu Xiu, last night Mu Xiu also absorbed [-]% to [-]% of the moon liquid, his eyes were clear, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his complexion was quite good.

"Let's eat," Song Yan held Mu Xiu's hand, and was about to pull it away when he was pushed back.

"No," Mu Xiu denied, already being bullied, he took Song Yan to lean against the table, and first exchanged a long morning kiss.

After kissing enough, Mu Xiu sat down peacefully, with his usual cute expression, facing Song Yan whose ears were slightly red.

Not long after eating, Ye Yi sent several large packages, Song Yan was too lazy to stare at Mu Xiu.

He came over and took the letter from Mu Xiu, it was a letter sent by Mu Sheng from the secret alliance.

Mu Sheng and others who also arrived in Mingyue Town have already helped to repay the foreign debt owed to Honggu.This time Song Yan really wronged Mu Xiu.They asked Hong Gu to bring these things to Song Yan and Mu Xiu by the way.

At the same time, I asked Mu Xiu and Song Yan for their opinions, whether it was necessary for their dark alliance members to also enter Twilight City.

"What did Yan Yan say?" Mu Xiu asked Song Yan for his opinion.

Song Yan thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't need it for the time being. It's not in line with common sense that the news of the forbidden technique spread so quickly and widely."

Or maybe this is a conspiracy at all, he and Mu Xiu are already in Twilight City, and there is no need for other members of the Dark Alliance to come in for the time being.

Mu Xiu smiled lightly, nodded again, and then a butterfly beside them flew out of the main hall.

"Let's not wade into this water for now, and just wait and see what happens."

As Mu Xiu said, he also picked up a package and handed it to Song Yan, with an expectant expression, "Open it and have a look."

What Mu Sheng brought was what Mu Xiu asked Hong Gu to bring to him a few days ago, and it was also specially for Song Yan.

"Intermediate ghost weapon..." A silver and white ghost weapon rattle, a semi-elliptical rattle made of 27 small bells, is newly built, with extremely exquisite craftsmanship, complicated and gorgeous pattern, it is the middle-level ghost weapon rattle of the best.

His ghost whip and Zhou Lu's short sword are both elementary ghost weapons, which are a level above, and their power and value are incomparable.

"I wanted to keep it as a 21st birthday present for Yan Yan... Do you like it?"

As Mu Xiu asked, he also looked carefully at Song Yan's expression.

He drew the blueprints for making the rattles himself, picked every material he used, and carved the patterns on the rattles himself, and he secretly started preparing them at the beginning of this year.

Song Yan held the handle of the rattle, it was neither too long nor too short, he tilted his head to look at Mu Xiu, and nodded slightly, "I like it."

After saying that, Song Yan leaned over and kissed Mu Xiu, they retreated step by step to the wall of the main hall, he hugged Mu Xiu and kissed for a long time.

Mu Xiu could feel Song Yan's happiness, a lot of happiness, so he was also happy.