The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

"Yes, yes, there is still one room left in our store, do you want it, guest officer?"

The shopkeeper has a sincere smile on his face, making it impossible to see the concealment behind it.

Confusion flashed across Wen Nu's eyes, he didn't want to share a room with Gu Yu, but it seemed that the nearest inn in Ghost Realm was full of people, if they continued to look for other inns, maybe they would sleep on the street.

The shopkeeper saw that the customer's eyes were a little shaken, and he continued to increase his strength and added: "Guest officer, our ghost world will hold a grand parade tomorrow. If you don't book your room early, you won't be able to find the inn after a while!"

Gu Yu went forward with the baby in his arms, and said to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, I want a room."

Seeing that the white-clothed customers did not refuse, the shopkeeper quickly responded with a smile and led them to the second floor.

All the upper-class rooms on the third floor have been reserved, and there are only a few ordinary rooms on the second floor.

"Guest officer, can you see if it's okay?" The shopkeeper pushed open the door and turned sideways to let them in.

Wen Nu walked in first. Although the inn looked a bit small, it was fully equipped with tables, chairs and beds.

"Just this room."

"Okay, a middle-grade spirit stone!" The shopkeeper said loudly.

Shock flashed in Wen Nu's eyes, he didn't expect that the inn room is so expensive, it can be compared with the biggest inn in Baicheng!

Gu Yu didn't even frown, like a rich and noble son ignorant of the world, escaped with a middle-grade spirit stone and handed it to the shopkeeper next to him.

Wen Nu glanced at him disapprovingly, and slightly frowned: "Gu Yu..."

When the tyrant heard the fairy calling him, his eyes lit up, and he turned his head suddenly: "Anu, what's the matter? But what do you need from me?"

Wen Nu realized later that Gu Yu was not Gu Yu from his previous life, and his money was not in his hands, so he bit his red lips and turned away from looking at him, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm a little tired, I'm Go ahead."

He took the baby from the man's chest, and carried him into the inn room.

Both mentally and mentally exhausted, he took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, stretched out his hand to put the child wrapped in brocade quilt beside him, folded his hands and closed his eyes for a little rest.

Too many things happened today, he just wants to sleep now, and when he is rested, find the system and leave the ghost world, and return to that quiet courtyard.

There were rustling footsteps in his ears, Wen Nu shook his eyelashes and did not open his eyes, but turned his back and hugged the child in his arms tightly.

"Xianchang?"

The tyrant in black came in from the door, saw the fairy in white on the bed, deliberately slowed down his footsteps and walked slowly, his throat rolled and asked in a hoarse voice: "But you are sleepy? Get up first, I will put on the fairy Clean bedding brought from the palace."

Wen Nu didn't want to open his eyes, but the sheets under his body did have a strange smell, he bit his red lips and got up from the bed with the baby in his arms, and stood by and watched the person change the quilt.

Gu Yu skillfully removed the things on the bed, took out the clean silk quilt from the storage ring and spread it on it, and did not finish packing until it was covered with objects from the palace.

"Sir, you can rest now."

The tyrant's thin lips curled up slightly, and he turned sideways to let the fairy elder beside him rest.

Wen Nu pursed his lips and hummed, turned his back to the man and took off his coat, performed the water purification formula, hugged the child and lay down on the bed, and lifted the quilt to cover the two of them.

The quilt was full of familiar smells, smelling the faint ambergris, and soon fell asleep.

Hearing his father's breathing, Xiao Bao couldn't help yawning, blinked his two big round eyes, and soon fell asleep with his father.

Gu Yu sat on the stool at the head of the bed, stared at the fairy's sleeping face with his chin propped on one hand, took off his shoes and coat and lay down beside him, and stretched out his hand to hook the slender waist to hug him. in arms.

The bed sank into a piece, and the sleeping Wen Nu uncontrollably fell towards the tyrant, and the little baby wrapped in brocade quilt slipped slipperily into Daddy's arms.

A family of three, you stick to me and I stick to you, and slowly fall asleep to the noise outside the window.

When I woke up, it was already the morning of the second day. There was a blood moon hanging in the gray sky, and the downstairs was chaotic and noisy, which directly made the baby cry.

Wen Nu suddenly opened his eyes, subconsciously hugged the baby in his arms, shook him slightly and whispered to him: "Little treasure, don't be afraid, Daddy is here..."

The little baby held his father's hair sobbing, his little face was covered with tears.

The tyrant pinched his sore eye sockets, stretched out his hand towards the immortal, and said hoarsely, "Anu, let me hug..."

Wen Nu hummed, and let Gu Yu hold the baby. He took out milk powder from the ring and brewed it, and handed it to the crying baby.

The hungry little treasure opened his mouth and bit the pacifier, with tears in his big round eyes, sucking the milk inside.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the baby's gurgling.

Wen Nu realized later that Gu Yu was lying on the bed, his eyelashes trembling slightly and his lips pursed without saying anything.

Back when the innkeeper said there was only one room, such things were inevitable.

Wait until the baby is full, put on a clean diaper, and take him out of the room.

Thinking of the grand parade in the ghost world, a gleam flashed in Wen Nu's eyes, and for some reason he felt that Qiuqiu would appear on the parade.

"Gu Yu, let's go to the street and see if we can meet Wang Qiu and the others."

Gu Yu was lowering his head and fastening the baby to his chest. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the head of the fairy. He hummed in a deep voice, "Okay, Anu, be careful. There are many ghosts today, so it's not very safe."

Wen Nu responded with a light hello, remembering the mark of the fallen angel on his forehead, he stretched out his hand to touch it, but the tyrant didn't know where the veil was placed, so he had to find a hair band from the ring and tie it on his forehead to block it. traces, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Gu Yu put on the mask as early as yesterday when he crawled out of the Styx River water. The iron mask was soaked in the spooky Styx River water, making it even colder and colder, but the tyrant still didn't take it off. He was afraid that the immortal would see it. That face loathes and loathes him.

Dragging the baby's buttocks, he followed closely beside the fairy leader, staring at the hair band on the fairy leader's forehead that was used as a wiper.

He was the one who gave the headband to the head of the fairy, but he didn't expect the head of the fairy to keep it.

With a heavy heart, the end of his eyes was unconsciously stained with joy, and he hugged Xianchang's waist to protect his safety, preventing the people around him from crowding him.

Today's capital city of the ghost world is full of people, shoulder to shoulder, and the streets are very crowded.

And on the other side of the road, Jiang Shen held Wang Qiu's hand and led him around one person after another.

Wang Qiu was pierced by the magic mist. Although he was not seriously injured, his eyes were affected and lost their light. It took three or four days to recover.

Today is the only chance to get in touch with Shang Qing'an, no matter how much you try to persuade Wang Qiu, you have to follow.

Zai Qiu bumped into people several times because of his impaired vision, Jiang Shen finally held his hand and led him forward.

Blind in both eyes, Wang Qiu was sad at first, but now feeling the warmth of his hands, all those sadness turned into happiness and luck, if it wasn't for his blindness, Shizun wouldn't be holding his hand.

Hearing the noisy voice, the tips of his ears moved slightly, vaguely wanting to hear the voice of Qingya Immortal, and the voice of that mysterious man.

"Master, I seem to have heard Uncle Qingya's voice." Luangqiu gently shook Master's hand, and tied a white ribbon over his eyes to prevent his eyes from being affected by ghost energy.

Surprise flashed across Jiang Shen's eyes, his name is Uncle Qingya?It seems that when he was locked in the ghost prison, Wang Qiu and Qing Ya met each other.

Leng Leng hummed, took Wang Qiu's hand, and led him to the other side of the street.

According to the direction he pointed, he soon saw a familiar figure.

"Qingya."

With an expressionless face, Jiang Shen gently patted the shoulder of the young man in white with his free hand.

Wen Nu's eyes lit up when he heard Jiang Shen's voice, he turned around and walked towards him impatiently.

The tyrant who was following behind had an ugly expression on his face, but fortunately, there was a mask to block it, so that the immortal leader could not see it.

Holding Tuohai'er's buttocks, let him stay in front of his chest obediently, staring at the Qingpao God with cold eyes.

"General Shen! Are you okay?!" Wen Nu breathed a sigh of relief seeing that General Shen was fine.

Wang Qiu, who was blocked, came out from behind the master, and said in a low voice to Qingya Xianzun: "I have seen Xianzun."

It was only then that Wen Nu noticed the ribbon on Wang Qiu's eyes, frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "What's going on? Why isn't Qiuqiu with you?"

Guilt flashed across Luanqiu's face, and he lowered his head and said disappointedly: "Immortal Venerable, it was I who failed to protect the head of the business, and let him be captured by the ghost king, and even lost his memory."

Wen Nuliu frowned tightly: "Amnesia?"

Could it be that Xun used some forbidden technique to make Qiuqiu forget the previous memory?

No, he can't let Qiuqiu stay by my side, this person is unpredictable, I don't know if it will hurt Qiuqiu.

Wang Qiu saw that Qingya Xianzun was worried and anxious, and continued to blame himself: "Xianzun don't worry, I will definitely bring the head of the merchant back."

Jiang Shen's expressionless face froze slightly, shook Wang Qiu's hand, and said to Qingya: "Friend Shang Daoist was captured because of this deity, and this deity will rescue him."

Remembering that Old Demon couldn't see Qingya's appearance, his eyes flashed strangely, and he took out a mask from the storage ring and handed it to him: "Put it on, and don't let people recognize you."

Wen Nu touched his forehead subconsciously, seeing that it still hadn't taken over the mask: "No, the mark of the fallen angel has been blocked, and no one will find it."

The tyrant was keenly aware of the abnormality of the green-robed god, and his eyes swept towards those eyes.

Jiang Shen looked back blankly, insisting that Qing Ya put on the mask.

Gu Yu felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart. He pursed his lips, retracted his eyes, took the mask, put it on the face of the immortal himself, and whispered in his ear, "Look, Anu, you and I are wearing masks. Others will be surprised when they see it." Know that we are family."

The little baby tied to his chest seemed to understand what his father said, and babbled and shook his little hands in response.

Wen Nu's ears turned red, and his masked face turned away slightly, and he gave him a sideways glance from embarrassment.