Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

The soul-attracting water mixed with spiritual energy, just like the ink-washing pool, the transparent pool was dyed with shapes, but gradually dispersed, and finally merged into a gray one.

The two looked at the ball of water floating in mid-air and were silent for a moment, then covered their eyes and asked, "What do you think?"

It's not because he's ignorant, after all, he's still a rookie fairy official.

"Wait and see." Mu Ziyun kept his eyes on for fear of missing any information, "The reminder from the lake is much more direct than the vague words of the gods."

Just as they were talking, a few drops of water suddenly fell from the mass in mid-air, and when they dripped on the ground, two hexagram images spread out, one with six short horizontal lines, and the other with two long horizontal lines sandwiching two short horizontal lines.

Covering Qinghe and looking at the water marks on the ground, he said: "Kun Liuduan... Li Zhongxu."

"Li is fire, located in the south, and separated from the light, and the light is gorgeous. Kun is the earth, located in the southwest, containing all things, running continuously, and has a smooth appearance." Mu Ziyun murmured to himself as if reciting a scripture some.

"That's a hot place with little water." Yan Qinghe was thoughtful.

"Southern Border."

While talking, Mu Ziyun put the remaining water ball back into the white jade porcelain. At this moment, he also realized that something was wrong, so he looked at Zhe Qinghe, and confirmed, "Did we hear it from someone before?"

……

"I said it just now." After a pause, Zhe Qinghe said, "Then there is Chi Wenying."

Should have thought of it earlier.

He felt a little regretful, in the end it was because his mother had been away from his world for too long, so long that he couldn't remember anything related to his mother, couldn't think about it, and couldn't even recognize the bracelet pattern when he saw it in other places.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have waited until now to realize the trickiness and wasted so many opportunities.

"It's okay, it's not too late now." Mu Ziyun covered his hand on his knee.

Covering his eyes and narrowing his eyes to look at him, he said hastily, "I swear it's really not the effect of the totem now."

Mu Ziyun spoke eagerly, as if he was worried about covering up and disbelieving, he even rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hands in front of his eyes.

Just now Chu Zhengze left, before Bi Qinghe had time to close the window, he was sitting in the light, while Mu Ziyun was in the darkness, the latter only stretched out his hand for a moment, then asked him to push it back.

Although the movement was extremely fast, it was still enough to see clearly that there was a burn mark on the well-lined arm. The skin had been burnt beyond recognition, and it was completely impossible to see what kind of pattern was on it.

No matter how angry you are, it can only be turned into unspeakable feelings at this moment.

Just like what Mu Ziyun said, he can't know what's going on in his mind now, and naturally he doesn't know what's the meaning of his actions. He just pretended that he was still angry, and he was so angry that he didn't want to take another look, so he said hastily: " Qinghe, if you are still angry when you see this, when I go back to the ghost world, I will dig it up right away."

"I'm not angry anymore."

Hearing what he said, there was nothing he could do to conceal Qinghe, lest he would hurt himself if he disagreed with him like yesterday, so he had to mention this matter again: "Who asked you to dig, it was also yesterday, rush up and just say nothing. Burn yourself with fire, do you... have any special hobbies?"

Mu Ziyun felt a little guilty: "I was trying to coax you..."

"Don't you have any other way to coax people?" Covering Qinghe paused, and then said, "If you have this habit, you have to deal with it immediately, and don't take the opportunity to vent it on me."

Mu Ziyun doesn't know exactly when this time will come, after all, he is extremely nervous now, as if a butterfly is living in his chest, thumping, thumping, and it will fly out when he opens his mouth, he can't wait to run towards the flower field .

Zhe Qinghe is the one he yearns for most in the flower field.

It's just that he is not willing to pick it off, and even touches it gently, for fear of disturbing it.

Unexpectedly, once the wind blows, it will cause the sea of ​​flowers to tilt.

"I didn't ask you before, because I thought I would know without asking, but now I still want to ask...do you feel pain?" He hesitated and concealed himself, and finally finished the question intermittently.

"It hurts." Mu Ziyun was flattered, and quickly plunged his head into his arms, saying, "Qinghe, Huhu."

Covering Qinghe rolled his eyes, pushed him, and cursed: "Is there something wrong with your head, you're just pretending to be crazy here all day long, is it embarrassing?"

Mu Ziyun was not annoyed when he scolded him, but he pushed him away and stuck to him again, hugged him, kissed loudly on his cheek while covering his face, and said with a smile: "If you see it, then don't call me!" I pretended to be crazy and foolish, and told you to be happy."

"Sit back quickly."

Cover Qinghe pushed him again, looking at the place where he was not covered by the clothes while pushing, and said: "When the time comes, the rash will be on me... Wait, what about your rash? Now you have to use spiritual power to suppress it, can't you be tired?" Tired."

He hesitated for a while, because he saw that the back of Mu Ziyun's hands was clean, without any trace of rash.

"I didn't suppress it." Mu Ziyun also looked puzzled.

It is unusual to use spiritual power to suppress the rash. When casting spells and spells, you only need to concentrate for a moment, but this suppression is continuous and requires constant concentration. If you talk about distraction, it will reveal your true colors.

"Then do you itch?" Zhe Qinghe asked again.

"It doesn't itch." Mu Ziyun shook his head.

This is really a novelty, Mu Ziyun thought for a while, although the rash that appeared was suppressed, the itching was still there all the time, but just now he was distracted, not only did the rash not appear, but the itching on his body was not itchy anymore .

If there was anything he did to relieve his distraction, it would be—

He looked at Zhe Qinghe, but the latter had red ears, avoiding his gaze.

A fool knows what's going on, what he does when he's distracted, isn't he covering up and kissing.

"Qinghe~" Mu Ziyun thought about it, and became sticky again, leaning over to hug him.

Zhe Qinghe leaned back, frowned and said: "What are you doing? Don't tell me you are now..."

Mu Ziyun hugged him and didn't let go, so his body was naturally pulled towards Guang's side. It was only a matter of time before he got a rash. He didn't say it clearly, so he skipped this step and kissed him directly.

He is addicted, and when he sees the whitened lips covering Qinghe, he wants to ravage them until they are pink and deep red.

……

"I don't feel itchy now, I just want to kiss you. If you let me kiss you obediently, I don't have to sacrifice like this."

After the kiss, Mu Ziyun still covered her face and refused to let go, mumbled and touched the beauty's lips repeatedly, making her extremely ashamed.

"It seems that you are wronged, when will I have room to resist?" He covered his eyes and narrowed his eyes.

How could he not know Mu Ziyun's tricks? If he didn't want to, he could give ten thousand ways to refuse casually, such as closing the light-transmitting window again, so that people would no longer have an excuse to look for opportunities.

It's just that he wants to.

With company, the three-day confinement seemed to be particularly short, and Yan Qinghe finally lifted the confinement, but the two of them were not in a hurry to go down to the realm, but went to the Tianji Pavilion.

The Tianji Pavilion is equivalent to the Book Collection Pavilion in the Heavenly Court. It is full of all kinds of books, from the creation of the ancient gods to the present.

Today, Baiwuyitong is not here, and there is no one in Tianji Pavilion, which makes the two of them feel at ease.

Because Mu Ziyun seems to be very familiar with this place.

With such high-quality coolies, Zhe Qinghe can do nothing like in a ghost world, just sit on a chair and watch Mu Ziyun rummaging around.

It's just a little different, he was too lazy to do it before, but now he doesn't have to.

But what's even more different is that before, he could watch Mu Ziyun work hard without any burden, but now he can't sit still.

"What are you looking for?" Zhe Qinghe naturally approached Mu Ziyun and asked.

"I'm looking into the origin of that little bug." Mu Ziyun raised the file in his hand at him, and said, "Go and sit down, I'll do it by myself."

Just now, the little bug didn't die like the little chubby bee after releasing the aura on its body, but was alive and kicking, and was put into the box by Mu Ziyun, so it should be useful in its good name.

Hearing his words, he covered his eyes and shook his head, and replied in an unclear manner: "No, I want to see something else."

He said it cryptically, but no one understands it.

The main reason why the Tianji Pavilion can be called "Tianji" is the owner of the Tianji Pavilion—not to mention mortals, the future of the gods can be regarded as a secret, and the mysterious skills he has practiced are enough to support him. This is the title of "knowledge of all things from all over the world".

It's just that this skill is not simple, and it must be practiced more, so when he himself practices, he especially likes to practice with the immortals in the heaven.

Just like that, maybe in this towering bookshelf, there will be a book about myself.

Thinking like this, Zha Qinghe suddenly saw a thin book instead of a scroll in the corner of the bookshelf. It must have been written recently, so he took it out to read.

On the cover of the book, there are a few big characters written in dragons and phoenixes - "Gossip of Immortals".

The randomness of the workmanship is even worse than that of the human painting book. It is difficult for people not to question the content inside. They hide and frown and open it, only to see that the first protagonist is Chao Huaxin. On the book, it was written sloppily that "Mr. Wushen loves embroidery secretly".

Mask Qinghe: ...

He sighed, then turned backwards, and after browsing gossip such as "The Immortal of Jiuyi is a Plum Blossom Essence", "The Chu brothers are all lunatics", "Madam Xi will not be able to enjoy happiness even if she abdicates", he finally found I wrote my own page.

The page belonging to him has very few words, and it seems to have just started to be included. Like all the pages seen above, his page also has the names of his parents written on it.

"Chi Miao."

Cover up and meditate in your heart.

Like sisters Chi Wenying and Chi Banxia, ​​they both have refreshing and weird names.

Today is the first time for Jian Qinghe to know his mother's name, he can't tell what kind of feeling he feels in his heart, in short, his eyes are wet, but he wants to laugh.

However, just when his eyes fell on the next line, his pupils shrank suddenly——

"Sooner or later it will kill you."

Just such a short sentence, without context or subject, made Bi Qinghe feel a bit of coolness for no reason, rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and even his ears were buzzing.

It seems that "you" refers to himself.