Chapter 156: Color and Soul (3)

The surroundings are very yin and ghostly. Even if there are boundless scenic spots on the mountain, they cannot withstand this solemn atmosphere. Walking on the stone steps will unconsciously be solemn.

Bai Wuchang is an alternative but always smiling. His smile is rich in meaning: either mocking, sarcastic, or has a profound meaning, or is happy and cunning. In short, it makes me very upset.

"Young lady, don't be afraid. There is no red gauze on the underworld for more than two thousand years, so many ghost officials are excited and come to watch you. Don't be nervous. They look terrible, but it's nothing." He smiled and comforted me.

Nothing? The bull-headed general chopped his limbs flying around at the gate of the evil ghost path. Even if there was no blood splattering everywhere, I was frightened to see it.

Moreover, you are next to me and I'm even more nervous.

I never thought that I was stepping on the red veil leading to Yinjingtian Palace, but Bai Wuchang floated aside to guide me.

But he is also good. Those ghost officials who stared at me and looked at me were swept away by his evil eyes, and they all quickly lowered their heads and dared not look at them again.

"Bai Wuchang... Master Qi..." I asked in a low voice: "You are very majestic in the underworld?"

"Hmm?" Bai Wuchang sneered with his snow-white big sleeves covering his blood-red lips: "Ghosts are also afraid of evil people. These little things don't work well, of course they are afraid of me, the evil people... Besides, there are many ghost messengers who are trapped by me. Do you think they are afraid of me? Hehehe..."

So that's it, it's understandable.

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I think this road is almost endless and I am about to cry!

Bai Wuchang looked at me with his eyes narrowed and said in a low voice: "Actually there is a shortcut. Why didn't Lord Emperor tell you? He insisted that you climb up step by step?"

No? Is Jiang Qiyun deliberately trying to torture me?

When I was in despair, Bai Wuchang suddenly smiled and said, "The Emperor is not waiting for you to worship in Yinjingtian Palace, I will pick you up in person... Then I will send you here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qiyun's clothes fell in front of me. He frowned and said, "...Why are you crying even if you climb a mountain?"

How could I cry? This is called despair!

Jiang Qiyun's clothes made me blush with my face. The same color as mine, it was as red as fire.

"...I haven't climbed such a high mountain." I lowered my head to hide the heat on my face.

"You can't get up for three days at your speed." He snorted coldly.

This guy...can't he comfort him?

Jiang Qiyun reached out and picked me up: "Let's go, I'll take you up."

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The lonely peak enters the clouds, and the mountain gate is magnificent.

The guards of the mountain gate were actually two headless ghosts and gods. The ghost faces were on their stomachs, and I covered my face and didn't dare to look at them.

"If you are used to it, you won't be afraid." Jiang Qiyun comforted me.

"I don't want to be used to seeing..." How do you treat such things? Do you want me to live in Yinjingtian Palace?

Jiang Qiyun did not stop and took me directly to a large pavilion by the cliff. He put me down: "Okay, you can open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and saw dense ghost shadows crawling on the ground at the Luofeng Mountain. Such a scene and the height of the pavilion made me dizzy. Jiang Qiyun held my back and said coldly: "Mu Xiaoqiao, you have to look like a mistress. My term of office is still several hundred years, don't embarrass me."

"How many hundred years?"

He nodded: "The Emperor of Fengdu, Emperor Taibei, General of the Underworld, I'm a little numb, but-"

"But what?"

He glanced at me with a smile: "...It might be better with you."

This smile was so light that it could not be as light as the snow melted and the ice disappeared, and it was as bright as the bright sun in March.

It was not easy to hear him say such things, and I couldn't help but bit my lip and smile secretly.

A maid knelt down from behind and said, "Sir Emperor, Emperor Qinghua and Emperor Changsheng have sent congratulatory gifts."

The so-called gift is two cups of tea, with fragrance and mist, green and clear green, and a dark red date floating inside.

Jiang Qiyun said lightly: "The two honorable gods are determined... I don't drink often, and you can't drink now, so just use tea instead."

People drink wine, and I drink tea with him.

I heard the vaguely coming from outside, but I... was fed tea by him with his mouth...

The tea was swallowed half, and the rest overflowed from the corners of the lips and tongue, slipped through the chin, flowed through the neck, and penetrated into the lapel of the clothes.

The tip of his cool tongue stretched down with the water marks, bringing up a tiny current. He was much more patient than at the beginning, although... I still couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

Outside the window, there was a bloody Manzhushahua, coated with a layer of cold moonlight, and the shadows were blooming.

I lay on the window frame and wanted to reach out to hook the flower.

But Jiang Qiyun behind me didn't want me to move around. The complicated clothes were entangled together. My collar was already open to the back of my waist, and the cloak that was in the way had been thrown aside by him.

He bent down and left a mark on my shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "I still have the strength to enjoy the flowers, huh?"

"Well..." I raised my hand to get enough of this flower, but my whole body trembled slightly by the impact behind me. The Arhat couch under me made a slight sound, which was particularly harsh in this cold night.

Seeing that I was so persistent about touching the flower, he turned around and hugged me, cut off the stem of the flower with his slender fingers, and took the flower in.

"Do you like it?"

“…Um…ah!”

He crushed the flowers and sprinkled the petals on his chest. I felt a burning stinging pain in my chest. I couldn't help but murmur, and my nails embedded in his shoulders.

He especially likes the movements of controlling all my reactions, which roughly makes me turn into a pool of water under him, and wisps of them dissolve into his cold body.

The noise was too loud, and I felt extremely ashamed to hear it. There was a maid outside. Is such a big noise really good?

"...I've learned to be distracted?" His evil eyes were particularly confusing at night.

"There's someone outside..." My lips were almost biting, but he became more and more excessive.

"Just treat them like paper people. I've been like this. What's the point of caring about?" He picked me up indifferently and threw it into the bed of the moon cave.

When the curtain fell, I finally felt a little relieved: "Crack clouds..."

"Um?"

"I don't like it."

He was stunned for a moment and sneered, "Is this the wind by the pillow? Mu Xiaoqiao? How much do you care about this?"

"...I think so, I still care a little bit." I was blushed by his playful gaze, my ears were burning red, and I muttered, "If I didn't fall in love with you, I wouldn't care..."

"Well, say it again." He supported his slender and solid body, looking down at him like a king.

"If I haven't fallen in love with you-"

"Besides." His clear voice was completely different from his violent movements. It was as cold as ice and fire, and it was so cold that it was trembling, but it was so hot that it was about to burn me to ashes!

"If...ah!" It hurts so much. He bit the soft flesh on his chest, and the faint fire in his eyes showed a clear warning.

“Besides.”

"...I love you." I bit my lip and admitted my humility.

The expression in his eyes was no longer cold, and the world inside the curtain shook gently with the shadow of the red candle.

Color gives the soul and.
Chapter completed!