Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

Maybe that person missed the best time, maybe Mu Ziyun's act of declaring sovereignty came in time, in short, nothing happened, and the two of them returned to the ghost palace safe and sound.

"It's not fun at all." Like the host, Ge Qinghe rushed into the dormitory angrily, then sat down on the chair angrily, pouted and said, "I want to take a bath and wash my hair."

Obviously, he was still angry at Mu Ziyun's suspicious behavior just now.

"Okay." Mu Ziyun didn't want to provoke him, so he responded with a good temper, and signaled the maids to prepare.

Covering Qinghe took the opportunity to turn his head to look at him, and commanded frankly and generously: "I don't know how to wash, I want you to wash for me."

This is of course false, such a lame lie, if you think about it carefully, you can find the irrationality in it, as the lone star of the evil spirit that everyone avoids, who has lived alone since childhood, how can he not clean up by himself? Where is the head?He just didn't want to touch the chicken and duck smell on his hair, now that the smell has changed, it's even more unpleasant, not to mention washing his hair, even throwing out all the clothes on his body.

It's a pity that he can lose his clothes, but he can't shave his hair cleanly, so he naturally left this job to Mu Ziyun.

Mu Ziyun didn't agree right away, he was already aware of the transformation of Qinghe, who was like a human being, and when he thought that Xiangxiang's limp Qinghe was gradually changing back to the wild cat appearance before, he felt a little dizzy.In addition to what happened today, all of them show that the person has an inexplicable entanglement with Yan Qinghe, but Yan Qinghe is completely ignorant, because he can't tell whether he is concealing it deliberately or has other secrets, Mr. Ghost King His patience is in a state of disappearing rapidly.

"Secret your lord, or let the servants come." The little maid who had to order and came back after picking up the clothes and cloth towels heard this, saw Mu Ziyun's gray face, and quickly responded.

The little ghost girl's name is "Green Wax", and she is one of the eight servant girls who serve closely in the Ghost King's Hall, and she is also the only girl among the eight who can withstand the evil spirit of the lone star of the heavenly evil. A little ghost girl named "Hongzhuang" transferred to the dormitory to take care of the peaceful daily life.

Covering Qinghe and looking at the source of the voice, he refused without thinking: "No, how can you, a little girl, do these things? Of course, whoever provokes it is the one who solves it."

After Lu Wa finished speaking, she felt that something was wrong, and she hesitated to speak, so Mu Ziyun waved her hand to signal her to prepare first, and then said to Bi Qinghe: "I asked you before, and I will take you when you say you want to go." You went."

He said it so naturally, as if he wasn't the one who concealed and threatened and lured him earlier.

It's just that he can't blame him, what kind of pot matches what kind of cover, he thought about covering up and now he won't cry like he did a few days ago, now that the beauty has no bargaining chip that makes people feel at a loss, Lord Ghost King He also pushed the boat along with the flow and changed his appearance to please.

"You take it as my pleasure..." Ge Qinghe was obviously annoyed by him, he slapped the table and stood up abruptly, his chest heaved several times before he could speak, "If I don't go, stay here and spoil things , you are going to kill me again!"

Mu Ziyun was speechless for a moment, but his heart was true.

And it is true that Zhe Qinghe has "grown up", he didn't bother after saying this, just skipped Mu Ziyun with red eyes, and walked towards the inner room - that's where he often bathes, this The ancestor obviously couldn't act like a baby and planned to wash it by himself.

He seems to have suddenly become obedient, but in fact no one knows exactly why, but in Mu Ziyun's eyes, this reaction has changed from crying and making a fuss to hide it, to a silent playing hard to get, as long as the beauty can show it. A little bit of grievance is equally effective.

In such a struggle, one side is bound to lose.

Mu Ziyun sighed, picked up the comb that Green Wax had left on the table as if resigned to his fate, and followed into the inner room.

There is actually a bathtub in the Ghost King’s Hall, but the cover-up and the evil spirit are too random, and changing a bathtub is much easier than repairing the bathtub, so Mu Ziyun let him bathe in the bathtub—but it’s also a good thing. I made this decision at the beginning, otherwise I would have to wash someone's hair today, wouldn't I have to strip naked and go into the bathtub.

Even if the beauty is hard to see, he still doesn't want to be honest with her in such a muddleheaded way.

"Whoever comes, whoever is a puppy." Jae Qinghe sat in the bucket with his back to the screen, and when he heard the movement, he cursed without turning his head.

Mu Ziyun laughed, took off his shirt in front of the screen, put on only a pair of trousers, moved a bench and sat by the bathtub, reached out to pick up his long hair that was covered and wet, and then cleared his throat. : "The puppy came to wash the puppy."

Bi Qinghe looked at him slightly sideways, then immediately showed his head back, and asked angrily, "Why are you doing this?"

"Sorry, there are too many things recently, and I feel a little depressed."

"No." Cover Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, as if a little lonely, "I mean...why did you treat me like this?"

Mu Ziyun combed his hair with a comb, and asked puzzled, "What?"

"You're still pretending...you're just putting on a show. You obviously don't like me, but you still pretend to care about me. What's the reason?" After covering up and speaking, he snorted again, pretending to be chic, "I know, now you have achieved your goal, so you treat me like this..."

Cover up and know for sure.

It's just that he lacked love since he was a child, his childhood was not smooth, and the people and things he met when he grew up were not so pure, and the emotions he got from them were even less worth mentioning. The purpose is not pure, but it is also the most profound he can feel, so it is inevitable to fall into it.

And the industrious ghost king who was accused just said: "Turn around, I'll give you a massage."

"Hmph." Zhe Qinghe snorted again, then turned around obediently.

Of course he was angry.

It's just that Master Ghost King's massage technique is too comfortable, so he decided not to go against Happy.

"I didn't mean that." Mu Ziyun said again.

"Hmph." Zhe Qinghe snorted again, and added angrily, "Whatever you mean, anyway, I'll go back when the Tianmen reopens, and I won't see you again."

Mu Ziyun laughed and said, "Okay."

Covering his eyes and closing his eyes, immersed in comfort, Mu Ziyun stared at him unscrupulously, from his pretty face all the way down, skipping his neck, shoulders and collarbone, and submerged into the steaming water.The glamorous beauty's characteristic that can only be seen from a distance and not be played with is really fragile, her pride gradually turns red in the mist, and he can use his hands and eyes to move people up and down just for the reason of massage Blasphemy all over again.

Purity stained with filth, bright red shattered nobility, these are the things he enjoys the most.

"I wanted to ask a long time ago, what is this?" Jie Qinghe opened his eyes at some point, raised his chin, and looked at the tattoo on Mu Ziyun's arm.

If Zhe Qinghe hadn't deliberately acted like a baby, his voice would have been reserved and cold, and Mu Ziyun's consciousness was immediately called out of the dangerous zone by him. Seeing the beauty looking at him, he replied without thinking: "It's the totem of the ghost king."

"Looks good, I want to get a similar tattoo too." After looking at it again and again, it was obvious that he really liked it.

Mu Ziyun's eyes couldn't help lingering on him, and he quickly refused: "No, tattoos are not good, I had to get them. You are born well, how can you get these tattoos?"

"I want it." Covering Qinghe looking at him with no expression on his face, he just repeated these words.

"No."

"I want it!" There was a hint of threat in his tone.

"Okay, okay, I'll get someone to tattoo you after you take a bath." Mu Ziyun responded, and neatly arranged her hair with her hands, signaling to cover up and come out to get dressed.

I really can't help it, so I agreed to do it. Mu Ziyun thought about it, but he couldn't really tattoo him with the totem of the ghost king. The only thing in the world that can be similar to the totem of the ghost king is the matching totem of the ghost queen.

What does it mean to be your own master? In front of Qinghe, the tattooed ghost guard didn't dare to ask too much. Thinking of the recent gossip, Quan being his own master means this, so he committed himself to taking out the special talisman paper from the box. .

In this way, by the time Mu Ziyun realized that something was wrong, it was already too late.

"you…!"

Mu Ziyun only felt that that moment just now was the most wide-eyed moment in his life for more than a hundred years.

The people under him must have some brain problems.

The ghost guard who was in charge of tattooing paused, and looked at Mu Ziyun with a look of death, and although the ghost king was angry, he couldn't scold the ghost guard in front of his face, after all, he said It's a tattoo, but it's actually a spell, and there's room for redemption—it's just that there's no feeling when the tattoo is on, and if you want to remove it, the pain will be unforgettable and ecstasy.

Lord Ghost King didn't try it either, he just knew it was painful, and he didn't want to let Yan Qinghe bear the pain.

"...That's all."

Mu Ziyun decided to accept the mistake and voluntarily admit it. He put his hands on his forehead and comforted himself: "The left and right tattoos are on the back of the neck. Once the clothes are on, they will block them, and others will not be able to understand them."

When the spell took effect, I felt a little sleepy. I covered myself up and yawned, and asked, "Why did you block it? Aren't these tattoos just for people to see?"

"People from the heavenly world have tattooed my ghost world map. You don't want to hide it, but you want to show it to others?" Mu Ziyun stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, and said, "Don't talk nonsense with others, and be careful not to get angry."

"...Okay." Bi Qinghe rubbed his eyes.

Mu Ziyun waved his hand to signal the ghost messenger to go down, took a cloth towel and sat on the edge of the bed, and said peacefully to the drowsy man, "Sleep, I'll wipe your hair for you, and you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning."

"Well...you have to come up to sleep too." Bi Qinghe lay on his lap so that he could wipe his hair.

It's just that the tone is ambiguous and the actions are also ambiguous, which really makes people feel distracted.

Mu Ziyun has a hot body, hides his body and is afraid of the cold. Recently, the weather in the human world has turned cold, and the ghost world has become even colder. Mu Ziyun can only act as a big soup lady and let him sleep in his arms every night.

Although I feel a bit taken advantage of, but... no one in the world would refuse a beauty to throw herself into her arms, right?Whenever he realizes that there is something wrong with the way the two of them get along, Mu Ziyun will comfort himself like this.

It's just... his days are coming to an end.

It was about another night, looking out the window, the sky in the ghost world was still dark and silent, if it was in the human world, it would probably be the dawn of the sky.

"Depend on!"

Mu Ziyun, who was sleeping, heard such a roar in a trance, and it echoed in his ears.

Consciousness came back in an instant, and as soon as he opened his eyes, the world spun, and the whole person fell out of the quilt that the two of them were covering together, and fell to the ground with a "gudong" along the side of the bed.

The room was quiet, Mu Ziyun was lying on his back on the ground, fully awake. Although the floor of the dormitory was made of wood, it was icy cold, and it was so cold and uncomfortable to lie on the human body——

But he didn't want to get up so quickly.

Or, to put it another way, there is a little bit... not daring to get up.