The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

When he didn't know what to say to the Night King, Xiji was flustered for a while.To be honest, it was impossible. He resisted this option from the bottom of his heart. After all, people's hearts are changeable. If the King of Day and Night detested him that day, or if something happened to him, he would only be the one who was unlucky.

Ignoring the slightest sadness in his heart, Xiji tried hard to think about how he should talk to the Night King about these things, or get things over.Thinking of this, Xiji couldn't help but bring a bit of sadness on his face.

Lu Yin, who had been by the side, looked at Xiji's frowning look, and realized that what she said just now seemed to be the cause of her son's unhappiness. This realization made her a little uneasy, and she moved closer to Xiji In front of Ji, he asked nervously, "My lord, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing Lu Yin's concerned words, Xiji looked in her direction, forced a smile, and said lightly: "I, I'm fine, I just suddenly thought of something."

Lu Yin stared at Xiji worriedly, looked at his face that couldn't hide anything, and felt that he didn't seem to be okay.He just looked at Xiji who didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask any more questions.

On the other hand, Bi Jiang, who was sitting on the side and didn't talk much, looked at Xiji thoughtfully after listening to the conversation between the two.

After Xiji comforted Lu Yin who cared about her, she began to worry again. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration. Since she couldn't tell the truth, she said that she had dreamed about it.This is a line that will appear in every time-traveling script, so it should be okay to say so.

After finalizing his ideas, Xiji began to draw up a draft in his heart, thinking about how to tell the Night King when he went back, even the sadness on his face was a little less.

Seeing Xiji, Lu Yin's mood improved again, and the worry in her heart dissipated, she only thought that her young master thought of something unpleasant just now, so she was depressed.On the other hand, Bijiang, seeing Xiji's reactions, was a little hesitant to say something, but he didn't seem to say anything.

On the way back, Xiji made up a fairy dream in his heart and took him to see the nonsense of the future.When the carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, Xiji, with the help of his servants, ran to his study with the gift he gave to the Night King.

The Night King knew that Xiji was coming, but the first thing he saw was the box in his arms. Judging from its shape and size, it didn't look light at all. He could even clearly see that Xiji's hand was covered by the box. Red marks pressed by things.The Night King frowned, and asked in a cold voice, "You carry such a heavy thing by yourself, where is the servant?"

The volume of the Night King's scolding was not high, but it still gave Xiji a jump. Xiji slowed down his steps towards the Night King, looked at the Night King in a daze, and said softly: "I think Carry it yourself and show it to the adults."

After Xiji finished speaking, he saw Night King's thin lips slightly pursed, looking very displeased.

The atmosphere between the two began to become weird, and a sensible book boy walked over immediately, and respectfully took what Xiji was holding.

Xiji thanked him politely, and followed the man to the Night King's side.

The Night King didn't look at the large-looking box that was placed on his desk, but looked at Xiji's hands first, and saw a few obvious red marks on those white and tender hands, which looked more It was even more obvious from a distance, and the breath around him suddenly became colder and colder.

Sensing the change of the Night King, Xiji didn't know why the Night King was angry again, and called out cautiously, "My lord?"

Hearing Xiji's cowardly question, the Night King looked up at him with sharp eyes, then looked at his palms, and said sarcastically: "You carry such a heavy thing and walk for so long, your hands don't feel uncomfortable. ?"

Hearing this, Xiji glanced at his red hand, then at the Night King who was obviously angry over there, and immediately understood the reason why the Night King was angry, and couldn't think of what to say for a while, so he squirmed a few times Lips, whispered: "These things are not heavy."

The Night King didn't continue to speak, but squinted at him, took his hand, stroked the red marks on it, and said as if talking to himself: "Why can't you let your servants do these things for you?" Woolen cloth?"

When Xiji heard what the Night King said, he didn't know how to answer, so he could only look at him pitifully.

The Night King looked at himself, cowardly like a puppy, staring at his own Siji with a pair of wet eyes, unable to say much.She glanced at him again, then let go of his hand, averted her eyes, and set her eyes on the unpretentious looking box.

He was afraid that if he stared at Xiji again, he would lose control of his inner mania and do something out of the ordinary.He is not only angry at Siki's disobedient behavior, but also hates his uncontrollable psychology.

Xiji couldn't feel the entanglement in the night king's heart. Seeing the night king staring at the box at this time, he thought he was interested in the box, so he hurried to the box, opened the box, and revealed the things inside. Then he excitedly introduced to the Night King: "My lord, this is the surprise I told you a few days ago to give you."

After finishing speaking, he took out all the things inside and placed them in front of the Night King. Then he picked up a brush, dipped it in some ink, put it in the hands of the Night King, and said to him: "My lord! , This is a writing brush, which is used for writing. What was just dipped in ink, with that, the writing brush is useful.”

While listening to Xiji's introduction of how to use these things, the Night King shifted his gaze to the hand that Xiji was holding him, and saw that white hand covered his big hand with well-defined joints, which looked abnormal harmony.

As soon as Xiji finished the introduction, he let go of the hand holding the Night King, looked at him and encouraged him: "My lord, hold it like this, try to write a few words first."

The Night King noticed that the temperature on the back of his hand disappeared, and then looked at the thing he was holding in his hand. After a moment of silence, he still took the thing and wrote on the white paper.

Even though the Night King already knew how to use this thing, there were people below who had sent these things, but if it really counted, this was the first time he used it.Under Xiji's earnest eyes, the Night King controlled the strength in his hand and began to write slowly.

Maybe it's because the Night King is more talented, or because he usually has good control over his strength, so after writing two crooked characters, the Night King quickly mastered the writing skills, and the characters he wrote are also very good. It gradually took shape, much better than when Xiji wrote it for the first time.Even Xiji, who was next to him, couldn't help but said with a little jealousy: "Master, you are really amazing. When I first wrote it, it was much worse than this."

"Really?" Night King looked at the words he had written, but he was actually not very satisfied, especially when he saw the few unformed words in front of him, his brows frowned even more.

Xiji has been watching the reaction of the Night King, and naturally saw his displeasure, stretched out his hand and crossed the words written by the Night King, Xiji said with a sigh: "Yes, my lord, What I wrote at that time, I couldn’t even recognize what I wrote.”

Xiji's words seemed to please the Night King. He looked at the things on his table indifferently, raised the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice, "If that's the case, it's really bad."

When Xiji heard the undisguised ridicule of the Night King, he immediately shifted his gaze to his face, his eyes were fierce, and he wanted to say something, what's going on with you recently, why do you like to hit me so much?

Xiji was thinking of domineering, but he didn't dare to speak, he could only glared at the Night King. Just when Xiji was secretly discussing the Night King in his heart, the Night King put down the brush in his hand and looked up at Xiji. lucky.

Siki froze immediately in fright.

Seeing the frozen expression on Xiji's face, the Night King seemed to have guessed something, chuckled, and then moved his gaze to the words he had just written.

Seeing this, Xiji breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could catch his breath, he heard the Night King continue to say: "What Jill made this time is very useful, I don't know where Jill came from Where do you know these methods? After all, this king has never seen these things before, and he has never even heard of them."

Hearing these words, Xiji's heart skipped a beat, as if he had finally arrived.And he knew that the Night King was angry. After all, he would call himself the king in front of him only when he was angry.Looking at the Night King who stared at him after saying this, Xiji found that he couldn't say what he had just thought about.

The Night King was very patient, watching Siji silently, waiting for his answer.

Xiji opened his mouth, then looked around as if realizing something.

The Night King watched Xiji's movements, and also realized that there were other people around him, so he winked and told the servants in the room to retreat completely.

It wasn't until there were only the two of them left in the room that the Night King looked at Siji again, his eyes were still calm, but very oppressive.

Xiji looked at the eyes of the Night King that were quite stressful for him, couldn't help swallowing, and then said what he had prepared a long time ago, "Well, my lord, I think you may not believe me if I say it .”

The Night King looked at him, and asked lightly, "You didn't say anything, how do you know I don't believe it?"

Because he himself thinks it's nonsense!After muttering in his heart, Xiji looked at the Night King again. After struggling for a long time, he still told the story he had made up, "Sir, I know these things. They were all taught to me by the fairy in the dream. In the dream, he took me to It’s an amazing place where everything is different and where I learned a lot.”

"What kind of place is that?" The Night King seemed very interested in what he said, and then asked.

Hearing the question from the Night King, Xiji seemed to be recalled all of a sudden, and said with nostalgia in his eyes: "Everyone is equal there, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and everyone can do what they like. The most important thing is , people there can live well whether they have money or not.”

Listening to Xiji's words, the Night King looked at the nostalgia in his eyes, and the hands he was holding gradually turned into powder.

It wasn't until Siji finished speaking and looked at the Night King again that Sigi realized that his eyes were staring at him without blinking.

Realizing this, Xiji blushed, looked at the Night King and asked with some embarrassment: "My lord, did I talk too much?"

The Night King looked at him, without any emotion in his tone, "The place you mentioned is indeed very good."