Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan lowered his head and gently kissed Xiao Muxiu's hair. He slowed down, turned sideways, and put Xiao Muxiu back on the bed little by little.

Song Yan withdrew his hand, raised his eyes, and met the round eyes of little Muxiu who should have continued to sleep.

"I won't go, I'll sleep with you."

Song Yan whispered, and he also lay down, then stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Muxiu in his arms, pulled the quilt over, and continued to pat Xiao Muxiu's back, "I'll sing for you."

The low soul song sang again, and little Muxiu slowly closed his eyes in Song Yan's arms, and the timidity between his eyebrows also dissipated a little.

Sleepiness and suction came again, Song Yan felt something, he stopped his pat hands, and leaned closer to kiss Xiao Muxiu's forehead lightly.

"Don't be afraid, you will grow up healthy, when you grow up, we will see you again."

Hearing the words, Xiao Muxiu raised his head and opened his eyes. Song Yan's appearance was clearly printed in his mirror-like pupils.

Song Yan and Xiao Muxiu looked at each other, the scene in front of them became blurred again, and then became a little clear again.

Many vague figures moved around, mixed with a lot of inexplicable noise. After a while, it was quiet again, but suddenly the surrounding noises became sharp again.

"La la la, la la la..."

A song similar to the soul song came, it was the voice of a man with a slightly lower tone, a little sad, a little helpless, and a little decisive.

"Master Mu, think carefully...Young Master...will suffer."

"Lei Shi, Absolute Yin Netherland..."

"yin and yang……"

Song Yan tried his best to listen. These are most likely the scenes and dialogues recorded subconsciously by Mu Xiu before and after he was sealed.

"Go out, I will come in person."

"Xiu'er, your mother doesn't know about this, if you want to blame me, don't blame her."

Finally, after the continuous confusion and erratic, Song Yan heard a few complete words,

The scene in front of him was still trapped in the distorted light and shadow, but the baby on the stone table gradually became clear.

The baby's hands and feet were tied with red strings. He yelled "ah, ah" twice, but no one answered. At this moment, he slowly opened his eyes. On the one hand, his eyes were as dark as the night, and on the other hand, they were as bright as the sun.

In addition to the purity and thoroughness that Song Yan was familiar with, there was also a vitality that he had never seen before, which was inexplicably touching.

Song Yan approached, wanting to stretch out his hand to hug the smaller, more fragile and defenseless Mu Xiu, but before his hand touched the little Mu Xiu, a completely blurred figure hugged the little Mu Xiu first. gone.

Song Yan hurriedly followed, running wildly all the way, barely following the footsteps of the blurry figure, but along the way, there were still murmurs that the man couldn't hear clearly, and little Muxiu's immature expression of "ahah".

A passage that can't be finished after a long walk. It can be seen from a distance that at the end of the passage is a slowly falling stone gate, and the baby's voice, which was originally very clear, is gradually weakening until it disappears completely.

With a sound of "boom", the stone door was completely closed, and Song Yan, who was about to reach the end of the passage, had only a door and a vague figure passing through him with his tentacles.

Song Yan turned his head, and the vague figure looked back after taking three steps.

Song Yan suddenly had a very strange feeling, as if they had really penetrated time and space, and at this moment they were looking at each other.

The suction around Song Yan reappeared, and he slowly opened his hand to let himself be pulled into it.

At the bottom of the water, on the stone bed, Mu Xiu closed his eyes as if he was in a deep sleep, but the next moment, he slowly opened them.

Song Yan hugged him tightly, and also accompanied him to sleep with his eyes closed.

"Yan Yan," Mu Xiu called softly, as if for some reason Song Yan would lie with him at the bottom of the water.

Song Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he met Mu Xiu's eyes, opened his hands slightly, and immediately lifted his body up a bit, and stretched out his hand to Mu Xiu, with a firm tone, "Follow me Walk."

Mu Xiu heard the words without any hesitation, he put his hands in Song Yan's palms, embraced each other along the holding hands, and then slowly floated up.

The chains of Mu Xiu's limbs went up with them and continued to extend and follow them. When they were about to dive out of the water, a ray of skylight fell into the pool, and the figures of Song Yan and Mu Xiu disappeared immediately, and it was dawn.

At Hejiao's house, Song Yan got up from the bed, walked to the window, pulled the curtains, and went back to the bed to lie down.

"We continue to sleep."

"Okay," Mu Xiu nodded, and he reached out to pull Song Yan into his arms. Song Yan closed his eyes and continued to catch up on sleep, while he patted Song Yan's back, with a calm and slightly confused expression.

Song Yan didn't wake up until noon, and when he woke up, Mu Xiu was still obediently lying beside him.

To be precise, Mu Xiu watched Song Yan obsessively all morning.

Facing Song Yan's eyes, Mu Xiu's eyes quickly burned with a strong color, "Did Yan Yan sleep enough? Did you sleep well?"

"Well," Song Yan nodded, he moved closer and kissed Mu Xiu's lips, "Let's get up and get something to eat, and then continue to clean up."

"Okay," Mu Xiu nodded, but posted it again and exchanged a long and sweet wake-up kiss with Song Yan first.

"I dreamed of Yan Yan yesterday, and the Yan Yan in the dream was very nice."

Mu Xiu squatted next to the suitcase, and talked to Song Yan about his dream that he couldn't be sure whether it was real or not all morning.

Based on his age, it was impossible for him to meet Song Yan in the long past, but Song Yan suddenly appeared in his memory.

"What's the matter?" Song Yan raised his eyes to look at Mu Xiu, and continued to take out a bag of dried Ming flowers from the suitcase.

"Yan Yan coaxed me to sleep, and I slept very well in my dream..."

Song Yan put Ming Huagan on the sofa beside him, raised his hand to rub Mu Xiu's hair, and then stroked Mu Xiu's cheek, "It's not a dream... I'm glad to see your past It looks so cute."

No matter when he was a teenager, when he was young, or when he was younger, Mu Xiu was special in his eyes.

Mu Xiu's cheeks blushed inexplicably, and he tilted his head to rub against Song Yan's palm, feeling uneasy and inexplicably happy.

He was not strong enough in the past, and he was a little worried when he showed such a side in front of Song Yan, but he couldn't help but feel happy for Song Yan's reaction.

Looking at Mu Xiu's blushing cheeks, Song Yan couldn't help but bend his mouth, he leaned out a little, and kissed Mu Xiu's cheek, "It's cute now."

Song Yan, who is more enthusiastic and direct, surprised and delighted Mu Xiu.

The light red on Mu Xiu's cheek turned crimson, and he turned to the other cheek again, with obvious intentions, Song Yan smiled and kissed again.

Then the arrangement of packing up the house and luggage this afternoon turned into frequent and continuous kissing interactions.

In the evening, Song Yan took some dry goods and led a happy-looking ghost king to visit the neighbor Huang Po's house.

But the first thing that greeted them was the terrified cry of the big rooster Xiaohong who was strolling by the door. His wings fluttered all the way under the bed in Huang Po's bedroom, and there was no more movement.

Neither Huang Po, Song Yan, nor Mu Xiu were surprised or uncomfortable about this. One day Xiaohong would not be afraid of Song Yan, that would be a miracle.

Huang Po walked out of the house, turned on the lights in the yard, and put a fruit plate on the wooden table in the yard.

"Sit down, the oranges are picked in the backyard in the morning, they are quite sweet."

Song Yan and Mu Xiu sat down, Mu Xiu took an orange and peeled it, twisted a petal, he smelled it and brought it to Song Yan's mouth.

Song Yan looked down at Mu Xiu's hand and the orange, and he opened his mouth to eat the orange.

"Sweet?" Mu Xiu asked.

"Well," Song Yan nodded, he stretched out his hand to take the orange in Mu Xiu's hand, split it in half, and brought it to Mu Xiu's lips, "That's all, you can't eat more."

What Mu Xiu can eat directly is limited, and this orange just doesn't count, but it's not a big deal to lick it like this.

"Cough cough cough..." Huang Po coughed loudly, reminding Song Yan and Mu Xiu of her presence.

Old man Song, who came later over there, opened the door and came in. He went to Xiaohong's nest, pulled an unused stool, and sat down.

"Hey..." Old Man Song greeted him loudly, and put a plate of washed strawberries on the table by the way. This year is a bumper harvest year, and the fruits grown by Mrs. Huang and Old Man Song are growing well.

Song Yan leaned over and opened the gift box he brought over. Later, there was another plate of Minghua snacks and a pot of Minghua wine on the table.

Later, it was time for the three of them to chat for a while. Song Yan and Huang Po, old man Song briefly recounted their experience in Twilight City, while Huang Po and Song Yan Muxiu talked about the inside and outside of Jiucheng. All kinds of news.

The chat continued until late at night, Song Yan took away the strawberry he could no longer eat from Mu Xiu's hand for the third time, and ate it himself in front of Mu Xiu.

"Starting next Monday, Mu Xiu and I will spend four or five days at the headquarters of the Dark League. You can spare two days a week to help me at the headquarters. Well...it's best to separate."

"Okay," Huang Po and Old Man Song nodded, two days a week, and the rest of the time they can still earn extra money.

Of course, without Song Yan continuing to explain, they also understood the real intention of Song Yan's arrangement.

Song Yan wanted them to have more power to protect themselves, and working with Song Yan was one of the best ways to improve.

Song Yan nodded slightly, he pulled Mu Xiu up and left from Huang Po's yard.

Huang Po and Old Man Song shrugged their shoulders and looked at each other for a while, then couldn't help but muffled laughter. It's rare for a ghost king to be restrained to such an extent by one person.

"Yan Yan..." Mu Xiu called out to Song Yan, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, "Is Yan Yan angry?"

"No," Song Yan replied, taking a look at Mu Xiu, he raised his hand and pushed open the door of the living room, and directly pulled Mu Xiu upstairs to their bedroom.

After arranging for Mu Xiu to wash up, Song Yan sat down at the desk and looked through an old shamanism book.

After Mu Xiu finished washing, he sat next to Song Yan, leaned closer and kissed Song Yan's lips.

Song Yan closed the book, turned sideways, their eyes met, and they embraced and exchanged a gentle and deep kiss.

In this way, Mu Xiu was completely relieved, Song Yan was indeed not angry, but it was true that Song Yan did not allow him to eat indiscriminately.

Three days before the start of the new week, Song Yan and Mu Xiu stayed at home, reading books, digging through the ground, making a few pottery pots, and improving the recipes of some Wufang drinks and snacks.

In addition to the original taste, Song Yan gave Mu Xiu a few choices, otherwise even if it is not bad, he will get tired if he eats too much.

This was something Song Yan hadn't considered before. He himself is not picky eaters, but the ghost king in his family is quite picky eaters.