Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

The world is hot and cold, fireworks are hard to find, and people always have to sign up for a group to keep warm.

But Biqing and this person have received the only grace from God - they have a face like a banished fairy, but they accidentally had the background of an evil ghost. At the same time as they are in great contrast, they are also incompatible with the big stream, and will never be able to get close to ordinary people. .

For a long time, it will naturally end up in a humble or proud end.

As for Zhe Qing and this person...the stern face is cold, the smile is weak, the brows are warm, and the anger is indifferent, even the hair on the hem of the clothes blown by the wind when walking Aoxue Lingshuang's is obviously the latter.

It's fine if it's just arrogance, but it's not as unruly and willful as a paper tiger.His every move, every frown and smile is full of alienation, just like the snow lotus growing on the peak of Tianshan Mountain, above the cold sky and freezing alone, it seems that it is not fate that marginalizes him, but that he is not marginalized at all. Disdain to agree with this human fireworks.

The ghost world is closer to the human world than the heavenly world, and Mu Ziyun is the king of ghosts, so he can naturally be regarded as the fireworks in the human world, and he is one of those people that cold-faced beauties disdain to give charity.

But thanks to the ancestral curse, once Lord Ghost King is lucky enough to know that the cold-faced beauty is soft in heart, she is not as frozen as her appearance, but she has very bad thoughts, and she can't help but want to tease her and provoke her. He, it's good to see him smiling, or see him angry——

It was even better to see him cry.

But now he really and truly showed such an expression, such a lonely and sad meaning, obviously got what he wanted, but for no reason it made Mu Ziyun take a deep breath, as if his heart was being held by something. Tight as usual, could not help but frown.

I want to hear him talk more about the past, but I don't want to see him show such an expression.

Just now I have tried it out, family affairs are the bottom line of concealing peace, Mu Ziyun naturally wouldn't ask more questions, but the man suddenly mentioned it at this moment, he must have passed out drunk.

This is what you have to say...

Mu Ziyun struggled for a while, and then asked softly, "What?"

"We are now an alliance and a colleague. I can tell you, but you are not allowed to tell others, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" Mu Ziyun smiled and moved closer to him.

It is obvious that Qinghe is drunk. Drunk people either fall asleep or play drunk. After all, they are more unscrupulous than usual, but his excessive expression is not only in words, but also in body.

Mu Ziyun sat close to him, but he didn't hide, he just turned his body sideways, stretched out his hand, and pinched Mu Ziyun's face suddenly, as if he expected that if he said it, he would be punished. The person in front of you is like spreading the word, give a warning first.

He didn't strike lightly, and he didn't intend to let go, he pinched until the skin on that part turned red.

It's just that Mu Ziyun is very open-minded, and he doesn't feel annoyed when he is pinched. He just looks at him with a smile on his face, which makes Qinghe feel that he has punched the cotton, which is so boring.

"If I tell others, what are you going to do to me?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Mu Ziyun asked again.

"I'll just sew your mouth up with gold thread, and then pour the melted iron juice on it, so that if you want to open your mouth in this life, you have to tear it apart."

"It's so fierce." With a smile on his face, Mu Ziyun gently grasped his wrist, then shamelessly slid all the way up, wrapped the slightly cold back of his hand, and then pulled it to attach to Tang Pozi, and said He said, "little pepper."

The reason for concealing and becoming such a temper is naturally inseparable from the lone star of the evil spirit.

The birth of the lone star of Tiansha will bring disasters to the people around. If the lord stays alive all the time, he will make the family restless and never have a peaceful day. No matter who is with him, he will have a bad end.

This point is most vividly reflected in the mask and body.

It wasn't his birthday. His mother obviously gave birth at noon the day before, but it was delayed until the next day at Pingdan. His mother only hugged him for a while before suddenly bleeding profusely. Even the gods can't save it.

Jie Qinghe's father, named Jie Baichuan, is a well-known monk in the local area. It is rumored that he met the love of his life when he ascended to the door, and he abandoned Qingxiu and returned to the world of mortals.He was away that day and failed to catch up with his wife's delivery. When he returned home, he could only see her cold corpse, and the silent baby, the crystallization of their love.

Everyone thought Mrs. Jian's death was an accident, and the midwife who was in charge of delivering the baby had misremembered the time and asked about his son's birth date, so Jian Baichuan was naturally unaware that things would go this way.Like all monks and famous families, he taught Qingming and kung fu, sent him to learn art from a teacher, hoped that his son would inherit his father's career, and hoped that he would be promoted to become a talent.

However, everything changed when he was seven years old.

One after another, the Taoist temples of concealment and practice lost disciples one after another. The old Taoist figured out the name of the lone star of Tiansha, and hurriedly called someone to take him home.Jian Baichuan happened to be in another place, so the housekeeper of the house came to pick him up, but unexpectedly he met the royal family riding a horse in a busy city, and was trampled to death by a horse's hoof in the street.

"Knowing that I am the lone star of Heavenly Fiend, no one is willing to accept someone with this fate as an apprentice. I can neither worship a teacher nor go to school, so I can only stay at home." Unconsciously stroking Mrs. Tang's embroidered lace, said lightly, "The only person who can get close to me is my father, perhaps because he himself is not affected, and besides me, no one else close to him can be killed."

Mu Ziyun had thought of this kind of situation a long time ago. To put it cruelly, this is indeed the basic ethics of the lone star of Tiansha, but at this moment, it is more or less fragile when it is said from the mouth of Qinghe. One can't help feeling pity.

He asked: "You said that your father let you live alone, and that's when you started?"

"Yes."

"Then... why did he suddenly want to kill you?"

"That day he probably collapsed to the extreme. After all, I lived away from the crowd and lived in a high pavilion. In just one month, more than a dozen people were killed or injured in my family. As you know, from servants to hawkers who deliver vegetables , from relatives to his friends, no one was spared." Ge Qinghe paused, and said, "He raised his sword and tried to cut me, but I subconsciously reached out to block it, and the sword hit the silver bracelet left by my mother, and then It broke suddenly."

"Both he and I were stunned. My father lost his sword again and ran to hug me crying. I don't blame him, but I didn't want him to hug me, so I ran away." I couldn't help sniffing, and after a while, I continued, "In order to avoid him, I accidentally fell down from the window. The place where I live is the ancestral hall, and I fell through the roof. I fell Entered the pile of spirit slots, and smashed the spirit cards of the ancestors and ancestors to pieces."

"...You." Mu Ziyun couldn't bear it, and said softly, "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

Bi Qinghe shook his head, took a deep breath, and continued: "He tried to change my life later, but I refused, so he forced me to change it, and he died not long after, I don't know if he succeeded or not. I was not too old at that time, and my mental state was not good, so I don't know whether it is the method he figured out by himself is wrong, or there are other secrets."

This secret is self-evident, and it is naturally Ren Qizhi.

He looked up at Mu Ziyun again, and said, "The red mole on my chest may be from birth, or it may be left when I changed my life, but I don't remember clearly, so it's hard to say."

"Your father wants to change your life, why don't you agree?" Mu Ziyun thought about it and asked, "Isn't he trying to make up for it?"

She covered her eyes and looked at him with a serious expression: "No one wants the fate of being given by others."

"Is your father considered someone else?"

"Forget it." Covering Qinghe with his head down, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "On this matter, everyone is other people except myself."

"Then is there any situation... that other people are not other people?"

She covered her eyes and glanced at him, and replied with a meaningless sentence: "In some cases."

Mu Ziyun stroked the teacup with his fingertips, and tentatively said, "As for me, I'm in your heart, is there a time when I'm not someone else?"

Cover Qinghe glanced at him again, said: "Speak up."

For the first time, the cold-faced beauty didn't scold him for being sick, nor told him to get out, but used a more gentle word.

talkative...

As if being tickled by a feather in his heart, Mu Ziyun looked away and calmed down a little, before asking: "I think you're a little drunk, are you still playing?"

"Stop playing, I'm not interested in you or your affairs." As if he had been waiting for this moment, Ge Qinghe stood up abruptly after saying this, even though his body was staggering, he still maintained his indifference , "You suggested to play this, just because you want to see me embarrassing myself when I expose my scars."

Seeing that he couldn't stand still, Mu Ziyun hurriedly stood up with him, helped him upright, and coaxed him, "You're drunk."

"Even the sip of wine I drank just now seems to be in order to ask back—" Bi Qinghe seemed to have never heard of it, but Mu Ziyun happened to be standing in front of him, so he raised his hand to caress his abdomen, and used a finger as a The touch point, sliding down from the abdomen to the lower abdomen through layers of fabric, said, "It's all just in the dantian, and it didn't drink into the stomach."

Mu Ziyun quickly grabbed his hand, and said with a smile, "Don't pretend to be drunk."

"What's wrong with touching you?" Covering Qinghe's eyes, he unceremoniously pulled Mu Ziyun's girdle towards him, and said, "I know what kind of tricks you are playing, but I'm just too lazy to argue with you, it's you Don’t push yourself too far.”

The Ghost King who had been exposed was not shy, instead he grabbed the cold-faced beauty's precarious body like a dog's skin plaster, bent down and picked her up.

Covering Qinghe's heavy head and erratic footsteps, he was really careless as he said, allowing this person to hug him.

Hugging someone horizontally, the person being hugged is afraid of falling, so he will subconsciously wrap his arms around the neck of the person who is hugging him. Of course, Bi Qinghe did the same, but when Mu Ziyun placed him on the bed, he still behaved like this. Unconsciously, he hooked him and didn't let go, but instead bent the person's straight waist, and fell together with him on the soft collapse.

With the four eyes facing each other, he concealed his peace and said: "Your face is so red."

"Turn your internal energy into wine, and it will naturally appear on your face."

Mu Ziyun laughed generously, and was about to untie the man's arms from his neck, but who would have thought that the cold-faced beauty would not let go, and the two slender arms that were exposed from the inside slipped from his sleeves? The nape of the neck is intertwined and tightened.

He was kneeling on the side of the bed with one leg, supporting his body in a difficult posture. Now that the back of his neck was under pressure, he could only press down his body more and more with the movements of concealment.

Before the waist was broken, Mu Ziyun could only support himself with his hind legs, and knelt down on the bed.

In this way, the waist will not be broken, but the distance is too close——

Like flirting|flirting.

The ambiguity ends at just the right distance, and you can detect the other person's breath. Before Mu Ziyun can tease something in the future, he feels a heat on his face and touches the warmth——Bi Qinghe turned his head and bit him on the face .

"So thick-skinned, it's actually rosy."

It was like being bitten by a fire ant, and with the momentum of scorching the plains and destroying them, the bone-piercing heat burned from there in an instant. There was a "boom" in Mu Ziyun's head, and he felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly stood up , looked at the culprit——

Covering Qinghe loosened his bundle of hair at some point, his head full of troubled strands wrapped around his neck, he let go after biting this bite and saying that sentence, lay on his back generously on the bed, and pointed at Mu Zi Yun said softly, "I'm cold."

Mu Ziyun came back to his senses after being dazzled by the cold-faced beauty's bright eyes, and realized that the quilt piled on the side of the bed had been completely compacted by himself, so he quickly moved away from the person, pulled the quilt aside, and pulled him from head to toe. Covering his feet tightly, he sat on the floor beside the bed by himself.

Unexpectedly, after the man settled down for a while, he brushed his warm hand around his ear again, without any rules, which made his body stiffen for a while.

But it was obvious that Jian Qinghe was looking for him, Mu Ziyun grabbed the hand and turned around, just about to ask something, when he heard Bi Qinghe say: "Don't say it..."

He paused, and then said: "If you tell me, I won't tell you anything about me in the future."

"Okay, don't worry."

Mu Ziyun breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to tuck his hand back into the bed, but he deftly broke free.

"Hot." He muttered.

——Obviously just now he was making a fuss about being cold.

Mu Ziyun looked at him, unconsciously tenderness spread, but the rare smile on his mouth dissipated in an instant when he hid his hands into the quilt and covered it up.

It's not that he's hot, it's that his hands are hot.

It was clear that it was freezing cold outside, but just now he was drunk, but now his heart is warm.