Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

The lingering kiss lasted for a long, long time, Song Yan and Mu Xiu continued to embrace each other, restraining the sudden burst of desire for a while, and then sat down a little.

People have endless desires, and Song Yan still feels that he can't always spend his time on such things.

Song Yan gently rubbed Mu Xiu's hair, and moved a little further away. After making sure that Mu Xiu recovered slightly, he moved back and let Mu Xiu continue to rest on his shoulder.

Mu Xiu's mood is naturally very good, he tilts his head and rubs against Song Yan from time to time, his brows and eyes are curved, even these boring ledgers become cute in his eyes.

After continuing to flip through for a while, Mu Xiu couldn't help asking, "Why did Yan Yan make such a sudden decision?"

It was so sudden, he was not prepared at all, and he almost couldn't speak well.

"Suddenly..." Song Yan pondered, but he didn't feel sudden.

He had this idea at the beginning, because he didn't want Mu Xiu to be restricted in his actions in Twilight City. The best status internally and externally was for him to establish a relationship with Mu Xiu, so that Mu Xiu was another master of Twilight City.

But after this idea surfaced, it was quickly replaced by the joy and expectation of marrying Mu Xiu, which also made him firmer in his idea of ​​proposing to Mu Xiu.

And these words probably wouldn't be demanded by Mu Xiu from his standpoint, so if he spoke up, it wasn't an unavoidable idea.

"Mo Xiu, I won't regret it, and you shouldn't regret it either, okay?"

In fact, if he is more decisive, he should marry Mu Xiu within this year, but he is not the kind of person who only cares about the immediate future. If he wants to have a longer future with Mu Xiu, he has to plan carefully for his promise.

Three years is a bit longer, but it is still necessary.

He must truly have the ability to protect and protect Mu Xiu, so that he is qualified to stand beside Mu Xiu regardless of any gaze.

"Okay..." Mu Xiu replied in a low voice, and was once again completely moved.

And this feeling didn't dissipate after he was moved, but became more and more intense, like strong wine that had been sealed for hundreds of years, and it became fragrant after a long time.

Song Yan was very satisfied with Mu Xiu's reply, he took a look at Mu Xiu's sweet and happy face, and turned over the paper in his hand.

Until it was completely dark in an instant, Song Yan and Mu Xiu were reading books in the library, and Ye Yi and the others also returned to their orders before dark, and then left the stone castle.

In the night, Song Yan held an oil lamp in his left hand and Mu Xiu in his right hand, and they walked towards the central castle.

He and Muxiu chose the south-facing room on the seventh floor for the room in Stone Fort. There was a small balcony in the room, and the view of the east and west cities was very good.

The oil lamp was placed on the stone table, and the light gradually illuminated most of the room.

Song Yan dragged Mu Xiu to the bed, and they lay down together, ready to fall asleep.

Changing places suddenly, not to mention Song Yan is not used to it, even Mu Xiu is not so used to it.

The dead butterfly resting on Mu Xiu's shoulder flew up and landed outside the mosquito net on the bed, emitting a little glimmer of light, so that it felt a little like being in a house of flowers in the suburbs of the city.

"Go to sleep, I asked Mu Sheng to buy some things, and they will be delivered in a few days."

Mu Xiu whispered, and pulled Song Yan into his arms, and covered Song Yan's ears with his hands skillfully. He hummed softly to help Song Yan fall asleep.

As for himself still immersed in the surprise and touch of being proposed, he probably couldn't fall asleep.

"Hmm..." Song Yan responded lightly, getting very close to Mu Xiu, wrapping his hands around Mu Xiu's waist, listening to Mu Xiu's soul song seriously, so joyful and beautiful.

Song Yan fell into a deep sleep amidst the singing, and Mu Xiu, who thought he couldn't fall asleep, fell asleep after closing his eyes after watching Song Yan's sleeping face for a while.

Various strange winds were still howling outside the stone castle, but inside the stone castle was so quiet that there was not even a little wind.

"Howl...boom!"

A mournful howl disappeared completely with a loud bang, and the sleeping Song Yan and Mu Xiu woke up at the same time.

They got up and walked to the window, the absolute darkness of the night had been replaced by the gloomy sky, the darkness had faded away, but the danger at night in Twilight City seemed more dangerous than before.

"I'm afraid one day's sacrifice is not enough, at least seven days are needed."

Song Yan whispered, his face a little dignified, and the city of Twilight must not be broken at the moment, otherwise not only the living people and ghosts in the east and west cities will die and disappear, but the outside world connected to Mingyue Cave will also be affected.

"It's just Yan Yan who has to work hard."

Mu Xiu nodded in agreement with Song Yan's judgment, the abducted old man died simply, so he pushed these broken corners to his family Yan Yan.

They went downstairs to have something to eat, and they rang the old clock again. Ye Yi and the others all came over, and continued to work according to Song Yan and Mu Xiu's instructions.

At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, Song Yan walked up to the ten-meter-high platform at the south gate of the Stone Fort wearing a thousand household clothes.

This is also the venue chosen for the stone castle sacrifices in the past. Except for the four suspension bridges beside the high platform, the platform is surrounded by black water on all sides. The water surface is nearly [-] meters wide, which can be regarded as a small lake.

The sacrificial table on the high platform was already set up, Song Yan took out three incense sticks and lit them, he turned his head to look at the balcony of the room on the seventh floor of the Central Fort, and Mu Xiu's eyes did not leave Song Yan for a moment.

Gently nodding his head, the ringing bell rang, and Song Yan began his seven-day city-wide sacrifice.

At first, except for Ye Yi and the others who were in charge of the guards, there were no other living people or ghosts around the high platform to watch. By the afternoon of this day, the survivors who vaguely heard the soul chapter came first, and then the other people in Xicheng who had been ordered by Qiuwei. Ghosts.

Song Yan didn't just perform sacrificial dances, there were incomplete "Crossing the Dead" and "Song of the Soul" interspersed in it. As for the complete "Crossing the Dead" it wasn't suitable to be displayed, and there was no such need.

There is no way to escape in Twilight City, but the incomplete "Book of Crossing the Dead" makes these ghosts more comfortable.

The sacrifice stopped an hour before the dark day. That night, living people and ghosts with a little more sensitive sense will find that the movement in Twilight City is a little less, but overall it is still very scary, and there will be violent collisions from time to time. The sound of the door appeared.

Then the sacrificial ceremony continued, and the strange wind noise in Twilight City continued to decrease every night, but it was only trying to restore the appearance before the incident, completely suppressing these evils, and Song Yan was still unable to do so.

On the seventh day, the style of Song Yan's sacrificial dance changed, and around noon, dark clouds enveloped the eastern and western cities and suburbs.

"It's raining..."

A living old man who has lived in Twilight City for more than ten years is extremely surprised. He has come to Twilight City for so long and has never seen rain in Twilight City, let alone such a dense drizzle.

"Ding ding ding..." The mid-level ghost weapon rattle in Song Yan's hand continued to shake. Relying on the continuous foreshadowing of the previous six days, he roughly succeeded in using the "Rain Prayer Technique".

He wants to take advantage of this rain to completely wash away the aura that will continue to encourage the advent of evil in Twilight City.

At the same time, Ye Yi and the others tirelessly sowed the seeds of Minghua for six days, and some of them sprouted in the drizzle.

The underworld butterflies from the old ruined temple on the outskirts of the city flew halfway across the city to Song Yan's body, and then followed Song Yan's order to fly around Twilight City.

"I, Song Yan, the city lord of Twilight City, pray for blessings for the city, the city walls will be forever, and evil is hard to invade."

After Song Yan finished speaking, he bowed to the surrounding sky, and then a strange feeling radiated from this sacrificial platform to the surroundings of Twilight City. Those mottled old walls seemed to be shrouded in a layer of wish power, and they were indeed a little stronger. .

"I, Song Yan, the lord of Twilight City, pray for people to be healthy and free from disasters and diseases."

After saying that, Song Yan bowed to the surrounding sky again, the dense drizzle still fell from the sky, and many living residents of Twilight City raised their heads with numb faces, and the drizzle fell on their faces and bodies, inexplicably feeling a little relieved.

So far, Song Yan's blessing has not been completed. Half of the Dawn City are living people, and the other half are ghosts. They are also residents of Dawn City.

"I, Song Yan, the lord of Twilight City, pray for the ghosts. The ghosts will last forever, and their souls will not disperse."

Song Yan bowed four more times, turned around to look at Mu Xiu on the balcony, and bowed slowly again.

Mu Xiu looked at it with a gentle expression and couldn't hide his pride, proud of Song Yan.

Song Yan's blessings were spread to everyone and ghosts, and the effectiveness was already very low, but after the catastrophe, this little effect was able to gather their hearts and thoughts again.

With the effect of blessing the mind, these residents can be helped to tide over this difficulty and regroup the hope of survival.

At this moment, someone suddenly knelt down on one knee in Song Yan's direction, "Greetings, Lord City Master."

"Meet the Lord City Lord..."

The sparse sound of worship continued, followed by another sound of worship that almost shook the whole city.

"Meet the Lord of the City!"

Song Yan returned the salute, bowed, and then turned around and walked towards the suspension bridge connecting the stone castle tower to the high platform. The sacrifice lasted for seven days, and with such a large-scale blessing, his physical and spiritual strength had been exhausted to the limit.

Song Yan walked back to the tower of the Stone Fortress, and Mu Xiu, who came by an unusual way, held Song Yan's waist with both hands, and hugged him in his arms.

"Yanyan rest, leave it to me." Mu Xiu whispered, with a little distress in his tone.

"Yeah," Song Yan slowly closed his eyes, and lightly replied, leaning on Mu Xiu's shoulder, he was already so tired that he fell asleep.

The living people and ghosts under the high platform did not disperse for a long time. This rain not only washed away the filthy atmosphere that had been lingering in Twilight City for a long time, but also washed away the dust in their hearts covered by years and suffering.

They have not been completely abandoned, they have the city lord again, and they have obtained the first blessing in their lives.

"Young Master Zhou, Han Ying, let's go."

The crowd followed Zheng Jue, who had been watching for seven days, and called Zhou Lu. Only four of the seven of them survived. He and Han Ying survived with the life-saving treasures given by the elders in the family. Save it.

In the early morning of the next day, Xu Mingjun crawled back from the pile of corpses by himself. Zheng Jue and others didn't know how he survived.

As for Lin Yongfang and Zhao Pang who were traveling together, they couldn't even find their bodies, and even the fellow warlocks who had provided them with accommodation did not survive.

Their actions this time can be described as a disastrous defeat, and their confidence in the path of warlocks was also hit.

"Cheated...we were designed!"

Zhou Lu gritted his teeth and said, his numb expression became a little vivid, but he gradually endured it.

He turned his head to look at Xu Mingjun, who looked more numb and pale than him, stayed on that face for a while, and then moved away again.

"Twilight City...Song Yan, we will meet again!"

Zhou Lu also has his pride as a genius, this blow is not enough to make him slump, Twilight City is Song Yan and Mu Xiu's territory, and the capital where we will meet again next time will be his territory, when the time comes...

Zhou Lu walked towards the east city gate, the entrance and exit of the passage of living people was near the gate.

In the seven or eight days before and after Song Yan's sacrifice, the surviving warlocks left one after another, and the reappearance of the strange wind at night caused extremely terrible mental torture to them. Leaving Twilight City was the strongest thought in their hearts.

Xu Mingjun followed Zhou Lu's footsteps, and when he was about to completely walk out of the surrounding area of ​​the central castle, he looked back, a little strange flush appeared on his face, and then faded away.

But then, he took three steps, "Wow" spit out a mouthful of blood, he covered his mouth, and blood overflowed one after another.

Zheng Jue turned his head and frowned slightly. He turned around and grabbed Xu Mingjun's arm, and led him away. As for Zhou Lu and Han Ying, they didn't even look back.

When Zhou Lu looked at Xu Mingjun before, he was not looking at him, but at Song Yan through Xu Mingjun's face.

After this experience, they survived, and they will grow up to some extent, such as Zhou Lu, who is more iron-blooded, and more ruthless and ruthless.

Song Yan slept for three days and three nights before waking up, his eyelashes trembling slightly, before he opened his eyes, he tasted a little sweet water in his mouth, when he fell asleep, Mu Xiu fed him Wu Fang sweet water.

He opened his eyes a little, but first met Mu Xiu's eyes that were close at hand.

Mu Xiu impatiently used the spoon again, took a sip of Wu Fang's sweet water, and gave it to Song Yandu directly with his lips.

The sweet taste was passed between each other's mouths. While Mu Xiu fed Song Yan with water, he also tasted it in Song Yan's mouth, so as to understand how much he missed Song Yan these days.

"Yan Yan woke up, you have been sleeping for three days..."

Mu Xiu's tone was full of distress, he continued to peck Song Yan's lips a few times, and then pressed Song Yan's shoulders to help him into his arms.

Song Yan licked the remaining taste on his lips, leaned into Mu Xiu's arms, and asked for something.

"Moxiu, I want to take a bath."

The sticky feeling on the body is not obvious, but after three days of sleep, the head still feels a little groggy, and it will be fine after taking a bath.

"Yan Yan wait, I'll put the water in."

As Mu Xiu said, he lowered his head and kissed Song Yan's lips a few times before he was willing to let go and go to the bathroom to fill water and add herbs.

Song Yan looked around. Under Mu Xiu's care, their room was completely different from when they first moved in. There were more wardrobes, desks, bookshelves, sofas, etc., and there were a bunch of white flowers on the bedside and the window sill. bottle.

Song Yan walked down to the window and looked around the stone castle, a sea of ​​white flowers.

It's only been three days since the sacrifice, yet they have grown so well.

After putting the water away, Mu Xiu came over and hugged Song Yan around his waist, "I'll let Ye Yi and the others form a shift, and I'll leave the care of these flowers and plants to them."

The closer the ghost flowers were to the sacrificial platform that day, the better they bloomed. Naturally, there were a lot of ghost flowers blooming inside the stone castle, which also attracted many ghost butterflies to stay.

In this way, raising flowers and butterflies is a big project, and it is appropriate to hand it over to people like Ye Yi. By the way, this can also become the main project of Twilight City's external business in the future, selling flowers, and various by-products produced by Minghua, Minghua Ghost food, and ghost flower wine, etc.

"Well," Song Yan nodded lightly, he turned around and leaned on Mu Xiu's shoulder, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "You take me to wash?"

When Mu Xiu heard that his Adam's apple was rolling slightly, he nodded, "Yeah."