Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan beckoned, and the six-winged butterfly flew back to Mu Xiu's shoulder and landed in his palm. He clasped his hands together and covered it for a while, then sent it back to Mu Xiu's shoulder, dispelling the bloody aura remaining around the six-winged butterfly.

"Yan Yan," Mu Xiu called softly and carefully, as if he was afraid that Song Yan would get angry at him and make a move.

He didn't know how he acted in the past, but even if he had forgotten everything, he couldn't stand Zhou's family mentioning any sacred artifacts in front of him. The Zhou family and the sacred artifacts almost killed Song Yan!

"How did you communicate with it?" Song Yan's anger was suppressed even faster, he cast a glance at Mu Xiu, and then forgot about it, and became curious about the communication between Mu Xiu and the butterfly.

The attack power of this reborn butterfly, which was only promoted in the morning, is unexpectedly powerful. Its attack on the body and soul is really extraordinary.

"It entrusts its life soul to my soul, and I naturally know what it can do."

As Mu Xiu said, he couldn't help leaning closer and rubbing the tip of Song Yan's nose. It's impossible for Song Yan not to know about this mode of identifying the master.

Mu Xiu lowered his eyes again and said, "I'm afraid it will scare you too much, I haven't decided whether to say it or not..."

"Fate Soul..." Song Yan stood up suddenly, stared at Mu Xiu for a while, then pulled Mu Xiu up, and they walked out quickly, "So that's how it is."

Mu Xiu tilted his head, he didn't know what Song Yan was talking about, but Song Yan had already taken him with him, he was not so anxious to know, he held Song Yan's hand back, and the two walked out of the city side by side Mu Xiu Mansion, walk towards the direction of the city.

After they walked for a while, Huang Po and old man Song ran all the way to keep up. The two of them looked like they were going to help fight with a fierce look on their bodies.

Song Yan was thinking about the matter, completely ignoring Huang Po and old man Song who followed, but Mu Xiu turned around and smiled kindly at them.

Mu Xiu's smile was naturally kind and bright, but Huang Po and Old Man Song's ankles softened at the same time, which frightened Mu Xiu. It must be the same with Mu Xiu's smile when he killed someone just now.

Expressing his perfect intention, Mu Xiu turned his head, continued to hold Song Yan's hand, and occasionally looked at the surrounding scenery.

According to what Song Yan told him, he and Song Yan had lived in Twilight City for half a year, so he should be very familiar with it. At this moment, he still can't say he is familiar with it, but he doesn't feel it is too strange.

When he arrived at the gate of the east city, the three talismans in Song Yan's hand flew out of sight in three directions, and he continued to lead Mu Xiu to the stone castle in the center of Twilight City.

After Mu Fei arranged for Tan Guang to go to the Mu Mansion in the outskirts of the city, he looked even more restless than before.Originally, Mu Xiu was a big card in his hands, not only useful against Song Yan, but also useful to appease the inside of the dark alliance, but now Song Yan has completely disrupted it.

After getting the news that Song Yan had locked him in the stone prison, his complexion turned dark, and he was still not much better. But then, he received the news that all the people sent by Zhou Lu left behind and threw them back to the gate of the Zhou Mansion to die.

"What a Song Yan!"

Song Yan was more than rampant, he was simply unscrupulous, and he didn't take their family of warlocks seriously.

"I think the murder is more like... Mr. did it."

Mu Sheng, who has been Mu Fei's right-hand man for the past two years, opened his mouth. He seemed calmer than Mu Fei at 01:30, and he was still thinking about whether Song Yan did the murder or Mu Xiu did it.

When Mu Fei asked him to choose two years ago, he chose his allegiance without any hesitation.

The meaning of his original words is that he is loyal to the Mu family, not a certain person. When Mu Fei becomes the real master of the Mu family, he will be loyal to Mu Fei.

"Impossible," Mu Fei immediately denied Mu Sheng's judgment. He had already implanted the Soul Cleansing Seal into Mu Xiu's soul. Mu Xiu lost his memory, lost his ability to perceive emotions, and naturally lost all his mastery of techniques.

Coupled with the two years of living in seclusion on Xiaoyu, he thought it was absolutely impossible for Mu Xiu to master such a terrifying ability to kill.

Mu Sheng lowered his head and didn't refute again, but an elder from the dark alliance walked into the lobby coughing up blood.

"... First, sir, I'm back..."

In fact, they all know that Mu Xiu cannot tolerate betrayal, Hu Fan, the first leader of the dark alliance, is an example.Now it's their turn to be liquidated by Mu Xiu and Song Yan.

Mu Fei was startled and almost fell off his seat. He managed to control his figure, and then grabbed the handle of the chair to make himself sit still.

Mu Sheng's eyes turned, and he still stood still, but their eyes fell on the entrance of the lobby.

One second, two seconds... seven seconds!Song Yan and Mu Xiu walked in hand in hand, their expressions and gestures remained the same as in the past, intimate and natural.

This place used to be where Song Yan dealt with things, not because the hall was so special, but because the side door went directly to his and Mu Xiu's room, so that he could go to see or wake up Mu Xiu who was sleeping late when he was dealing with things in the morning. That's all.

But when Mu Xiu saw Mu Fei sitting there, a wave of anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and the idea of ​​killing resurfaced again.

Song Yan's gaze swept over Mu Fei, and then fell on Mu Sheng who was on the side. According to what Mu Xiu told him in the past, Mu Sheng was discovered to be a warlock talent at the age of seven, and he has been in secret alliance since the age of nine. Watching grow up.

His betrayal was really unexpected, and Song Yan wanted to hear his reasons.

Before Song Yan could speak, Mu Sheng knelt down on the ground and bowed, "Mister is back."

"Mu Sheng, what do you mean!" The veins on Mu Fei's forehead twitched, and Mu Sheng bowed, looking as if he was about to surrender again, and he didn't even put it on like that.

However, Mu Sheng ignored Mu Fei's questioning at all. He bowed to Song Yan again, "Mr. Song is here too. You are very good, talented, capable, and kind-hearted. Not only do you like you, but we also like you." I admire you very much."

He has been learning art since he was seven years old, and it has been 23 years now, but it is still not as good as Song Yan's short three years of learning. He is very happy for the Dark League and Muxiu. With such a leader, the Dark League will go one step further. Just around the corner.

It is also good for Mu Xiu to have someone who treats him sincerely to accompany him, so that he can relieve his loneliness.

"However, why...you are a descendant of the Yin family."

Song Yan narrowed his eyes, he probably guessed Mu Sheng's reason, it was ridiculous, but he couldn't refute it when he said it.

"Why can the Yin family be fettered with the ghost clan for generations? Because..."

"Because the Yin family is a demigod."

Sunan, who was manifested at the entrance, took the words and paused. He continued to walk in and continued to explain.

"Protoss, if you don't go to the underworld, you won't enter reincarnation. Once the gods die, only the soul will fly away."

"Haha..." Sunan's expression seemed to be crying and smiling. He looked around with an extremely sad expression. He left the capital two years ago and came to Twilight City by himself. Just now Song Yan issued three talisman orders, one of which was for him.

"So...he's gone, his soul is gone..."

So he waited for Yin Fang for a thousand years, just waiting for the fact that he had been out of his wits thousands of years ago.

If what Mu Sheng and Sunan said is true, then it is impossible for Song Yan to fulfill the promise he made to Mu Xiu. He only has one life to live, and his fate does not give him the chance to stay with Mu Xiu after death.

"It's hard enough for Mr. Mu to endure the daily invasion for generations. You... what will you do after a hundred years?"

With Mu Xiu's temperament, he would probably want to die with Song Yan, but his lifeline is connected with Mu's family, so he can't be saved, let alone lose his soul.

In order to stay together for a hundred years, he has to pay the price of eternal silence. He thinks it's not worth it, and Mu Xiu can't bear it.

"So... you decided for me?"

Mu Xiu glanced at Mu Sheng, and he didn't seem to care as much as everyone imagined, this fact that is very likely to happen in the future.

Not only him, but Song Yan also didn't look like it was the first time he heard about the inevitable fate of the Yin family's demigods.

On the contrary, Huang Po and Old Man Song almost couldn't help their expressions of astonishment. In fact, the rise of the world of magicians means the decline of the gods.But the Yin family is actually a demigod, and even Song Yan is still the supreme treasure body of the Yin family, and his body is full of divine blood.

"Ding ding ding..." Mu Fei, who had been ignored all this time, shook the bell in his hand. He looked at Mu Xiu, and said as gently as possible, "Mu Xiu, come here, come here..."

Mu Xiu's eyes fell on Mu Fei immediately, and he walked towards him according to Mu Fei's words.

Song Yan subconsciously stretched out his hand towards Mu Xiu, and then withdrew it again, without trying to stop Mu Xiu from walking towards Mu Fei.

"Hahaha..." Mu Fei laughed loudly, and the bell continued to shake in his hand. This bell was handed down together with the Soul Cleansing Seal. It is said that it can appease Mu Xiu's soul and even control him to a certain extent.

He couldn't ask Mu Xiu to kill him for him, but let Mu Xiu walk to him, including this time, he succeeded five or six times.

"What kind of love, love, companionship... The Mu family is the largest family in the magician world, but you! How many years have you been awake, and the Mu family is still overwhelmed by the Zhou family and the Wu family."

Mu Fei lifted the metal frame again, he stood up, and Mu Xiu walked towards him, which meant that he had restrained Song Yan's ribs, and now he could start the second step of his plan.

"Song Yan, now I can give you a choice, ah!"

Mu Fei turned his head mechanically, and saw a bloody and familiar arm on Mu Xiu's hand, and there was a bell tightly squeezed on the end of the arm, which was his bell!

"Ah, it hurts, ah..."

Followed by doubts, what appeared in his perception was pain, which penetrated to the bone marrow, a pain of flesh and blood that he had never felt in this life.

Mu Xiu still focused on fiddling with the arm he was holding, and after taking off the bell, he threw the bloody arm back to Mu Fei.

He turned around and walked towards Song Yan, with an expression on his face that was trying to be cute and harmless, as if he wasn't the one who tore off Mu Fei's arm directly.

Walking back to Song Yan, Mu Xiu handed out the bell, "Do you want Yan Yan? If you don't want it, I'll destroy it, shaking it makes me have a headache."

From the past to the present, Mu Fei's experiments have never really controlled Mu Xiu. He just thinks that the bell sounds special, so he went to have a look.

Control... Unless Mu Xiu's biological father, the most powerful Patriarch of the Mu family's ancestors, jumped out of the coffin, it would be possible to control Mu Xiu with the Soul Requiem Bell.

Song Yan stretched out his hand to hold Mu Xiu's hand holding the bell, a pale silver light emerged from their palms, and quickly hit the center of Mu Xiu's eyebrows, "Ding, ding, ding!"

The jade mark between Mu Xiu's eyebrows emerged, and several thin silk threads were manifested, and then bit by bit they were broken and shattered. Slowly, three four-winged butterflies flew out of the mark.

They flew around Mu Xiu once, and then circled Song Yanfei again, then completely shattered, turning into a little bit of spiritual light, and then merged into the center of Mu Xiu's eyebrows.

These three reborn butterflies have fulfilled the mission assigned to them by Song Yan, protecting Mu Xiu until death.

But the changes in Mu Xiu's body didn't stop. A bloody light appeared above his head, but the color gradually faded away. Mu Xiu was stripping off the Mu family's blood on his body, and was forever cutting off his connection with Mu family's luck.

The appearance of the Soul Cleansing Seal has completely severed Mu Xiu's affection for the Mu family. They are not kind, so why should he keep the responsibilities and promises imposed on him.

Therefore, after Mu Xiu sensed Mu Fei's actions and the effect of the Soul Cleansing Seal, he made a decision.He took the initiative to seal his memory into three dead butterflies as guardians, and implanted the soul washing seal into his original lifeline.

The soul-suppressing bell can indeed affect the effectiveness of the soul-washing seal to a certain extent, but if it falls into Song Yan's hands, he must immediately understand the key to it.

Song Yan raised his other hand and pulled down a pendant from his chest. He took another step closer to Mu Xiu and put it on.

This is the soul-suppressing stone he retrieved from Hu Fan. It should be left over after the ancestors of the Mu family made the soul-suppressing bell. It is just right for Mu Xiu, whose soul is a little unstable, to wear it now.

Song Yan tied the rope, but couldn't retreat, he was embraced by Mu Xiu, hugging him tightly.

"Yan Yan, my Yan Yan..."

"Mu Xiu," Song Yan hugged back, and a huge rock in his heart finally fell to the ground. From now on, Mu Xiu will never be bound by Mu Shi, and he can come and go freely, truly free.

"Ah, my hand, my hand..."

Mu Fei's screams were much lower than before, he was weak, he looked hateful and pitiful, he thought he had plotted against Mu Xiu, but he didn't want to let Mu Xiu use it from the beginning to the end, and use this to get rid of Mu Xiu completely.

Mu Sheng's expression was fine, he seemed to be happy for Mu Xiu, but also sad. His plan to try to prevent Mu Xiu and Song Yan from being together had completely failed.

As for Mu Xiu, no matter how many reasons he has, a betrayal is a betrayal, and the consequence of him causing Mu Xiu and Song Yan to separate for two years is absolutely impossible to be forgiven.

At this time, Ye Yi and Qiu Wei walked in from the lobby together, and four ghost soldiers stepped forward and bound Mu Sheng and Mu Fei. They bowed, and Ye Yi said, "City Master, all the people from Mu's family are gone." fall upon."

Hearing this, Song Yan patted Mu Xiu on the back, and he was released slightly.

"Lock them up and wait until it gets dark."

Ye Yi and Qiu Wei were shocked when they heard the words, and immediately bowed their heads to accept the order, "Yes."

It has been twenty days since Song Yan and Mu Xiu came back, and they have been waiting for Song Yan's order for a long time.

Song Yan turned his head and took Mu Xiu's hand again, looked at Huang Po and old man Song again, and pulled Mu Xiu to his and Mu Xiu's room.

Mu Sheng didn't let Mu Fei touch the room they used to, and everything remained as it was when they left.

The door of the room was slowly closed, and before Song Yan could continue to drag Mu Xiu to the desk, he hugged Mu Xiu by the waist.

Song Yan met Mu Xiu's eyes that couldn't hide the scarlet color, and out of thousands of words, only two words remained, "Mu Xiu..."

"Mu Xiu," Song Yan called out again, he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Mu Xiu's neck, and then put his hand on Mu Xiu's cheek, hugging him tightly.

Mu Xiu, who was called, slowed down a little, then sped up again. When they arrived at the bedside, he gently put Song Yan on the bed. Their eyes met, and Mu Xiu's hand fell on Song Yan's collar. , unraveled quickly and expertly.

The coat was thrown aside, and all the buttons of the shirt inside were unbuttoned, exposing Song Yan's chest.

A finger-long thin mark, it is hard to see unless you look carefully, but two years ago Song Yan was stabbed there with a sword, which was almost fatal, and at that time, he was not by Song Yan's side.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Xiu asked, his tone and body were quite stiff, his heart ached to the extreme and that's it, he showed a little bit, and pressed the rest hard into his heart, even if he couldn't hold it down, he would press it down.

"Fortunately, it didn't hurt much," Song Yan replied softly, he stretched out his hand and pulled Mu Xiu's clenched hand over, rubbed it, opened it little by little, and then gently held it.

"I didn't lie to you, it really doesn't hurt anymore, really..."

Song Yan kissed Mu Xiu's lips, trying to make his words convincing.

However, Mu Xiu's next words made Song Yan's efforts completely meaningless.

"Pull...can't you pull it out?" Mu Xiu raised his other hand and swept it towards Song Yan's chest with a slight tremor. There was a golden sword stuck in Song Yan's chest.

To be more precise, it was the holy artifact, the holy soul, that pierced through the chest of Song Yan's soul in the shape of a sharp sword.

How painful it was when being stabbed with a knife, Song Yan still hurts so much at this moment, and this pain lasted for two years, two full years!

Song Yan glanced at Mu Xiu's hand with his eyes lowered, and held this hand again, his pale lips became a little whiter.

"I've sealed it up, and it won't have any effect on me for the time being."

Song Yan almost forgot the specialness of Mu Xiu's eyes. His seal could hide from Huang Po, Yin Wei and the others, but it couldn't hide from Mu Xiu's eyes and perception after recovering his memory.

"Really?" Mu Xiu looked into Song Yan's eyes, thinking of a solution quickly in his head, but no, this ghost holy soul is embedded in Song Yan's soul in this way, and if he is not careful, it will affect Song Yan Yan.

Song Yan's eyes lit up, and he nodded solemnly, "Really."

Mu Xiu lowered his head and kissed the mouth full of lies, but blamed Song Yan, who couldn't say a word, but the fierce kiss only started, and Mu Xiu couldn't go on. Many feelings that cannot be expressed in words can only be conveyed to others in this way. Song Yan.

At the end of the too long and lingering kiss, Mu Xiu bit his lip, and he wiped it with his hand, exposing it fiercely.

"I won't let them go."

Song Yan stared at Mu Xiu's blood-stained lips for a while, then sat up halfway, hooked Mu Xiu's neck, kissed Mu Xiu again, and rolled him on the bed.

"Moxiu, I miss you so much, so much, so much..."

Even though he had found Mu Xiu for so long, his longing hadn't stopped for a moment, and it was always tugging at his heart, and he couldn't let it go.