Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

When Mu Xiu woke up, he was already on the bed in the room between him and Song Yan. The morning sun was rising outside the window, and he had slept deeply all night.

Slowly turning sideways, he tightened his hand on Song Yan's waist slightly, and then kissed Song Yan's slightly sharp side face, trying to kiss away the cold and alienated feeling when Song Yan was asleep. Feel.

After a short pause, Mu Xiu slowly lay back on his side, and the person who was sleeping beside him suddenly opened his eyes.

"Yan Yan," Mu Xiu called softly, and his lips, which had been a little away, pressed against Song Yan's cheek again, rubbing them affectionately.

Song Yan blinked his eyes lightly, and the feeling of emptiness and coldness was instantly covered with a layer of soft water vapor, he put his palm on the back of Muxiu's neck and rubbed it lightly, "It's still early, you continue to sleep for a while. "

Mu Xiu didn't respond to these words, he continued to cling to Song Yan, kissing and rubbing, and after a long time of intimacy, he released Song Yan, whose cheeks were slightly flushed by his disturbance.

Song Yan sat up, pulled the quilt and continued to cover Mu Xiu. He looked at Mu Xiu's eyes with obvious reluctance, then leaned over and kissed Mu Xiu's forehead lightly, "I'll go to the study to get some documents and then go back to my room." Come, don't go far."

"Well," Mu Xiu nodded, Song Yan's back was completely out of the corner of his eye, so he closed his eyes.

He is now in a period of sleep deprivation after the successful seal. The more he sleeps, the better the various spiritual materials deposited in his body will be integrated, and the longer the seal will last.

Song Yan came out of the bedroom, while Mu Sheng and Tan Guang were waiting at the door.

"Lord Song, something happened..."

Shortly after they left last night, the second son of the Xiao family died suddenly in the bathroom of his own room. The 40-year-old middle-aged man, after his death, his body was like a dried corpse, which was no longer within the scope of normal death and murder.

Coupled with the gathering of warlock guests last night, the murderer who killed him was basically locked in these crowds.

In this way, Song Yan and the others are also on the list of criminal suspects.

A face flashed across Song Yan's mind, and he didn't have a deep impression of the second son of the Xiao family. They didn't even talk or look at each other last night.

Song Yan pondered for a moment, then he whispered, "Tell me in the study."

"Yes," Mu Sheng and Tan Guang nodded slightly and followed.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, the police car stopped in front of Mu's house, the servant brought the two police officers in, and Song Yan waited in the study.

These two police officers are not ordinary policemen either, they are warlocks affiliated to Xia Guo's special agency, and they know quite well about the affairs of the warlock world.

The record began, they asked, Song Yan answered, telling them all about their whereabouts before they left Xiao's house last night.However, this is of no help to the detection of murders. Warlocks do not need to leave the crowd to commit crimes alone.

And with the Xiao family's emphasis on this area of ​​defense, it is unimaginable that such a thing happened.

"That's all I have to ask. If Mr. Song thinks of anything later, please call me anytime."

One of the police officers handed over his business card to Song Yan, his eyes stayed on Song Yan's face for a while, and then he left the study with his colleagues.

"Wang Di," Song Yan read the name on the business card, a layer of faint clear light swept across the entire business card, and a little blue flashed, but Song Yan did not erase it, but dispersed the clear light, and wiped the business card away. Insert it into a pen holder on the desk.

Song Yan picked up a stack of documents and computers, got up and went back to the bedroom, where he continued to work on the sofa.

When Mu Xiu woke up again, he saw Song Yan sitting with his back to the sun, with a natural smile on his face, "Yan Yan."

Song Yan put down the computer, got up and walked towards Mu Xiu, his footsteps stopped in front of the bed, rubbed Mu Xiu's hair, and asked softly, "Did you sleep well?"

"Well," Mu Xiu nodded, then wrapped his arms around Song Yan's waist, and couldn't help sighing, "It's so good to be with Yan Yan."

The expression on Song Yan's face became softer upon hearing this, and he felt the same way in his heart.

After being with Mu Xiu, his world became more colorful.

The murder case of the Xiao family is still pending. After three or five days of silence, all kinds of banquets in the capital became active again. Everyone seemed to have forgotten the abnormal death of the second son of the Xiao family, including the Xiao family.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu occasionally picked one or two to go, and more often they stayed at the residence, reading, handling things, and sleeping.

Regarding the murder of the Xiao family, they had no plans to intervene.

On June 25th, the meeting of the top ten warlock families was held as scheduled, and the meeting place was held in the conference hall of a private resort.In addition to the twenty or so positions of the main seat, there are also viewing seats around which can accommodate hundreds of people watching, and a broadcast hall outside which can accommodate more people watching.

"Mr. Mu, the secret alliance, is here!"

"The leader of the dark alliance, Song Yan, has arrived!"

When Mu Xiu and Song Yan walked in through the door of the conference hall, there was an announcement about their identities in the hall.

"Take a seat here, both of you," said the owner of the resort, a white-haired old man, who personally guided Mu Xiu Songyan to the main seat in the center of the conference hall.

When Mu Xiu and Song Yan walked in, eyes from all directions focused on them, and then they continued to announce the arrival of several important figures, but they couldn't divert much of these eyes.

"It's him!" Lin Ruijin and Master Dexing, who were sitting around, recognized Song Yan at a glance.

They were ordered to perform missions during this time, and they returned to the capital two days ago to catch up with the grand meeting with the senior brother of Daoist Dexing. They had heard Song Yan's name before, but they failed to meet Song Yan from Xiaohe Town Yan contacted.

Zhou Lu, Zheng Jue, and Han Ying followed their elders to sit in the stands. They were trained as the successors of the next generation, so they were able to occupy a position.

Before Mu Xiu and Song Yan sat down, there was another routine rule, that is, to show everyone, or art, or spirit array, or other performances that can show their strength or weakness.

Song Yan glanced at Mu Xiu, raised one hand, and a ball of talisman paper flew out from his sleeve, intertwined with each other to form a ball of dark flowers, and spread out again to form a complicated spirit pattern.

Song Yan whispered, "Definitely."

After the words fell, all the movement in the meeting hall disappeared, and after a few moments, Song Yan put all the talisman papers back into his sleeves before those magicians with strong spiritual power could react.

A layer of cold sweat covered the foreheads and backs of these warlocks in an instant. If Song Yan had malicious intentions, the time they were pinned down was enough to kill them several times.

"Young people are awesome, and Song Lord's attainments in array patterns are admirable."

Zheng Yuqiang, Zheng Jue's grandfather, spoke out to break the increasingly condensed atmosphere. He took the lead in clapping twice, and then the sparse applause broke out again.

In the past, this kind of display was more fancy and beautiful. Song Yan made a show for the first time, and it brought them a murderous intent and warning that was almost creepy.

The shape of the pattern is smooth and natural, and the field needs to cover the entire hall, all of which show the strength of Song Yan's talent and aura.

"Thank you," Song Yan lowered his head slightly, and sat down with Mu Xiu.

He has shown that people from the secret alliance don't need to make any more moves, and he consciously fulfilled the request that Tan Guang told him before, and specially rolled a dark flower to show that it was "fancy".

Tan Guang and Mu Sheng in the stands swallowed their saliva and tried to calm down their expressions.

However, they screamed together in their hearts, their Lord Song is demonstrating?Demonstration?It's still a demonstration!

"It's beautiful," Mu Xiu rubbed Song Yan's hand, and blinked at Song Yan. From his expression to his words, he sincerely agreed with his own evaluation. The dark flower was so lifelike, it was indeed extremely beautiful.

Song Yan's eyes softened visibly, and when they fell on other people and things, they returned to that light and indifferent feeling.

And the original speculation about Song Yan's superior position is self-defeating. Even though Song Yan and Mu Xiu have an unclear relationship, Song Yan's strength definitely matches his position as the leader of the secret alliance.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu were the third batch of the top ten families to arrive, and then they watched the display of the other seven families together. Among them, the golden talisman sword owned by the head of the Zhou family was the most memorable.

It is rumored that his talisman sword contains the remnant soul of the lost sacred weapon, cutting through all falsehoods, and it is also the foundation of the Zhou family in the warlock world.

Song Yan slowly retracted his gaze from staring at the talisman sword in the palm of Mr. Zhou, and suppressed his sudden heartbeat at the same time.

"I am honored to preside over this meeting for you adults. Without goingssip, let us enter the first topic of this meeting."

The owner of the holiday villa is also the host of this meeting. At the same time, he is also the leader of the two police officers who came to Song Yan before. His surname is Tang Mingyun. In a private resort.

There was only one topic for discussion in the morning, which was the communication between various families on the learning and control of "art".

Not only the people watching in the conference hall were mesmerized, but also the thousands of warlocks watching the live broadcast in the outer hall were fascinated.

Today is different from the past, there are fewer and fewer physiques suitable for practicing "skills", and many of them have only scratched the surface in their lives. When encountering powerful ghosts, it is difficult to protect themselves. The situation is quite serious.

The warlock world has been on the road of decline and decline since ancient times, and the occasional appearance of a few powerful physiques cannot improve the overall trend.

"The old man suggested to set up a warlock academy, and find people with special physiques from the folk and major families to concentrate on teaching."

After Zheng Jue's grandfather finished speaking, Mr. Zhou immediately took over, "Old Zheng's suggestion is good, the address of this college... I think it is suitable for the capital city, where the dragon energy gathers, and the natural protective barrier, even evil spirits and heretics dare not easily commit crimes." Enter."

"My city is very hot, and there are many ghosts that dare not disturb me, so I can consider it..."

These old guys have turned their brains quite quickly, and have already begun to think about how to collect the "academy" that has not yet started into their own jurisdiction, and use it for their own family in the future.

Mu Xiu's eyes swept over the faces of these people. He turned sideways and got closer to Song Yan. He whispered and complained, "It's endless. If we don't fight for an hour or two this time, I probably won't give up."

If you ask him, this meeting is very boring. These issues are discussed every time they meet, but there is no result in the end, and this time is no exception.

Song Yan, who was sitting upright, turned his head to look at Mu Xiu. He reached out and pressed Mu Xiu's head to his shoulder, and rubbed Mu Xiu's hair habitually, "If you're sleepy, just lean on me and sleep for a while."

The interaction between Mu Xiu and Song Yan who thought they were inconspicuous was all within the perception of these people. The veins on the foreheads of Zheng Jue and Mr. Zhou bulged, and the words that came to their lips were all forgotten.

Many young spectators in the stands, out of the corner of their eyes, they all focused on Song Yan and Mu Xiu.

I know you guys love each other, but you don't have to show it like this!