Lord Mojun is almost pissed off every day

Chu Luofei was born to hate ghosts.

When he was a child, he often stayed in a small dark room with only a tightly closed door and a window with a screened window.

When Chu Luofei was small, he could only look up at the little light. He never felt hungry or thirsty.

Even though he was small, he subconsciously knew that he seemed different.

Chu Luofei didn't know what this difference meant, he just hoped that he could touch the window with light.

Chu Luofei didn't like to sleep either.

Because he always feels cold when he sleeps, there is no bed or quilt here, so he can't keep warm, so he can only nest in the corner, looking forward to the coming of a new day.

Sometimes Chu Luofei could see some vague shadows, they would slowly float in, and put clothes on him under Chu Luofei's surprised eyes.

Those dark fingers had a refreshing coldness, Chu Luofei often wanted to hide, but he couldn't.

So he hates the cold.

He hated these dark things from the bottom of his heart, as if the deepest evils were intertwined.

Later he realized that this kind of thing is called a ghost.

That's why Chu Luofei hates ghosts.

Before he had time to grow up, a group of new gray things took him away, and he left the small gray room and came to a spacious and bright room.

Outside the house, there were the sounds of street people hawking, the sound of overwhelmed carriages crushing the road, and the soft shouts of women.

Chu Luofei had never heard of these.

He felt very strange.

This big room is warm and bright, with wooden beds carved with patterns, delicate stools and beautiful teacups.

When you go out, there are flowers in the garden and swings for children to play.

Sometimes Chu Luofei would sit on the small swing. At the beginning, he couldn't push himself, and after a couple of vigorous movements, he sat there in frustration and shook his legs.

Then the swing moved by itself.

Chu Luofei blinked, knowing that those shadows were causing the trouble.

At first he was unhappy when he was pushed like this, jumped off immediately, broke his knee, limped back to the house, and slammed the doors that couldn't close them very loudly.

Like a child having a temper tantrum with an elder.

The ghost in the dark was at a loss and terrified. He hurriedly picked the most beautiful flowers and put them in the vase on the window sill. He also struggled to condense a little bit of reality to go outside to buy some sweets that children like and put them on the table.

The most important thing is to wrap up the wound seriously when the child is asleep.

I hope my little king can forgive them.

After Chu Luofei ate the candy, he no longer resisted when these ghosts pushed him to play on the swing.

Just refuse to say a word to them.

Chu Luofei has stayed in this yard for many years. He has endless toys, candy that can't be eaten, and all kinds of treasures.

But he wasn't happy, he didn't like these ghosts, he didn't like them from the bottom of his heart.

Chu Luofei was named after the gentleman next door.

One day Chu Luofei sat on the threshold with his short legs, indifferently watching the people coming and going on the street, looking at their happy faces.

Behind is a lonely courtyard.

What an annoyance.

Why does everyone seem to be happier than him.

The gentleman was dressed in a green shirt, gentle and elegant, and passed by the little Chu Luofei with a volume of books.

Then he turned to look at him: "Why doesn't little brother go home?"

Chu Luofei didn't want to talk to him.

The husband was not angry, and slowly took out a bunch of candied haws: "This is for my kid, give it to you."

Only then did Chu Luofei look at him, and said in a muffled voice, "Then won't he be angry?"

The husband smiled: "He's with me, he doesn't know anything, and he has a good temper."

The gentleman sat down beside Chu Luofei, and watched him gently eat the candied haws one bite at a time.

"Is it tasty?"

Chu Luofei thought about it, and seriously commented: "It's okay, it's a bit too sweet at first, and then it's too sour."

The husband smiled and nodded: "Then I will buy another one next time."

Only then did Chu Luofei look seriously at the gentleman's eyebrows.

His facial features are correct and delicate, with a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes are filled with the calmness and boredom of a person who has a smooth life.

Another guy who is better off than him.

Chu Luofei thought for a while, and asked him directly: "Why do you all live better than me?"

The husband was stunned for a moment, and he became a little more serious: "Why are you the only one who has the final say on whether the world is good or not? You think you are not doing well, but maybe someone thinks you are doing well."

Chu Luofei was puzzled and said, "How could anyone think I'm doing well?"

The husband smiled: "You think people who live well may think so too."

Chu Luofei persisted: "Then what about you, how are you doing?"

The gentleman gently wiped the sugar from the corner of Chu Luofei's mouth with his sleeve: "My life has been ordinary, neither good nor bad. After all, it's passable, which is luck."

Chu Luofei looked at him, and the husband smiled back with a gentle and tolerant smile.

Later, he learned many things from this gentleman, most of them are the six arts of a gentleman, the way of self-cultivation and self-cultivation.

Sir is a mortal.

Life is bland, without merit or demerit.

Chu Luofei watched him grow old and his children and grandchildren filled the house, but he himself was still young.

When the husband was very old, he asked him to come to the bed and held Chu Luofei's always cold hand: "I know you are not a mortal, but you are unwilling to let yourself go. In the end, it seems that even me Ordinary people are not as good. Luofei, you shouldn't live in a corner."

Chu Luofei obeyed his words, and after the death of his husband, he began to wander around, but he searched for a long time, but he couldn't find his home.

Later, Chu Luofei slowly remembered his other name, Kunlun Luo Chunfeng.

He pondered over his memory carefully and couldn't help laughing.

It turned out that he was so naive and naive. It turned out that he really lived a pretty good life just like Mr. said.

Chu Luofei still doesn't like ghosts, and he still refuses to look back at the ghosts that have followed him for hundreds of years, even if they are carefully trying to please him, hoping that he will be a little more pleasant.

But Chu Luofei refused, he just swept down the things on the table expressionlessly, then sat indifferently by the window, drinking glass after glass of wine.

When someone came here, Chu Luofei had some reactions. He silently looked at the young man in Tsing Yi who was facing him from afar, and suddenly thought of his husband again.

It's just that the husband is no longer here, and this person is not the husband.

Chu Luofei raised his glass to him with a smile: "My twin, hello."

Lord Mojun blinked, looked at Jun Qi beside him, and then at the ghost king whose temperament was obviously wrong.

Lord Mojun: "???" Didn't Kunlun say that the ghost king is innocent and cute?Who is this person who says "I'm not easy to mess with" all over his face? ? ?

Lord Mojun sized Chu Luofei up: "Ghost King?" The world-weary look on his face matched the atmosphere of the Netherworld very well.

Chu Luofei turned cold instantly: "Don't call me that."

Lord Mojun nodded kindly: "Oh."

Chu Luofei touched Jun Qi's face beside him and told him to go out first. Jun Qi obediently left the room and closed the door behind him.

It's really virtuous, Chu Luofei nodded secretly.

Chu Luofei raised his chin: "Brother."

These words were addressed to Xie Nan.

Xie Nan, the huge oil bottle, still came.

Xie Nan also nodded, looking at the greatly changed junior brother, he could hardly remember the ignorant little doctor back then.

"...Young brother has changed a lot."

Chu Luofei smiled indifferently: "Everyone changes."

Chu Luofei didn't even look at Jun Qi: "My twin, what's your name?"

Xie Nan looked at Lord Mojun and saw that the other party didn't seem to have any resistance, so he volunteered to introduce: "Xie Yao, Xie Wenqing."

Chu Luofei has been isolated for many years, and just missed the time when Xie Yao became famous, so he just said "Oh, brother Xie."

Lord Mojun didn't want to have a relationship with him: "I'm not your senior brother, I came here because of the entrustment from the Netherworld to let you go back to be the ghost king."

Chu Luofei's face darkened again: "I told you not to call me that!" He put down his wine glass heavily, and looked at Lord Mojun with a gloomy expression.

Lord Mojun is even more indifferent than him: "You can tell Xie Nan about this, it's useless to tell me. I follow you because you are useful. If I don't follow you, you can't do anything about me. "

Xie Nan looked at Lord Mojun with admiration, my brother is in trouble now, he used to let others bully him, but now he really does whatever he wants, he is not afraid of trouble at all.

Chu Luofei gave him a cold look: "No, get out."

Lord Mojun laughed angrily. He flipped his wrist and drew out his long knife, pointing at this idiot Ghost King who dared to be tough with him before he awakened: "What? Those ghosts didn't teach you how to fight with someone who is stronger than you!" Do you want to talk to people? It’s up to you to go or not!”

Chu Luofei's eyes also sank, and the whole room was suddenly extremely cold, a cold and damp atmosphere enveloped them all around, ghostly voices whistled in their ears, and black mist condensed in front of their eyes.

Lord Mojun is not afraid at all: "I heard that you hate ghosts? I thought you really cultivated the way of the world with a half-human, half-ghost body, but I didn't expect you to use your ability as a ghost king. You kept saying that you hate ghosts and you are going to fight It’s not wrong to use it.”

Chu Luofei was almost pissed off by him, and instantly retracted the ghost, and the surroundings returned to normal, staring at Lord Demon Lord indifferently.

Lord Mojun continued to drink innocently: "Tell me, what's so awkward. Although I am not too different from you, I think I have more knowledge than you. You are just a naive and pitiful child. Self-righteous, self-satisfied, and still think that they are out of the mud and not stained."

Chu Luofei: "..."

As soon as he slapped his hand, he wanted to hit someone. The ghost who followed him was startled, worried that he would damage his hand, so he hurriedly placed under his hand, trying to block it with his body.

Chu Luofei: "..."

Seeing Lord Mojun's funny eyes, Chu Luofei became even more unhappy, and these ghosts knew how to make trouble for him!

Lord Mojun: As for adding chaos, Lingjian is obviously a senior