Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

"Speaking of which, you haven't explained to me why we can't stay in the big restaurant in the city, but why did we come to this small inn?" Looking at the bed that could barely fit two people side by side in the room, he covered his eyes and frowned slightly.

Mu Ziyun had just been pinched green by the big beauty, so naturally he won't be too tightly wrapped around him in a short time. He is standing by the window right now, playing with the things in the room. With a mouthful: "How expensive is the restaurant, you are not poor, or even heavily in debt, how dare I poke your heart..."

He didn't answer directly, and it seemed that he was deliberately covering up and making detours, which was suspicious.

But it's not to hide any inside information, it's purely subconscious... just to tease.

He has been talkative since he was a child, and he thinks that some girl in the neighborhood who is good-looking can specially pester and make people cry, which is very annoying.Even if he was thrown into the teacher's school to practice, the rules and regulations couldn't control his mouth. It was later he was promoted and became the king of ghosts, so he restrained himself in order to establish his majesty.

But for some reason, the moment he saw Jian Qinghe, the shelf that had been put up with great difficulty collapsed to pieces in an instant.

Perhaps it was because that person was good-looking, and when he was angry... he looked even better.

"Could you please stop talking nonsense." Covering Qinghe angrily, he sat down on the chair next to Mu Ziyun - because that chair had soft cushions.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, which startled Mu Ziyun. He stared at Bi Qinghe for a long time, his eyes lingering on the back of his neck for a long time, and after confirming that he had not been robbed, he said: "You come."

He stood by the window and waved to Bi Qinghe.

"You can't change your life if you want to. There is always a conditional limit. Ren Qizhi seems to like to find people born on Geng Shen Yue Ding Hai's day to practice. At least [-]% of them are like this, so the day tour The temple compiled a list and collected all qualified mortals in the northwest region."

After covering up and listening to half of what he said, he stood up, and he wisely moved out of his position so that people could see out of the window.

He continued: "According to the calculation of the year, month and time, the two families that are most suitable for casting spells today live here. You can see the yards of those two families from the window of this inn."

"If we see Ren Qizhi, shall we capture him alive or kill him on the spot?" Jae Qinghe followed Mu Ziyun's hand and glanced out of the window, saying.

"It's not that you don't know Tianting's way of doing things, it's naturally—" Mu Ziyun smiled meaningfully.

Seeing him like this, Bi Qinghe couldn't help frowning slightly.

Although the Heavenly Court and the Ghost Realm are not hostile, they are not grasshoppers on the same rope. If they are not careful, there will be friction. However, he is a fairy official, and Mu Ziyun, as the king of ghosts, naturally has to be careful everywhere.

It's just that it's really inconvenient to do things like this, and it's not a good feeling knowing that you are being suspected and guarded for no reason.

Mu Ziyun looked at the window without saying a word, concealed and touched his hair on the sideburns uncomfortably, thinking that he has lived for hundreds of years, and has always been open-minded, flexible, even if his temper is cold and easily irritable, he is by no means stubborn To the bone.Even if such a thing is not very handy, if the situation calls for being good, you can be good.

For example now-

Covering Qinghe's mouth and deliberating for a while, he said awkwardly: "Since I have accepted this job, we are allies... Since we are allies, I will not harm you or do anything to hinder you." -"

He saw Mu Ziyun looking over from the corner of his eye, and felt his face was hot, so he turned his head to the side, breathed a sigh of relief, and squeezed out the second half of the sentence from his teeth: "You can rest assured." to me."

"Qinghe..." As if seeing something extraordinary, Mu Ziyun looked at him and pursed his lips. After a long silence, he asked, "Are you covering up Qinghe?"

"Of course it is."

He covered his teeth and licked his back molars, obviously angry and impatient.

"The Qinghe I know wouldn't talk like that."

"Who said no?"

Mu Ziyun looked at him and teased: "I know Qinghe, when he senses that someone misunderstood him, he should twist the person's ear and say to him, 'I don't care to hurt you', how could I say that just now? Those soft words."

Bi Qinghe was rendered speechless by what he said, so he could only stare at him in silence.

Mu Ziyun thought for a while, and added: "Besides, you still treat me, don't you think I'm the worst."

"Why...why can't it work!" Covering Qinghe was grandiose for no reason, and because he was eager to explain himself, he also stuttered when he spoke again, "A man can bend and stretch, it's no fun arguing with you, it's better to show weakness."

"Then your obedient and dignified appearance just now is deceiving me."

Concealed and a little angry: "You..."

"Isn't it? Then you... don't really hate me that much?" Mu Ziyun smiled brightly, obviously enjoying it.

The ghost king's face was like a spring breeze, and after teasing this sentence, he continued to look at the small courtyard outside the window, and the beauty who had been taken for fun could be said to be darker than a pot, silent, complaining about why he had convulsions and showing weakness, while annoyed After that, they began to quarrel with this man again without nourishment.

More talk is useless, less talk is life-saving.

The two of them waited until the fourth watch of the second day before they saw any movement in the small courtyard.

Although the curse of the cover-up and previous spells has been undone, it seems that there are some inexplicable sequelae - such as sleepiness when it is cold.The early winter in the northwest is completely different from the early winter in the south of the Yangtze River. When the Guihuaping where the ghost palace is located is only slightly cool, the northwest is about to snow.

So he leaned against the wall and fell asleep unceremoniously. With Mu Ziyun by his side, it shouldn't be too late. Even though it was freezing cold and the wall was cold and stiff, he still fell asleep like this.

It wasn't until I heard the watchman beating the gong that I suddenly woke up.

Covering his eyes and opening his eyes, he saw that Mu Ziyun had been looking at him, and heard him say: "You finally woke up, this is the first time I've seen a god to rest."

"That's your ignorance."

Mu Ziyun originally wanted to tease him with the reason of "surveillance and sleep", but who knew that the beautiful woman had a red nose and a tired face. When the words came to his lips, he turned a corner and asked with concern: "Are you feeling well?"

"Thanks to you, it's the aftermath of the Rejuvenation Curse." Covering up and bluntly, he sniffed again and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"He came and left again." Mu Ziyun boasted bluntly, "I didn't even look at him to watch you sleep."

These words were sincere, Mu Ziyun realized early in the morning that Qinghe had fallen asleep leaning against the wall, and wanted to wake him up, but after thinking about it, he was soft-hearted and let him fall asleep.In order to see the small courtyard clearly, the windows in the room were opened wide open, and the cold wind came in from the outside, and he thought about moving him to the bed, but it was a pity that the current cover was a firecracker that would explode at the first touch. He didn't want to disturb people's dreams, so as not to be beaten again.

But in the end, he was afraid that he would fall and bump into someone if he fell asleep, so he kept paying attention.

Covering up and listening to his words, even the half-stretched waist was still, and the eyes looking at him were slightly widened, and said in disbelief: "You are sick, what does it have to do with me? You can leave it alone." I'll catch him, but I won't run away."

"Knowing that his target is you, how can I let you take risks?"

Xu Shixiong is sad about the beauty pass, and his coldness is always surrounded by tenderness. Looking at Qinghe who has just woken up and is still a little bit sleepy, Mu Ziyun was a bit serious when he said these words.

This person's sudden thoughtfulness coupled with his own conscience made it difficult to cover up and made him feel even more uncomfortable.

He pretended to snort coldly, trying to make amends for himself, and said: "This small inn has a total of twenty rooms, including the one you and I are staying in, and fifteen of them are people from the ghost world. , what are you worried about?"

"Of course you can rest assured only by looking at it yourself." Mu Ziyun smiled and said, "Ren Qizhi is so shrewd. I don't know if it's the person who came today. It's okay to let him go, not to mention that we have nothing to do with him. We know that if we act too hastily, we might make a mistake, so we might as well go and see how those two mortals are doing before making any further plans."

"That's right, let's go." Without much hesitation, Yan Qinghe turned around and headed out of the house.

Mu Ziyun caught up with him and asked, "It's cold outside, do you want me to take off my coat for you?"

"No need." Cover Qinghe said indifferently.

When they arrived, Guo Chengyun and another ghost messenger were already staying in the house.

Mask Qinghe stepped into the house before Mu Ziyun. It was obviously a firewood room, with firewood piled up in the corners, but the ground was inexplicably covered with thick hay, and a layer of bedding was laid on top of the hay. There are two...naked people, one old and one young.

At five o'clock in winter, the dawn was late, but there was a fire in the house and candles were lit, and the fire light printed all around brightly——I closed my eyes in despair and hoped that I was blind at the moment.

As soon as he stopped, his back naturally hit Mu Ziyun's chest.

"My lord, cover up your lord." Guo Chengyun naturally approached and greeted with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Mu Ziyun poked his head and took a look when Jian Qinghe stopped moving forward.

……

"You two stripped people so naked, do you want to freeze them to death so that you can go directly to the judge's hall for interrogation?" Mu Ziyun graciously pulled Bi Qinghe behind him, and walked forward by himself.

"Pick it up so you can check it." Guo Chengyun scratched the back of his head and smiled, "Look, we lit a fire, we won't freeze to death."

Another ghost messenger named Nie Wanqiu, he carefully recorded on the file with a pen in one hand, and replied: "My lord, the two people born on the day of Ding Hai in Gengshen month successfully changed their lives at Renyin time, and the verification is correct."

There are five watches in one night, that is, the first watch, the second watch, the third watch, the fourth watch, and the fifth watch. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the fifth watch is always when the gong is struck at the fourth quarter of Yinzheng.

Although today is not Gengshen month Dinghai day, but these two people were born on the same month and the same day, they couldn't help frowning to hide their doubts.

——Wait, Gengshen month, Dinghai day, Renyin time, this is obviously my birthday, how can there be such a coincidence...

"Well, what else?" Mu Ziyun didn't seem to notice, took the candle from Guo Chengyun's hand, and moved closer to the two bodies.

Nie Wanqiu responded, "They have a red mole on the same position on their chests, about the same size."

!

Concealed and dazed for a moment, he hurriedly went to Mu Ziyun's side to have a look together, only to see that the old and the young really had the same red mole on their bodies.

A strange emotion welled up in his heart, he suddenly felt a little guilty, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Mu Ziyun, and then subconsciously stroked his neckline - the place where there was a red mole under the clothes.