Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

On the afternoon when Song Yan and Mu Xiu lived in the Mu family's villa, they received invitations from various banquets one after another.

Without exception, these rich families will support Fengqing or make friends with the family of warlocks. Their behavior and attitude cannot be called flattering, but they are unwilling to offend this kind of special family.

They are also very concerned about this meeting of the top ten warlock families, which may affect their future communication choices.

"Go?" Mu Xiu asked Song Yan, waiting for Song Yan's decision.

And Mu Sheng, Tan Lao and others who were looking at Mu Xiu, also turned their eyes to Song Yan.

"Go, let's go through the motions."

Since they have all come to the capital, there is no reason to be afraid, or in other words, they should not be the ones to be afraid of.

Song Yan was dressed in a black suit with tight fit. His eyes were light but firm. When he was not speaking, he gave people a weak sense of presence, but when he spoke, his words gave everyone an unquestionable feeling.

After the words fell, Mu Xiu and Huang Po, the old man of Song Dynasty, nodded accordingly.

In their combination, Mu Xiu trusted Song Yan's decisions and judgments. He was even more blind than Huang Po and Old Man Song. As long as Song Yan said something, he would believe it unconditionally.

Mu Sheng and Mr. Tan often saw such scenes, and they were quite used to it, but the other members of the dark alliance who came with them were not so used to it.

They always thought that Mu Xiu was the real decision-maker, and Song Yan was just helping to deal with matters internally and externally, just like the two former leaders of the Dark Alliance.

Not only these few people have always thought so, but people outside also generally think that Song Yan is a shield brought by Mu Xiu, and is of no importance in the dark alliance.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Huang Po, Old Man Song and the girl Gui Tingting stayed at home, while Song Yan and Mu Xiu got into the car and went to the wealthy Xiao's house in the capital.

The Xiao family's banquet will not only be the first choice of Song Yan and Mu Xiu, but also the choice of many foreign and local warlocks. The Xiao family has a great say in the political and business circles, and their interests are related, so they cannot be neglected.

In addition to a secret alliance warlock acting as the driver, Mu Sheng and Tan Lao also boarded the car together, and they were responsible for introducing information about the banquet to Song Yan and Mu Xiu.

When they were talking, the tablet in Song Yan's hand was also quickly sliding over the profile pictures of some important people. He may not have much contact with them, but it is still necessary to know some basic information temporarily.

"Tell me about the situation of the third son, the grandson of the Xiao family."

Song Yan interrupted Mr. Tan's overly specific explanation. The information he found showed that the third son of the Xiao family was a little mysterious. His specific appearance was only an out-of-focus profile in a gossip magazine, but he was Mr. Xiao's favorite grandson.

Mr. Tan chatted eloquently and eloquently about the numerous and precious information from various families in the capital. He was silent for a while before he lowered his head, "I have never seen the third son of the Xiao family. I'm old."

"Why, Lord Song, is there something wrong with him?"

Song Yan murmured, but did not answer Tan Lao's question. He lightly raised his hand and asked Tan Lao to continue his previous introduction to the Xiao family's eldest in-law, Li Shi.

Tan Lao didn't pursue this question any longer, he continued to talk sideways to Song Yan Muxiu all the way to the big iron gate of Xiao Zhai.

The lights inside and outside the iron gate are brilliant, as bright as day, and many guests have already arrived, drinking and talking together in twos and threes, accompanied by the sound of stringed zither and elegant music, a typical scene of banquets in upper-class families.

After the car was parked, a uniformly dressed male servant came over by the iron door and opened the rear door.

The butler welcoming guests in front of the door showed a standard smile and walked towards this side, and the guests near the iron gate were also used to looking sideways or turning their heads.

A black shiny leather shoe stepped on the marble. Song Yan got out of the car. He didn't look at the smiling butler of the Xiao family. He turned sideways to the door of the car. Pull it down.

"Xu..." The housekeeper of the Xiao family immediately swallowed the "Xu" on his lips, his smile froze for a moment, and he turned sideways to exchange greetings with Mu Sheng and Old Tan who got out of the car.

"This is our Master Song and Mr. Mu, please lead the way."

When Tan Guang introduced Song Yan and Mu Xiu, he habitually bowed his head to show respect.

The housekeeper of the Xiao family also bowed his head, "Mr. Jiu Wenmu and Master Song, the old man and the eldest son have been waiting for a long time."

He put away his sudden surprise, turned sideways to lead the way for Song Yan Muxiu, and walked towards the hall where the banquet was held. After exchanging greetings with the eldest son of the Xiao family, he personally brought Song Yan Muxiu to the study of the head of the Xiao family.

The Mu family not only has secret alliances in the magician world, but also the power of ordinary people's families that the Mu family allocated to Mu Xiu back then. Although something happened a few years ago, Mu Xiu is still there, and Mr. Mu is still there.

Mu Fei, the only youngest son of the Mu family, also returned to China two years ago. Not long after returning to China, he took over the position of head of the Mu family, and the Mu family is still as stable as ever.

As the guardian ghost king hidden behind the Mu family, Mu Xiu's arrival deserves more attention from them than the coming of Mr. Mu and Mu Fei.

Of course, as an ordinary person, Mr. Xiao did not dare to see Song Yan and Mu Xiu alone. He was accompanied by a middle-aged male sorcerer and a handsome young man in his twenties.

"Mr. Mu and Master Song, please sit down," Old Master Xiao got up from the master's seat in the study, and extended his hand to Song Yan Muxiu.

Song Yan held Mu Xiu's hand until they entered the study and sat down, but they didn't let go, and they completely ignored Mr. Xiao's hand that wanted to shake hands and say hello.

"The last time I saw you, you were still by your grandfather's side like him, how time flies..."

Mu Xiu raised his eyes slightly, walked around Old Man Xiao and Xiao Luo, the third son of the Xiao family's grandson, and met his eyes again.

Mr. Xiao withdrew his hand, and on his habitual serious face showed a smile that he thought he thought to be gentle, and then bowed his head to Mu Xiu, "Young spirit, you offended Mr. Mu."

To be precise, he was ill for half a year because of an aphasia, and he learned a lot.

Mu Xiu smiled without saying a word, he turned his eyes away, turned his head to look at Song Yan, and the sigh of vicissitudes in his eyes disappeared immediately.

Song Yan is not good at words, especially when chatting and joking with people, it is basically Mu Xiu and Mr. Xiao who talk, he listens.But he still gave Mr. Xiao and the others a strong sense of presence, especially the hand that he held Mu Xiu intimately all the time.

Xiao Luo raised his eyebrows lightly, a little sarcasm appeared, but it disappeared quickly.

Twenty minutes later, Mu Xiu and Song Yan got up and left from Mr. Xiao's study, continuing to eat, drink and chat in the banquet hall.

After they left, Xiao Luo sat down in Mu Xiu's place and asked him about his doubts.

"Why does grandpa attach so much importance to this...Mr. Mu? And that Song...Master Song, who serves ghosts with sex, how courageous."

"Xiao Luo! Remember, if you offend anyone in a family of top ten magicians, you can't offend Mu Xiu," the gentle look on Mr. Xiao's face disappeared, only coldness and seriousness.

"As for Song Yan, as long as Mu Xiu still values ​​him, you are not allowed to provoke him. Remember!"

"Yes," Xiao Luo lowered his head immediately, and he couldn't hide his thoughts in front of the mature old man Xiao.

"Xu family, Xu Mingjun, don't communicate too much, we'll talk about everything after the meeting..."

"Yes," Xiao Luo lowered his head slightly.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Yan and Mu Xiu got into the car and left early.

As they walked forward, the voice of discussion in the Xiao family hall became several degrees higher in an instant.

"This Lord Song really has nothing to do with the Xu family? Impossible, almost carved out of the same mold..."

"...But the Xu family is not with the Zhou family..."

"Mr. Xu's thinking... I don't understand, I don't understand."

At the banquet, the Patriarch of the Xu family didn't come, but his younger brother and his family all came over, their expressions ranged from shock to livid.

Less than 10 minutes after Song Yan and Mu Xiu left, they followed suit. When they left, they looked panic-stricken and pale. They were really frightened.

In the car, Song Yan closed his eyes, and quickly skipped in his mind all the people he had seen tonight, every face, and all the eyes that were spying on him and Mu Xiu openly and secretly.

"Stop after that corner."

Song Yan opened his eyes and gave instructions to Mu Sheng who was in the driver's seat. At the same time, he pasted a talisman on the seat of the car.

The car stopped on the side of the road, Song Yan and the others got out of the car, and walked to the dark corner of the alleyway.

For a moment, a shadow bumped into the car in an instant, looked left and right, paused, and backed away quickly, but it was already too late.

Two talisman papers were pasted on it, quickly entangled, and then torn, the shadow scattered into black spots and powder disappeared completely. At the same time, a warlock who was still talking at the banquet turned pale, and a burst of blood rushed Throat, almost vomiting blood.

At the corner of the street, the shadows dissipated, but the talisman paper was still intact, and it actively flew to the rear to detect something was wrong, and several other shadows that were about to recede, as well as a brown paper crane.

Two minutes later, Song Yan took Mu Xiu's hand and walked out of the alleyway. When passing by, Song Yan bent down and picked up the brown paper crane and put it in the bag.

"Let's go."

Mu Sheng and Tan Lao followed up to deal with these snooping and tracking things. They got back in the car and returned to Mu's house in the capital.

After getting out of the car, Song Yan handed a small note to Mu Sheng, on which was the list of owners of the shadows he had cleaned up with the paper talisman, "Give them a warning."

As for who the owner of the paper crane was, Song Yan hadn't figured it out yet, but with the paper crane in his hand, it was only a matter of time before he was found.

"Yes," Mu Sheng lowered his head and took it.

Those people not only underestimated the abilities of Song Yan and Mu Xiu, but also underestimated Song Yan and Mu Xiu's mentality. Without exception, these two would be forbearing and easy to provoke.

No, Song Yan ordered him to fight back just after he got back to the door.

"Did Yan Yan find that old ghost?"

Mu Xiu sat on the sofa, immediately pulled Song Yan's hand away, and then put his pillow on Song Yan's lap.

His perception of Song Yan's emotions is much more sensitive than that of Mu Sheng Tan.

Song Yan never kept secrets from Mu Xiu, he nodded slightly, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and then slowly calmed down, "There are some eyebrows."

"Oh," Mu Xiu closed his eyes in response, and then pulled Song Yan's hand to his face, carefully feeling the warmth of Song Yan's palm.

Song Yan pressed one hand to his face, and the other hand fell on Mu Xiu's hair, rubbing it lightly.

He whispered, "The one who treated Xiao Luo and Xu Mingjun was that old ghost."

The reason why Mr. Xiao likes his grandson so much should also be related to that old ghost.

And this is what made Song Yan think carefully and carefully. As an old ghost between ordinary ghosts and ghost kings, his mastery of battles and techniques surpassed many warlocks.

A technique, whether it does evil or cures a disease, is actually only a thought.

In the capital, not to mention the old Taoist who murdered Mu Xiu a few years ago, this old ghost is also an opponent that cannot be underestimated.

The water in the capital is deep, and they saw the beauty for the first time tonight.

"However, he is not in the Zhou residence..."

As Song Yan spoke, his tone was low, and Mu Xiu, who had been rubbed comfortably, fell asleep on his lap.

Song Yan's hand rested on Mu Xiu's face and hair for a while, and then slowly retracted.

He slowly took off his suit jacket and covered Mu Xiu's body, one hand fell to Mu Xiu's shoulder, patted gently, and the other hand quickly typed on the screen of the mobile phone, sending several text messages issue.