Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

One day has passed since the third day of confinement, and Qinghe spent a whole day nestling in the only small room in Xiaoshuangtai, thinking about it, but still can't figure out how people can say "the father and the son didn't sleep overnight". Enemy" such absurd words.

Right now the two of them don't say it's just an overnight stay, it's almost a lifetime since they met each other, yet when they meet again, they still confront each other like this.

When Mu Ziyun made side-by-side inquiries earlier, Zhe Qinghe realized that maybe Zhe Baichuan was still alive, maybe he and his father would meet again one day.

He wasn't expecting much, but it wasn't that he didn't look forward to it. He had naively thought that these hundreds of years of separation might make some changes in Baichuan. Such a crazy desire to control.

But the facts have proved that it is impossible for people to change easily. If Baichuan had such a state, he would not still be ruthless to stumbling Mu Ziyun after he abdicated.

Not to mention trying to scrape the flesh off the back of his neck with a dagger when he found the ghost queen totem.

To be honest, what you think in your heart is someone else's business, and you don't care about it, and you don't want to know what you think about Baichuan, but if your thoughts turn into actions, at the moment the dagger is pulled out from your waist, even if you don't see blood , but it is enough to cover up and hurt.

There are a hundred kinds of sad things in the world, hiding Baichuan makes him angry, but Mu Ziyun makes him cold.The shiver was like a spreading mist, rushing from his thigh all the way up to his arm, with a wet chill that could disrupt his breathing in an instant.

Anger is like a flame, it burns hotter and hotter, but acidity is like a sea wave, his heart is like a flat boat, tossing and surging endlessly, isn't it even more uncomfortable?

In this way, Yan Qinghe had to recall what Yan Baichuan said in an almost masochistic manner, so that he would be immersed in pain all the time and have no time to think about other things.

It would be fine if the surroundings were quieter, but outside the window there were always birds chirping and chirping very loudly, always forcing him to withdraw from the pain.

Not to mention that his little Shuangtai has no trees, no eaves, and the living environment is not suitable. After thinking about it for a while, how can there be such free-ranging birds in the heaven, and they are so noisy. A good fairy official, wouldn't he immediately become a roasted bird?

Looking at the silhouette of the bird through the light outside the window, it should be a bird. It was a headache to cover up and be quarreled, or maybe it was ridiculous to be angry with the bird, so it simply released the enchantment of the window.

The three-day confinement order was given by Mrs. Xi, but in fact he was the one who was going to hide and lock him in Xiaoshuangtai. How could he not know where the little bird came from, and how could he not know the consequences?

After covering up and releasing the imprisonment, but without opening the window, the sparrow was self-reliant, opened the window with its head, and hopped into the room.

He just concealed that Qinghe was still struggling with what little self-esteem he had left, so he couldn't bear to look at it, and the bird jumped directly in front of him—it turned out to be a silver-throated long-tailed tit in winter state, with a round white Round, fluffy and cutely tight.

With something in its beak, the little sparrow landed lightly in front of him, lowered its head and put down a few small red grains on the table, then tilted its head to look at him.

Cover up and fiddle with the few grains with your hands.

This thing is the most Acacia.

"Red beans are not as good as my lovesickness."

The bird on the table neither turned into a human form nor opened its mouth, but Mu Ziyun's voice flashed through his mind——

The potency of the totem.

This was enough to make Bi Qinghe angry. He swept the red beans to the ground with a wave of his hand, and the hand that pointed at the snow-white dumpling was trembling, and even his voice was tinged with this anger: "Mu Ziyun! If you continue to play like this Don’t blame me for being rude!”

……

"This is the last time."

Mu Ziyun turned into a human and stood in front of him.

Covering his eyes and eyes flushed, before he could continue to scold him, Mu Ziyun lifted up his sleeves first, as if he wanted to remind him of his sad memories, revealing the totem tattoo, wouldn't it be like stealing something and having nothing to do with it? The original owner is a habitual offender who shows off, from bad behavior to heart.

He was so angry that he couldn't speak, Mu Ziyun didn't say a word, he took a few steps towards him, and attached his other hand to him, the movement was so decisive and quick that he almost didn't see his hand clearly The palm flame that ignited.

With a sound of "Zi", white smoke and burnt smell slipped out from between the fingers, and slipped into the nasal cavity that covered Qinghe, causing a burst of uneasiness.

The flame in the palm looks like ordinary fire, but it is worse than ordinary fire. When the flesh is burned, the pain intensifies. times.

Sometimes, there are some things that are meaningful only for those who can’t say them. Abnormalities and bumps are everywhere depicting sincerity; but if people who often talk about love say it, it is easy to appear to have no sincerity.

What is the situation now?Cover up and do not understand.

"You, what do you mean?" He was inexplicably frightened, and subconsciously leaned back.

It's a pity that the chair he was sitting on had no backrest, and he fell backwards—

At the very moment, Mu Ziyun restrained Qinghe's arm and pulled him back from the unbalanced state, then silently squeezed his chin, and before he could react, he bowed his head towards those whitish lips, Kissed.

! ! ! ! !

After touching each other for a moment, Bi Qinghe's eyes suddenly widened, he pushed Mu Ziyun violently and successfully pushed the person away, but he fell off the chair in a panic and fell to his ass in embarrassment.

The action of falling to the ground can be said to be defenseless, covering up and trying to stand up, but Mu Ziyun seemed to be afraid that he would run away, so he immediately held him down, and after several struggles, he rolled to the ground with him. on the ground.

After all, Mu Ziyun was not willing to let Yan Qinghe lie on the cold ground, but he was extremely uncooperative. He hid when he wanted to hug him, and he hid when he wanted to pull him up. Fortunately, he was light enough and not strong enough to lift him up easily. being lifted up.

After going back and forth, Mu Ziyun finally managed to hug Qinghe who was trying to escape, and squeezed into the narrow corner of the wall.

Bi Qinghe was still flustered, even more: "Let me go! What are you doing now..."

The first time it was a light taste, the second time it was like a storm, just like the suffocation that would occur when you look up at the raindrops, you can't help but feel confused and swaying.

Panic is like an ant that eats at the heart, covering up and trembling violently, subconsciously wanting to rely on others, but self-esteem votes against it, so it can only hang powerlessly by the side, with nowhere to rest.

He still wants to escape, but it's a pity that there is a cold wall behind him, and Mu Ziyun's embrace in front of him. Whether he retreats or advances, flees or welcomes, he is in a state that cannot be controlled by him.

Heaven is often sunny in April, but at this moment, the smoky heat is coming from all directions. The heat makes him feel dizzy and dizzy, and the moist touch on his lips is obvious, which barely pulls his thoughts back a little.

It’s just that he was so nervous, his eyes were closed tightly, he forgot to breathe for a while, and he thought he stepped into a cloud in a trance. I don't know if it will fall, and I don't know when it will fall.

Maybe falling isn't bad either.

Just because it's so gentle.

He gradually lost his struggle and no longer contended with it, allowing himself to fall into the clouds and fall into a warm embrace.

Until Mu Ziyun's courage and impulse were exhausted, he was finally willing to let go, but his eyes almost stared at two holes in the face of the owner of the lips.

Covering Qinghe lowered his head as soon as he opened his eyes, unwilling to have any communication with this apprentice who just belittled him, but he couldn't restrain his heart, pursed his lips slightly, and diffused the water light above him instead.

Lord Ghost King was unsteady, so he probed to peck lightly again, causing the beauty to stiffen, and then tentatively asked: "Did it scare you?"

It seemed that Jian Qinghe didn't want to argue with him, or maybe it was for other reasons, but he didn't slap him, but just shook his head silently.

Kissing is both plundering and comforting. Seeing that he was no longer overly agitated and at least regained his rationality to listen to others, Mu Ziyun slightly distanced himself from him, pressed against his forehead and rubbed against his nose. It was miserable: "I have been in the sun for a whole day, and my body is very itchy."

"You don't even have a rash on your body, why is it itchy?" Zhe Qinghe was finally willing to speak, looking at him panting.

"Of course! It's all over the face. I'm just worried that it won't look good. I used my spiritual power to suppress it before." Mu Ziyun honestly opened his sleeves to let him see, and then, as if aggrieved, he muttered in a low voice, "I can't see you, my heart itches even more, itches so much that I'm dying."

Covering Qinghe's silence, Mu Ziyun grabbed his hand and put it on his body, jokingly said: "It's true, give me a scratch for Qinghe~"

"Come on less." Bi Qinghe waved his hand away.

Unexpectedly, Mu Ziyun was not discouraged, and directly buried his head in Qinghe's arms, like a coquettish fox, acting obedient on the surface, but thinking of bad ideas in his heart.

Masking Qinghe's heart was pounding, he was afraid that this thought would be discovered, so he quickly pushed Mu Ziyun's head, pretending to be calm and taunting: "Let go of me, are you a dog?"

"Yes." Mu Ziyun replied generously, then buried his head back in Qinghe's arms, and said with a smile, "Two days have passed since the three days of confinement, and I will follow you for the rest of the time .”

"Do you want to die? Allergies are no joke, don't die here, I've just started building." Masking Qinghe stopped talking angrily, and urged, "Let me go."

From just now, Ji Qinghe only said four short sentences to himself, and three of the four sentences were rejections. Mu Ziyun still had no idea. After all, not everyone can accept coercion, so Samsam let go of him.

But thinking about it carefully, I did this thing three times at once, and each time was more extreme than the first time. I didn't cover up and didn't bite him, that was unwillingness, that was not annoying.

He doesn't want much, it's enough if he doesn't hate it.

He covered himself up and sat back at the table—the only chair with his back facing him, thinking about something, anyway, his ears were terribly red.

Looking at Qinghe's back, Mu Ziyun suddenly felt his mouth dry, he couldn't help licking his lips, and then caught a glimpse of the teacup on the table, and asked, "Can I drink it?"

"Yeah." Ge Qinghe replied.

After getting the answer, Mu Ziyun raised his head and drank it, but unexpectedly there was baijiu in the teacup, and the cold wine entered his throat, which made him frown.

It's no wonder that there was no response from Bi Qinghe, because he was not in the mood, and he was still here to drink away his worries.

Mu Ziyun hesitated for a long time, then squatted down next to Jian Qinghe, pawing at his legs, like a big dog, looking at him with bright eyes, waiting for his favor, or in other words, waiting for him to fall in love with him.

He has never encountered such a situation, nor has he had such an experience. It is the first time for him to like and comfort others, and he really does not know what to do.

But Zhe Qinghe didn't say anything, and he didn't have the mood to say it when he thought about it, he took out two jars of wine from under the table, stuffed them into Mu Ziyun's hands, and said: "Drink with me, I'll let you stay. "

Mu Ziyun only knew that he was sad, so he complied with this request, but he didn't know that Bi Qinghe wanted to get himself drunk on purpose, so as to give himself a step up and an excuse.