Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Mu Xiu blinked his eyes lightly, leaned on Song Yan's shoulder, closed his eyes, slightly curved his mouth, and was in a wonderful mood.

Song Yanluo's hand on the back of Mu Xiu's neck moved forward slightly, and stroked Mu Xiu's side face, trying to block those prying eyes. Show it to others.

Suddenly, Song Yan raised his eyes and turned his head, and looked at the old man in gray clothes looking at the seat in front of him.

The old Taoist looked away slightly from Mu Xiu, and met Song Yan's gaze. In an instant, the hairs on his whole body stood on end.

"Hmph," he scolded coldly, the abnormality in his body disappeared immediately, but his gaze also moved away from Mu Xiu and Song Yan.

This Song Yan's ability obviously does not match what his junior brother Dexing and his nephew Lin Ruijin told him, or maybe Song Yan has had some adventures in these years, otherwise, no matter how powerful the dark alliance is, it is impossible to cultivate such a person in such a short period of time. Here comes the mighty warlock.

"I don't know what opinion Song Lord has on this?"

Zheng Jue's grandfather tried his best to calm down the twitching corners of his eyes, and opened his mouth to break the increasingly embarrassing and cold atmosphere.

The coldness between Song Yan's eyebrows dissipated a little, he turned his head to meet Zheng Yuqiang's gaze, and replied without thinking.

"Old Mr. Zheng doesn't know that since the establishment of the Dark League, it has been shouldering the responsibility of evangelizing and teaching the warlocks in the Nine Cities region. It is quite experienced in teaching. If you are willing to send people to the Nine Cities, the Dark League and Song my pleasure."

The corners of Zheng Yuqiang's eyes continued to twitch. Including the Mu's Dark Alliance, it is impossible for the magicians in his domain to be used by other families for no reason. The suggestion he made was very difficult in terms of specific operations.

unless……

Unless the warlock world encounters a catastrophe again, forcing all families to give up their hatred and unite to resist, and unless one family's strength completely suppresses other families, and one family dominates, then it will be possible to realize what he described as "centralized teaching and knowledge sharing".

As Mu Xiu expected, after one or two hours passed, the discussion still had no results, and the morning meeting was over.

The warlocks who were fortunate enough to watch the broadcast in the outer hall all left the resort, and the rest continued to stay for the meeting.

"Mr. Mu, Master Song, this way please."

A young man in uniform bowed slightly and signaled to Song Yan to take them to a place where they could rest at noon during the meeting.

"Wait a minute," Song Yan nodded with him, and continued rubbing the back of Mu Xiu's neck, "Mu Xiu, wake up, and sleep again later."

"Hmm..." Mu Xiu responded, sat down a little, stretched his waist, and then he was picked up by Song Yan, and he followed him casually.

"After taking a nap, it's much better, Yan Yan doesn't have to worry."

There was still a little tiredness on Mu Xiu's face, and his eyes were squinted. With Song Yan guiding him, he didn't need to distract himself from looking at the road.

"I'll take care of you when I get back to Jiucheng."

Song Yan whispered, his expression didn't change much, but the tenderness in his eyes was unmistakable.He has always attached great importance to Mu Xiu's affairs, and the period of Mu Xiu's lethargy has been longer than he originally expected.

"Okay," Mu Xiu obediently agreed, but the next moment the joyful expression on his face froze.

An old Taoist took Lin Ruijin and Daoist Dexing to wait by the flower garden in front of the hall, clearly waiting for Song Yan and Mu Xiu to come out to talk.

"Poor Deying was ordered by the master to come here to plead guilty to Mr. Mu."

He bowed, and Master Dexing and Lin Ruijin followed suit, and at the same time, the barely healed burns on their bodies began to ache again.And after Mu Xiu and Song Yan approached, the pain almost spread all over his body.

Song Yan dragged Mu Xiu forward and stopped three steps in front of them. At the same time, not far away, Zheng Yuqiang and Mr. Zhou both stopped to watch. head, or ears.

One of the purposes of Song Yan and Mu Xiu's coming to the capital was to settle accounts with Deying who plotted against Mu Xiu 16 years ago.

Deying has been hiding in the capital for many years, and she is well aware of this. Right now, she wants to take advantage of the presence of these characters, so that Mu Xiu and Song Yan can bear this tone and dare not take revenge easily.

Song Yan stared at the sanctimonious Deying for a moment, and before Mu Xiu could make a move, he volleyed down with a whip, directly strangled Deying's neck, threw him to a stagger, and half-prostrated, half-kneeled on the ground.

"The old Taoist has been in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time, so it's not surprising that he doesn't know what an apology looks like."

"Hey..." The old Taoist opened his mouth to argue, but found that Song Yan had retracted his whip, but there was still a force twisting in his throat, making him breathless and speechless.

"Back then you murdered Mu Xiu, made him seriously injured and fell into a coma for several years, and caused the death of several people of Mu's bloodline. Your crime is unforgivable!"

Song Yan's tone was still cold and calm. He raised his eyes and glanced at Zheng Yuqiang, Mr. Zhou and the others, with undisguised murderous intent and anger in his eyes.

"Master... say, who is your master? How dare you plot against the Dark Alliance, against my Mo Xiu!"

Song Yan was obviously really angry. When he was angry, Mu Xiu couldn't care about his enmity with this old Taoist. He was really afraid that Song Yan, his family, would get angry.

"Ho..." Old Daoist Deying uttered another voice with difficulty, and the fear in his eyes gradually amplified.It's true that Song Yan didn't play his cards according to common sense, and acted recklessly in this capital. He was angry when he said he was angry, and he didn't care about the power behind him.

"Mu Sheng, take this person away for interrogation, I want to see who asked you to harm Mu Xiu!"

Mu Sheng and the two members of the Dark Alliance did not hesitate to follow Song Yan's words. Murdering Mu Xiu would be tantamount to endangering the entire Mu family and the Dark Alliance. Don't say that Song Yan was really angry, even they would not let it go easily. Go this old way.

As for Song Yan's words, none of the onlookers dared to come out and confront Si Ni, and being directly regarded as an enemy against Mu's secret alliance was not something that was beneficial to the family or the individual.

"Ho...uh," the old Daoist Deying bled, his eyes almost popping out.

Song Yan pulled Mu Xiu back for a few steps, Mu Sheng and the others also stopped, and Immortal Dexing and Lin Ruijin jumped away.

I saw that old Daodeying was bleeding from his seven orifices, and at the same time, black worms came out of his mouth, ears and eyes, his whole body exploded like a Gu worm shell, and he couldn't die anymore.

A corner of this flowery garden was immediately invaded by a filthy atmosphere, and the green grass and flowers withered and withered in an instant.

The rattle on Song Yan's waist swayed lightly, and the filthy aura spreading over was immediately shielded three steps away. He held Mu Xiu's hand tightly, and the expression on his face became colder by two points.

"Mu Sheng!"

"The subordinate is here," Mu Sheng immediately lowered his head, listening carefully to Song Yan's instructions.

"Continue to investigate. Who has this old fellow been in contact with in the capital these years, and who has he done business for? Let me find out clearly, and kill people to silence them? Oh, this matter is not so easy to pass."

"Yes," Mu Sheng bent down a little more, indicating that he accepted the order.

"Lord Song calm down, Mr. Mu calm down, and the old man takes the two of you to rest."

Tang Yun raised his hand to the male waiter, and he walked over with a smile to smooth things over.

And only his smile was so bright present, many people's faces were as black as ink, they were shocked and angry.

"Yan Yan, don't be angry, my heart hurts," Mu Xiu turned sideways, half-embracing Song Yan, fearing that his words would not be enough to comfort him, he patted Song Yan's back again, he was really worried that Song Yan would get angry .

Song Yan met Shang Muxiu's eyes, his condensed expression softened slightly, and he whispered, "I won't let you suffer any more harm."

"I know," Mu Xiu nodded, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his expression returned to happiness.

The scene of them staring at each other in such a weird corner of the garden still does not lose the slightest beauty, which is enviable and shocking.

When people and ghosts fall in love, they can only hide in the dark and never see the light of day, but Song Yan and Mu Xiu have no intention of hiding from the Nine City to the capital. They love each other generously and beautifully.

They threw down the ethics and morality of the magician world that lasted for thousands of years, and it was not one or two who could not understand their behavior.If it wasn't for the fact that Mu Xiu's status was too special, some people could not help but speak out.

"Please trouble Mr. Tang." Song Yan squeezed Mu Xiu's hand tightly and looked at Tang Yun. He led Mu Xiu and followed Tang Yun's footsteps, leaving those unpredictable gazes and thoughts behind him.

"Master Song doesn't look very old, how old is this year?"

Tang Yun asked with a smile, not mentioning what happened in the corner of the garden before.

"22," Song Yan replied truthfully. He thought Tang Yun would not be ignorant of this point. As for why he asked knowingly, Song Yan didn't want to think too much about it.

"Patriarch Zheng is right, the younger generation is formidable."

Tang Yun sighed in a low voice, his eyes lingered on Song Yan and Mu Xiu's hand for a while, then moved away politely, then continued to gossip, and sent Song Yan Muxiu to an independent villa in the resort. let them rest.

Watching Tang Yun leave, Song Yan dragged Mu Xiu into the house, and he waved his hand to let the waiter in the villa leave.

"Someone took his soul one step ahead of me and took it away."

The "he" Song Yan mentioned refers to the old Daodeying who died in front of everyone before. This further shows that 16 years ago, their plot against Muxiu was not simple, and it may even involve many families and secrets.

In this way, the people behind Deying attacked Song Yan first, and also detained Deying's soul, just because they were afraid that Song Yan's investigation would lead to something and fall into the hands of others.

What is also certain is that the person who took Deying's soul away was not among the onlookers today, otherwise Song Yan and Mu Xiu's powerful spiritual sense would not have missed him.

Mu Xiu raised his other hand, and rubbed the tip of his middle finger between Song Yan's brows, his tone became more relaxed.

"I can probably guess which old guys it is. It's not worth it for Yan Yan to get angry for them."

Song Yan heard that the thoughts between his brows gradually faded away. He looked at Mu Xiu for a moment, and with the help of their handshake, he pulled Mu Xiu closer, and then hugged him gently, "You did what you promised me, so I naturally want to do it too." Call the shots for you."

Before coming to the capital, Song Yan repeatedly asked Mu Xiu to promise not to mess around, and not to let hatred get carried away.Mu Xiu did what he promised him, and he should get back what he deserved for Mu Xiu.

"Their goal should be a few forbidden spells at home. If the forbidden spells are not found, their minds will not be broken."

Seizing the right opportunity, they will definitely attack Mu Xiu again without hesitation, and they will only be more unscrupulous than in the past.

Mu Xiu tilted his head slightly, facing Song Yan's rich and deep eyes of different colors, "So?"

"I have arranged everything..."

Song Yan calmly informed that his almost reckless demonstration at the meeting was definitely not because a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but because he had already prepared, at least before he and Mu Xiu left the capital, these old guys would not have extra thoughts to plan Mu Xiu.

"Oh..." Mu Xiu responded lightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyebrows and eyes curved, and he smiled.

I don't know when it started, but Song Yan's exhaustive appearance formed an indescribable attraction for him.Before asking in more detail, he obeyed his will and kissed Song Yan's lips.

Song Yan's chest rose and fell slightly, and he sank into the sofa, allowing Mu Xiu to chase and explore between his lips and tongue.

In a dark room in the capital city, a black claw tore several groups of photos to pieces, but among the dust on the ground, the corner of the photo belonging to Mu Xiu's face was not damaged at all, and was picked up by this black shadow almost reverently.

"Mu Xiu, Mu Xiu..."

The black shadow stretched back a long way, vaguely looking like a person.