Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan and Mu Xiu still have too little information about the various evils in Twilight City, so they can't worry about anything at the moment.

After continuing to stare at each other for a while, Song Yan took out the mobile phone that had been put aside for a long time, and dialed the number of the taxi driver who came to Mingyue Town.

"Yes, at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, two people..."

After explaining to the driver, Song Yan put down his phone, rubbed Mu Xiu's hair, and his expression softened immediately.

"The bulky luggage will be sent directly back to Ninetowns. Let's pack up some things and go to Qiuyun City and then go home according to the original plan."

"Well," Mu Xiu nodded, and put away the thoughtful expression on his face.

He didn't blindly help Song Yan to cause trouble, he just hugged Song Yan behind his waist, wherever Song Yan went, he would follow him, even more clingy than before.

Song Yan was basically used to it. In less than an hour, he sorted out a box and a carry-on luggage among four or five boxes of large luggage.

After finishing all these, Song Yan and Mu Xiu nestled in the rocking chair near the window in the room, cuddling each other. Song Yan, who hadn't slept all night, leaned in Mu Xiu's arms to catch up on sleep. When the driver arrived, the hotel owner knocked on the door.

With two "knock knocks", the hotel owner turned around and went downstairs. After another 5 minutes, Song Yan came downstairs with Mu Xiu in one hand and luggage in the other.

"There will be a period later."

Song Yan bid farewell to the hotel owner, nodded lightly, and he and Mu Xiu walked out of the small hotel and got into the car without her answering.

The taxi driver, who had a vague impression of Song Yan and Mu Xiu, still enthusiastically got out of the car to help carry the luggage.

After sitting in the back seat, Song Yan glanced at Mu Xiu's fastened seat belt, then nodded slightly to the driver's gaze in the rearview mirror, "Drive more steadily."

"Okay, I often run this road..."

The taxi driver has not changed from the past, and the words he said have basically remained the same. From talking about the road conditions to his exclamations about Mingyue Town, after he continued to get no response, he stopped talking boringly.

And Song Yan still leaned sideways on Mu Xiu's shoulder to catch up on sleep, their fingers intertwined and tightened slightly, Song Yan slept soundly.

Mu Xiu patted Song Yan's shoulder from time to time, rubbed his hair, and occasionally had a little thought in his eyes, but quickly put them away.

He was very concerned about the evil spirits that came to Song Yan, or rather, he was quite vigilant.

Of course, those things are also very vigilant against him, otherwise he and Song Yan have been in Twilight City for so long, they would not have picked him up during the period when Song Yan was completely sealed.

After arriving in the coastal metropolis from Mingyue Town, Song Yan and Mu Xiu went straight to the airport, picked up the tickets they had bought in advance, completed the formalities, and flew for another four or five hours. They arrived at the hotel in Qiuyun City in the middle of the night.

It was more than three years ago that Song Yan and Mu Xiu stayed in the luxury hotel after leaving alone to run business, the best hotel in Qiuyun City.

"Moxiu, we're here."

Song Yan whispered in the ear of Mu Xiu, who was taking a nap, and then they got out of the car, went through the formalities, and checked in directly.

Even at this point, they were still not the only guests entering and leaving the hotel, and it was a coincidence that they were the ones who bumped into Song Yan by chance and recognized Song Yan.

"Xu...Xu Shao?" He blinked violently, his shock was even more exaggerated than three years ago, he slapped his forehead fiercely, and then continued to stare at Song Yan.

His reaction didn't change, but Song Yan obviously changed.

"My surname is not Xu, you've got the wrong person."

Song Yan told the facts in a flat tone. He took the room card, took the luggage and Mu Xiu went straight to the elevator, and he no longer had the panic that he almost couldn't hide three years ago, and he no longer wanted to run away.

Before the elevator door was completely closed, the man's eyes widened again. He saw Mu Xiu beside Song Yan, and he lowered his head and kissed Song Yan's lips, very intimately.

He, who had never heard of Xu Mingjun having a boyfriend, finally began to wonder if he had identified the wrong person.

"No, the eyes are different, and Xu Mingjun seems to be seriously ill again..."

In this way, it is even more impossible to appear in Qiuyun City, which is thousands of miles away, in such a perfect manner.

His whispers did not fall into the ears of Song Yan and Mu Xiu, but their control over the situation in the capital was also different from more than three years ago. They had already decided to go there next year, so why not make some preparations in advance.

Song Yan met Mu Xiu's smiling eyes, and continued to stand still, letting Mu Xiu kiss until the elevator door was fully opened.

As for the female ghosts in the elevator who were wandering around watching, let them completely ignore them.

"Yan Yan is so sweet."

Mu Xiu sighed softly, it's not easy to be too entangled in the elevator, and it seems endless aftertaste.

"You haven't slept much, let's stop making trouble today," Song Yan vetoed what Mu Xiu wanted to express.

Before Mu Xiu could continue acting coquettishly, he was dragged out of the elevator by Song Yan, and they had already arrived.

As for the female elevator ghost who wanted to routinely exert influence on the surrounding area, it didn't hinder Song Yan and Mu Xiu in any way.

Once out of the elevator, they were even less affected by her small domain.

"Does Yan Yan feel that she is a little familiar?"

Mu Xiu didn't need to turn around to confirm as he said that, he remembered people and ghosts, he seldom looked at appearances, he always remembered breaths.

Song Yan nodded lightly. This female ghost was the female companion who once again admitted to the wrong person downstairs. Only three years later, she had already died.

After entering the hotel room, Song Yan shook the rattle on his waist, and the gloom in many hotel rooms dissipated.

He and Muxiu took both cars and planes that day, so they didn't intend to dawdle too much, so they slept together after washing up.

The female ghost and the other ghosts in the hotel still wanted to come in through the door, but they couldn't do so when they hit the light of the sky, and then they reacted too slowly, so that they understood that unless Song Yan was willing, they couldn't get in.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Song Yan woke up first, and Mu Xiu beside him was still asleep.

"Mo Xiu, it's time for us to get up."

Song Yan came out after washing up, pushed Mu Xiu, counting the time, Mu Xiu had slept quite a bit.

Hearing this, Mu Xiu held Song Yan's arm and pulled him back to the bed, and rolled in a half circle.

"Holding Yan Yan is so comfortable..."

While Mu Xiu was talking, his eyes were still closed, but he rubbed against Song Yan's cheek and neck.

Song Yan couldn't laugh or cry, he rubbed Muxiu's hair, continued to rub and kiss for a while, and then sat up together with the mattress propped up, "Get up, let's eat something, and then go to Lingjue Temple."

"En," Mu Xiu responded, opened his eyes slightly, and continued to lean closer to Song Yan's lips, kissing and kissing again and again.

Song Yan came out of the bathroom and called a ghost king who usually sleeps in lately. Up to now, even though he had no desires and no desires at first, he has developed an idea now.

He gently pinched Mu Xiu's chin, and slowly deepened the kiss.

The gentle and slightly scorching kiss completely awakened Mu Xiu's drowsiness. He squinted at Song Yan kissing him gently and earnestly, his eyes were bent, and he was in a great mood.

After the kiss that lasted more than ten minutes ended, Song Yan slowly opened his eyes and leaned on Mu Xiu's shoulder, adjusting his more chaotic and hotter breathing.

"Is it sweet?" Mu Xiu asked in a low voice.

"Sweet," Song Yan replied truthfully. Muxiu, who has been drinking honey water for a long time, has a sweet taste in his mouth, but what is even sweeter is the feeling when they kissed. It touches the heart, is real and sweet, and makes people addicted.

Song Yan went down to the ground and dragged Mu Xiu to the bathroom. After 10 minutes, they changed their clothes and left the room and left the hotel. They took a taxi directly to the foot of Lingjue Temple in the suburbs.

In the late autumn of November, maple red leaves spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Lingjue Temple is located on the mountainside. The red and gold decorations perfectly fit the scenery. This time is the most beautiful and lively time for Lingjue Temple.

The road leading to Lingjue Temple is full of pilgrims, men, women and children.

Song Yan led Mu Xiu to walk among the pedestrians. They were generally taller than the crowd, and two young and good-looking men were holding hands, which was very eye-catching.

"Wait," Mu Xiu gently pulled Song Yan to a stop, Song Yan stopped and turned his head to look.

Mu Xiu smiled lightly, raised his hand and picked up the fallen leaves from Song Yanhou's collar and threw them away, "Let's go."

"Okay," Song Yan nodded, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his mood was inexplicably better.

Most of the people around them looked at them differently, maybe they still didn't agree with them, but it was hard to feel that kind of disgust.

After arriving at Lingjue Temple, Song Yan and Mu Xiu were not in a hurry to find the old abbot and the young monk. They would just like ordinary tourists, offering incense and worshiping Buddha, and then strolling around the temple.

Walking around, I met acquaintances again.

By the way, Qiuyun City is not small, Song Yan and Mu Xiu have been here for less than a day, and they met two groups of acquaintances before and after.

"Mr. Xiao Song, long time no see, um, I've grown taller..."

Yao Hui's eyes scanned Song Yan's face carefully, and he came over to say hello with a smile. There was an old woman, a boy of three or four years old, and several people who were younger than him. Accompanied by men and women.

In Yao Hui's words, there was another sentence that he didn't say directly. The change in Song Yan was not only that he had grown taller, but also so bright that he hardly dared to recognize him.

"Who is this?" Yao Hui's eyes fell on Mu Xiu who was beside Song Yan.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu didn't hold hands again after arriving at the temple, but they felt like more than ordinary friends.

"His name is Mu Xiu, and he is my... fiance."

Song Yan told frankly that before he was about to say the word boyfriend, he remembered his agreement with Mu Xiu, and perhaps the word fiance would be more suitable to describe his relationship with Mu Xiu.

A strange look flashed across Yao Hui's eyes, and he quickly restrained himself, "Are you also here to offer incense?"

"Well, if necessary, I will stay for two days."

Song Yan nodded, he met Yao Hui's gaze, and told Yao Hui directly without Yao Hui speaking again.

"she is not here."

"Well," Yao Hui nodded lightly, as if he was relieved, but also as if he was regretful.

While they were talking, the old lady walked over leading the boy.

The boy was white and cute, hugged Yao Hui's thigh, and softly called, "Uncle, give me a hug."

Hearing this, Yao Hui picked up the boy with one hand and fondled the boy's hair. He then looked at Song Yan and introduced, "His name is Yao Zheng. I asked the old abbot to give him his name."

Song Yan glanced at the boy who was also looking at him curiously, nodded slightly, and after a few more pleasantries, they separated from Yao Hui and the others.

Walking to a relatively secluded place, Song Yan and Mu Xiu held hands again.

"Why did Yan Yan lie to him?" Mu Xiu asked with a low smile.

He seldom saw Song Yan cheating, and in fact he couldn't call it cheating, but Song Yan's words easily made Yao Hui think that Yao Qing had already passed away naturally.

But judging from the little breath left by the boy, Yao Qing did not choose to leave after achieving her obsession. She turned into a guardian spirit-like existence, protecting the boy.

"The thing he really wants to ask has nothing to do with Yao Qing. I told him, and he should know that the problem is not with Yao Qing."

But even if Song Yan found something abnormal, he would not forcibly interfere until Yao Hui or other ghosts came to ask for help.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yan and Mu Xiu were in the temple room where they were resting, and saw the little ghost-eyed monk who hadn't seen him for three years and grew much taller.

The little monk and Song Yan looked at each other while talking, but their eyes would glance at Mu Xiu from time to time, a little confusion appeared in his expression, his spiritual sensitivity was higher than that of most aristocratic children.

"Is it appropriate for us to meet the old abbot?"

Song Yan asked the little monk again what he might not have heard if he was distracted. Similarly, neither he nor Mu Xiu would take the initiative to explain to the little monk.

"The master told me that you can come and see me anytime, please come with me."

The little monk stood up and bowed, leading the way, Song Yan and Mu Xiu followed, and they walked to a small Buddhist hall in the remotest part of the temple, where the old abbot, who was even older than three years ago, was meditating and chanting scriptures.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu stopped, and the young monk first entered the Buddhist hall and whispered to the old abbot, and then he came out to lead the way, "You two please."

"Thank you," Song Yan replied, put his hand down, took Mu Xiu's hand, and walked to the front a little faster.

"Mr. Xiao Song protects him as he did three years ago..."

The old abbot with white eyebrows and white beard opened his eyes, looked at Song Yan and Mu Xiu, and whispered a sigh.