The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

The ghost king who came that night, the Xi Yan in his dream, the fever-reducing medicine left on the table, and the legend that there are only two ghost kings in the ghost world, if he still can't guess it, then he is as stupid as Xi Yan.

A certain ghost king was itching from his touch, and just about to grin his mouth, he suddenly remembered his identity, grabbed his paw, pinched it twice and threw it away: "That thing is not safe in your hands, give it to me."

Meng Qinglang folded his arms and looked up at him: "It's okay, my boyfriend is the king of ghosts, he can protect me."

A certain ghost king was elated when he heard that, coughed and suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up crazily: "Well... your boyfriend can't protect you all the time, give it to me, be good."

Meng Qinglang frowned: "Why aren't you jealous, don't you like me?"

"you……"

"I see," Meng Qinglang raised his hand and showed his ring, "Are you angry?" He grabbed the ring, pulled it off, and threw it away, "It's all fake, I like it, and it's only you from beginning to end." one."

"You!" A certain ghost king looked out the window in the direction where he dropped it, and his heart, which was still surging into the sky just now, was thrown to the ground in an instant, and his feet were trampled on, he repeatedly confirmed in disbelief, "You don't like him? "

"do not like."

"How? Then... why did you accept him?"

Meng Qinglang frowned and thought in distress: "Probably... because he is good-looking, has a good figure, and is stupid and easy to bully. Do you mind? If you mind, I can send a text message to break up with him now. "

Meng Qinglang took out his mobile phone as a gesture. A certain ghost king felt as if he had just walked out of a freezer. He was cold from the inside to the outside. All the "godheads" and ghosts and gods were forgotten. He is full now. There is only one thing on his mind, Meng Qinglang doesn't like him!

The dark clouds in the sky are still gloomy, and this time, it seems to be lowered a lot, covering the sky and the sun, the sky suddenly darkened, and a trace of black air gradually spread downward, tentatively pouring into the world, and seemed to be afraid of something , shrunk back.Meng Qinglang frowned and looked at the sky with a heavy ghostly air.

Meng Qinglang patted a ghost king's arm: "Hey, did you bring that pile in the sky?"

After a while, there was still no answer. Meng Qinglang turned his head, and a certain ghost king's eyes were red, and there was a emptiness in his eyes.Meng Qinglang was speechless, so pretending to be with him just with this little psychological quality?It hurts to see him, so forget it this time.

"Hi, Xi..."

The wind and rain in the courtyard increased, and Meng Qinglang suddenly felt a sense of deep anxiety. With a "click", half of the roof disappeared suddenly, and the manic energy began to rage. The black air was stirred up instantly, and the black air that was still testing scrambled back to the sky, and then scrambled away from the incident.

The dark clouds in the sky formed a big blue circle with the courtyard as the center, and the dark clouds surrounded it, like fear, but unwilling to leave.

The hundred-year-old tree in the yard had its branches and leaves cut off. Seeing that the surrounding houses were about to be blown away, Meng Qinglang was so distressed that he wiped the rain off his face and endured the pressure of inexplicable power. To pull a ghost king: "Xi Yan, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was grabbed by a certain ghost king. His eyes were red, and he looked very nervous: "You can only like me!"

He pinched it a bit too hard, Meng Qinglang frowned, unable to break it apart, he could only nod perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I like you alone, you..."

Without finishing the sentence, a certain ghost king's eyes became even redder: "No! You can't like me!"

"Okay, if you don't like you, let go first."

"No! You...you have to like..."

Meng Qinglang was hurt by his pinching, so angry, he grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of him and yelled, "Xi Yan, you're so fucking finished! Can I, Meng Qinglang, only like Xi Yan in my life?! "

The wind stopped and the rain was still pouring down, Xi Yan stiffly turned to face him: "You...you know..."

Meng Qinglang was finally able to break free from his claws, rubbed his wrist that was pinched sorely, wiped the rainwater off his face, and said in a nasty voice, "Oh, with your acting skills, why are you pretending to be a ghost king?"

"You know...you deliberately bullied me!" Xi Yan took off his mask, showing an aggrieved expression, and threw himself into Meng Qinglang's arms, "I demand psychological compensation!"

"Heh, you fucking fix my roof first."

According to the weather forecast, there will be heavy rain throughout the day, and the bedroom with half of the roof missing is unacceptable. Fortunately, there are many rooms in the courtyard.

The unusual dark clouds in the sky cleared up a bit. Although Meng Qinglang still loved Xi Yan, seeing his extremely insecure appearance, he felt a little guilty after all, so he took him with him when he moved.

He Yanzhou and Feng Jun helped him move things, and old man Feng stayed in his new bedroom and scolded Xi Yan as he got older.

"I can't help it...too strong is also a kind of trouble."

Meng Qinglang: "Hehe..."

Meng Qinglang used to live in the front yard. After moving in this way, except for two upside-down rooms, a living room and a kitchen, the other wing rooms and side rooms are empty. It was time to cook again, so the few people dispersed, those who should work went to work, and those who should catch up on sleep, only Xi Yan pushed all the schedule and stayed by Meng Qinglang's side, in the name of protecting him.

Meng Qinglang glanced at the dark clouds that remained in the sky. Some of them hovered over the courtyard, and some fell into buildings not far away. The TV news began to talk about the continuous heavy rain that had never happened in a century. There have been many traffic accidents at intersections.

Perhaps it is "the moon is dark and the wind is high", and in the local current affairs news, various criminal incidents emerge one after another.

Meng Qinglang frowned and observed the sky for a while, then held up an umbrella and pulled Xi Yanxian to hang the "Anxi Group" plaque given by the system to the door.

Siheyuan was also the residence of big merchants in ancient times. There was a place to hang a plaque, but it has been useless for many years and it is not easy to pretend. At this time, a boyfriend who can fly is needed.

Standing under the eaves, Meng Qinglang directed Xi Yan to hang the plaque upright, and finally determined the location. Xi Yan, who was like a ghost, floated around, found the exact location, hung the plaque up, and the rain in the yard disappeared instantly.

Meng Qinglang stood in the courtyard and looked at the sky. It seemed that there was a transparent film covering the courtyard. Through the film, large raindrops could be seen falling on it, but they disappeared silently.

"Is there still this effect?"

Meng Qinglang pushed Xi Yan, Xi Yan flew out of the yard, flew into the dark clouds in an instant, caught a black smoke that hadn't had time to fly away, and threw it towards the courtyard.

There was a shrill ghostly cry, and the black smoke seemed to have been scalded to the buttocks, and it flew away in flames. The "dark cloud" onlookers stopped for a while, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

The number one hot post in today's series of nonsense stories is "Take a look at the whole process of burning my newly bought wig after being thrown away by the ghost king".

The host named it No.1 as the narrative, and explained in detail that he was just going to watch the excitement, but because he ran a little slower, he was caught by the ghost king and made an experimental ghost of enchantment. After three hundred words of nonsense, I added a sentence—by the way, the underworld has been re-established, do you know it?

3L: I will kill the host, please mark the tree hole? ? ?Do you put the words about the reconstruction of the underworld last? ?

The landlord replied: Ah, I thought everyone knew that there are a lot of ghosts nearby.

4L: Landlord, you need to know that there are many ghost news from far away that are not so well-informed.

6L: The host is kind enough to share the news, but you still have to be sprayed by you gossips. Do you really think that everyone in the world is your mother?The landlord ignores them, tell me what the hell is like?

15L (host): I didn’t have time to see clearly, but the enchantment is real... It hurts too much to fight ghosts,

16L: The host is talking nonsense. I just came back from a tour of the underworld. The fare is 120. It’s too stupid. Fortunately, my partner works in the underworld and got the staff’s family price. It only cost 80. I’ll buy a joint ticket next time. Go to hell.

17L: What the hell is upstairs? ? ?

18L: It is estimated that human beings intruded in, ignore him, is there any ghost on site to talk about the situation?

The scene.

"It's quite useful." Meng Qinglang nodded in satisfaction. When he returned to the house, the news had already mentioned the eighth robbery case today.

Because most of the ghosts gather in City B, it's not good to just let him go. Meng Qinglang frowned, should he deal with it?

Meng Qinglang looked through the rewards given by the system. In addition to the materials of the Godhead and Anxi Group, they were plaques, Yinsi and Yangya were followed by introductions, which are roughly equivalent to the place where the Yin and Yang realms go to court. Meng Qinglang is in the room on the west side of the front yard Hang up the "Yin Division" sign, push it away and prepare to clean up, let Muying finish her homework and come here to work. After taking his salary for so long, it's time to use child labor.

With a creak, the wooden door opened, Meng Qinglang glanced at it, closed it again, opened it again, pointed to the spacious hall with almost [-] square meters—yes, it was the main hall, and asked Xi Yan: "What's in it? "

"Tables, chairs and benches, is that a frying pan?"

Meng Qinglang glanced at the main hall, okay, at least he wasn't dazzled, he was also quite curious about the pot, which was on the left side of the main hall, Meng Qinglang walked over to touch it, it was cold, and he couldn't see anything material, turned to ask Xi Yan: "Does it have to be burned... why are you standing at the door?"

Xi Yan glanced around: "Hmm... okay." Frowning, he walked in with difficulty.

Huge divine power shrouded him, forming a huge oppression. He could only mobilize his ghost power to resist, and the room started to blow strong winds. Meng Qinglang was afraid that his roof would disappear again, so he hurriedly pushed him out: "Why are you so crazy? ?!"

Xi Yan blinked innocently: "This is the department of the underworld. Only gods with positions in the underworld can enter. I am a ghost, so of course I will be targeted."

Only gods with positions can enter?Meng Qinglang thought for a while, now that the underworld has become Anxi Group, as the chairman of the group, he is equivalent to a god, so he can enter.

Meng Qinglang took out a box, the brown box looked a bit old, Meng Qinglang touched the box, raised his head and asked Xi Yan: "If I give it to you, what will happen?"

Xi Yan looked at him with fiery eyes: "I will become a god and step on colorful clouds to marry you!"

Meng Qinglang looked disgusted: "What if I don't give it to you?"

"I will drive the newly bought wedding car to marry you!"

"That's fine, then I won't give it."

The author has something to say: Xi Yan: QAQ, thank you for the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

5 bottles of Leyu;

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