Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

"Ghost Seeing Sorrow" comes from Meng Po Zhuang. It is a wine brewed by Meng Po soup when she is free. It is only sold in the ghost world. Its effect is similar to that of "Forgotten" Meng Po soup.

Aside from the full-bodied alcohol smell, although "Ghost Seeing Sorrow" makes people drunk quickly, the drunk person will not have the discomfort of a hangover when he wakes up the next day. The combination of the two is perfect .

He slept soundly at night, and woke up early the next day. Now that the sky was just getting bright, he opened his eyes after covering up.The bedding and quilt provided by the inn were warm and soft, coupled with the strength of the alcohol to hypnotize him, he slept until his bones became limp.

It's just that he didn't have much reluctance to give up this gentle village, and he wanted to sit up when he woke up and his consciousness was clear.

As soon as he raised his hands up, who would have thought that his elbows unconsciously pressed down the ends of Mu Ziyun's hair scattered beside the bed, and the mattress on the bed was as smooth as silk. No, it was just that the head of the owner of the hair was pulled a little bit by accident.

Even if Lord Ghost King is clear-sighted, he will not cry out in pain because of his hair being pulled, at most he just takes a heavy breath, then silently turns his body along the force, facing the culprit.

When a person's body falls into a deep sleep, it will heat up, so that the cold-faced beauty wakes up at this moment, even though her face is indifferent, there are still two blush on her face, she looks extremely ignorant.

……

No matter how angry he was, he disappeared into the sky in an instant.

With the four eyes facing each other, Bi Qinghe was already a little guilty, and now he was staring at him so much that his heart was trembling, so he could only kiss his lips in embarrassment, and explained: "It was accidentally pulled."

There was a charcoal fire in the room, and after a night of baking, Qinghe's lips were a little dry due to the warmth, but at this moment they were covered with a layer of water because of his movements - Mu Ziyun stared at him expressionlessly. The pale pink was in a daze, and it took a long time to reply: "It doesn't hurt, I don't mean to blame you."

This answer is reasonable, but there is always some strange sense of déjà vu emerging.

"Who cares if you hurt or not."

Covering his eyes and frowning slightly, he felt that Mu Ziyun was baffled, but he didn't take it to heart. He just regarded him as a disgusting person with his words as always, so he said sarcastically: "You deserve the pain, who told you to sit on the ground and put your head down?" Play on the bed."

"After all, you didn't mean to make me hurt." After being scolded by him like this, Mu Ziyun was not angry. He just raised his hand and rubbed the painful spot on his head, and said with a smile, quite a bit. Delicate meaning.

"Get up, I want to get out of bed." Jae Qinghe sat up wrapped in a quilt, raised his eyebrows to signal Mu Ziyun to get out of the way, and the latter stood up immediately as if his ass was on fire.

Perhaps his response was so quick that it was a bit strange. He concealed himself and was full of suspicion, so he couldn't help but glance at him again, and asked, "Did you... just sleep on the floor last night?"

"...you are on the bed, where can I sleep if I don't sleep?" Mu Ziyun paused for a while, then turned around pretendingly, took off the clothes hanging on the clothes rack and went back to the bed, and said, "If you are with me You sleep, won't you wrench my head off when you wake up this morning."

"You are quite self-aware." Zhe Qinghe took the clothes in his hand with a soft snort, and retracted himself into the quilt again.

Qinghe is a very particular person. In order to match the clothes beautifully, the three layers of clothes are far beyond the standard configuration of inner, middle and outer clothes. It is very cumbersome, and each piece is extremely thin. freeze.

Mu Ziyun stood beside the bed with his arms folded, staring at the moving blanket.

I don't know when, a problem has been planted in his heart, and this problem was just catalyzed by the spring scenery last night, and it doesn't need to be fermented overnight, it is enough to make Mu Ziyun no longer be cheeky and frank. Sleep with the mask and lie in the same quilt.

In this way, to abide by the rules, you cannot lie on the bed.

But Mu Ziyun was really frank, thinking this way in his heart, but he didn't want to be too far away from others, so he gave up on sleeping, directly pulled a cushion and spread it on the floor, and sat on the cover and the head of the bed all night.

Mu Ziyun stared at it for a long time, and Xu Shi felt that the quietness in the room was strange, so he had nothing to say, "You were drunk last night..."

"I don't remember." Yan Qinghe said bluntly, "Why did you mention it all of a sudden?"

When Mu Ziyun wanted to talk to someone, he naturally knew how to measure it. He would never take the initiative to bring up the spring flowers and autumn moons that happened between the two of them last night. I was afraid that you would beat me up when you woke up, so I just took off your coat for you...and didn't take a bath for you."

"Thank you so much." A muffled response came from under the quilt.

"After washing in a while, let's go to the ghost world first and then come back, and go to that family's house to have a look." Seeing that Qinghe put on his clothes and poked out from under the quilt, Mu Ziyun put his hair on the dressing table. Passed it over.

Covering up and fastening the girdle, he took the hair tie in astonishment, and replied: "...Okay."

——This guy... a little too attentive.

If Qinghe was a natural person with slow emotions, he wouldn't find it weird, nor would he feel that Mu Ziyun's behavior was so abnormal.But he is a delicate and sensitive person, even if the inappropriateness in Mu Ziyun's heart is only revealed a little, it is inevitably magnified in his eyes.

With this focus, a kind of sticky tension like honey gradually sprouted, pervading, pulling, and entangled between the two of them.

It's just that the more I think about it, the more something is wrong, and the more I think about it, the more irritable I feel.

Mu Ziyun was ironing a teacup at the table with his back on his back, when he looked up, he saw that Qinghe had put on his shoes and socks and was in a hurry to go out, so he hurriedly yelled: "Qinghe, wait..."

Covering Qinghe's footsteps, he turned his head angrily, and asked, "What are you doing, you want to stop me from cleaning my hands?"

"No--"

Mu Ziyun's eyes were full of the same concealed Qinghe from last night, but when he woke up, he seemed to be back before the birth of heaven and earth. door.

There was no intention of waiting for him.

Obviously, Mu Ziyun didn't realize that it was harmless for others to wash their hands without waiting for him, and instead, he felt a sense of loss because of it.

But he was lost, even if he only went to the thatched hut in the backyard, he was not at ease, he thought in his heart that for the sake of the hut being intact and the safety of other people present, he picked up the teapot and followed.

Zhe Qinghe didn't walk fast, but when Mu Ziyun followed him to the hut, he caught him closing the door smartly, blocking people out.In this way, Mu Ziyun couldn't be cheeky and squeeze in, lest he see something he shouldn't see, and then be chased and killed.

Even though the warm sun in winter is not as poisonous as in midsummer, it can still bring a little warmth to people.But now the sky has just dawned, the sun has not yet risen, and the wind is blowing dutifully. The huts that the small inn can provide are very simple. Naturally, the wind is blowing from all sides, and it is surprisingly cold.

This early in the morning, only the kitchen masters in the inn would get up early to make purchases to prepare breakfast, and it was estimated that no one would come near here, so Ma Qinghe relaxed a little, and concentrated on solving the big things in the morning.

Just now when he came in, he saw a bucket of water by the door, which should be used for washing hands, but it was freezing cold this day, and the bucket of water along with the wooden ladle had long been frozen into lumps of ice.

Without much thought, Bi Qinghe ignited the fire in his palm and melted water on the spot.

"Qinghe, are you alright?" Mu Ziyun's urging voice came from outside the door.

Covered up and said softly: "Shut up."

The people outside were reprimanded by him, but if they really stopped making a sound, Bi Qinghe stared at the half-melted bucket of water, concentrating on thinking whether to wash his hands in ice water now - after all, the person is urging, so it is better not to waste Good time.

Ice is very pure, and after turning into water, it has the ability of mirror image. When I cover myself and look at the reflection, I am about to stretch out my hand. Who would have thought that suddenly a distorted human face would suddenly appear from the reflection on the water surface.

"Who!"

Covering Qinghe, he suddenly turned his head away, and at the same time moved his calf, picked up the whole bucket of water, pinched a few knuckles in his hand like flowers, and a blue light shot out and hit the vacated wooden bucket, the half-melted water in the bucket The water in the water condensed into ice in an instant, and smashed straight at the figure along with the force.

Covering Qinghe is not a warrior, he would use too much force when he was very nervous, after the wooden barrel as hard as a frozen stone hit the target, he used the remaining strength to bring the uninvited guest and directly smashed a hole in the wall of the hut, The pillars of the wall were broken, and half collapsed in an instant.

"Qinghe!"

Hearing the disturbing movement, Mu Ziyun was naturally anxious, not caring whether he might see something he shouldn't, so he kicked open the fragile door of the hut.

Covering Qinghe was standing by the door frame, seemingly unharmed, Mu Ziyun heaved a sigh of relief, quickly pulled him to his side, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Bi Qinghe waved his hand, motioning him to look at the mess on the other side of the hut.

The figure that was concealed and seen just now was obviously solid, but it softened while being pressed by the ice bucket. At this moment, in front of the two of them, a wisp of white emerged from the twisted mouth and nose of the puppet. When the smoke came, the bulging entity also shrank, leaving only a thin piece of human skin.

Mu Ziyun frowned and said, "It's a puppet."

"It just appeared suddenly, and the face was painted like a ghost, which scared me." Zhe Qinghe said indifferently, "Walking around in broad daylight without doing anything, It was clearly a demonstration."

"Indeed, knowing that there is only a wall between me and you, and that I will never let you make any mistakes, you dare to be so bold." Mu Ziyun's face darkened a little, obviously unhappy.

However, his focus seems to have gradually drifted away, and he asked again: "When did he appear? Did he see you wearing pants?"

"...You must be sick." Covered and rolled his eyes in disbelief, if he was still in shock before, it was replaced by speechlessness at this moment, making people just want to slap him.

But Bi Qinghe resisted the urge to do it, just because he noticed that Mu Ziyun was still holding a teapot in his hand, so he asked in surprise, "What are you doing with the teapot?"

"There is hot water in it. I wanted to ask you to drink it before coming back. Drinking a glass of warm water in the morning is good for your health, but you didn't listen to me." Mu Ziyun lifted the water bottle and shook it in front of him, pouted. The accusation seemed a little bit wronged.

Treating people's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, concealing Qinghe not only did not feel ashamed, but also said frankly: "That's because you didn't speak directly enough, and you hesitated for a long time without pointing out the main point."

After he finished speaking, he asked again: "Then what are you doing now with the kettle?"

"I thought it was cold outside, and the water must have frozen, so I brought it out to wash your hands." Mu Ziyun looked at the ice scum in the mess, reached out and picked up the cloud sleeve that covered the peace, and said, "Come on, reach out."

Covering up and staring blankly for a moment, he stretched out his hand as he wanted, and the warm and hot water dripped on his hand, and the alternation of hot and cold aroused a burst of excitement, rushing straight from the tailbone to the back of his head, which made him feel distracted.

--What exactly is going on.

Zhe Qinghe rubbed his hands slowly while looking up at him, and was even more surprised to see Mu Ziyun's expression was the same.