The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

There is bustle in Wangyou Town again.

A pair of goblins moved into the haunted house on West Street~

The neighbors all suspected that these two were not human, but there was nothing they could do because they were just too good-looking.

I have to say, the neighbors know the truth.

"People nowadays are getting harder and harder to deceive~" Qing Wu yawned: "I feel like I am a human now, but I was seen through."

Xiao Chenyan carried her into the room and put her on the couch. He listened to her mumbling and smiled, "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Qing Wu glanced at him and said cautiously, "You want to cook? Or forget it, it will affect our relationship a bit."

The man raised his eyebrows.

Qing Wu sighed and said earnestly: "Your cooking skills... well, those who understand will understand, right? Yan Tai, even if you are a god, you are not omniscient and omnipotent."

"You praised my cooking skills before."

"That was your first time cooking, and I still had a conscience, so I had to praise you."

Xiao Chenyan sat beside the couch, his hand on her ear, approaching her with a threatening tone: "So, your little conscience is gone again? Has it disappeared without a trace?"

"I didn't fly, I was just poisoned by your soup." Seeing his gloomy expression, Qing Wu sighed: "You see, to be honest, you don't like it."

"You're just... just not very good at cooking."

"Men are so hard to please."

Xiao Chenyan clicked his tongue and pinched her cheek, "You're pushing your luck."

Qing Wu curled her lips in triumph and hooked her arms around his neck: "More than that, I always push for more."

There seemed to be a hook in her eyes, which lured him into sinking into it.

The warm breaths touched each other, and everything that followed came naturally.

The red clothes piled on the black cloak looked like red spider lilies blooming on thick ink.

The woman's skin was exceptionally smooth and fair, like the finest cold jade.

When the two of them were facing each other and hugging each other tightly, she could see that although the man was white, he was slightly warmer than her, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and he could hold her completely in his arms with just one arm.

The big hand fell on the slender waist, just enough to be grasped, as if the waist would break if he exerted a little more force.

The storm never stopped.

An unknown amount of time had passed before she collapsed in his arms, gnawing at his collarbone resentfully like a small animal, leaving behind a small, neat string of teeth marks.

Xiao Chenyan slowed down his breathing and opened his eyes. His handsome face was filled with eroticism, which was particularly attractive.

His dark eyes revealed his lust for her.

He held her and sat up. Qing Wu suddenly became alert and warned in a hoarse voice: "That's enough. I'm hungry. Go make me some lunch."

"Don't you think my cooking is bad?"

Qing Wu was picked up by him, her back tensed and her whole body suspended in the air, so she had to hug his neck tightly.

The feeling of falling made the already negative distance even more negative.

Her arms tensed up a little and her nails scratched his back angrily, leaving a few red marks.

But he didn't care, and his evil laughter rang in her ears.

Qing Wu's cursing gradually broke up, becoming another rhythm.

The physical strength of ghosts and gods is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Some men are as unbridled as they were once restrained.

Qing Wu finally fell asleep in the bathtub because she was really sleepy. Before falling asleep, she made a harsh remark: whoever comes again will be a dog!

The man combed her hair, kissed her rosy face, and whispered in her ear: "Woof."

When Qing Wu woke up, it was already the next day.

Xiao Chenyan was nowhere to be seen. There were breakfast snacks on the table, which were being kept warm with spiritual power.

There was a piece of paper under the inkstone next to it, with a line of words written on it in a flowing handwriting: Go get the peach blossom dumplings, and be back at noon.

When they were fooling around yesterday, Qing Wu said that she wanted to eat peach blossom dumplings, and Xiao Chenyan remembered it.

Qing Wu put the note away, picked up the chubby little meat bun on the table and put it in her mouth. She took a bite and the delicious aroma of sauce filled her mouth. She raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.

This craftsmanship is no worse than the dumplings made by the imperial chef in the palace.

Qing Wu picked up a plate of buns, ate them slowly, bite by bite, then walked out of the house and wandered around her new home.

Just as she reached the corridor, Qing Wu suddenly raised her hand and slapped away the evil claws that were reaching out from the side.

Bi Xiaoyuan cried out, eyes wide open, and complained: "Awu, you bad devil, you've gone too far! You didn't even give me the buns to eat! Have you been so stingy?"

"If you keep doing this, I'll betray you! Everyone else must have woken up by now and are looking for you and Yantai Guoguo!"

Qing Wu snorted: "You are a writer, why do you want to eat buns? Ask Yantai to buy you a jar of soybean paste, and you can just dip it in it."

Bi Xiaoyuan's eyes turned red: "Tyrant, incompetent ruler, you are now incompetent and unjust. You and Yantai Guoguo are living happily without shame, and you don't care about my life or death!"

"I paid to send the earthbound ghost to this house! Not only do you not reimburse me, but you also don't even give me buns! I'm really going to make a scene!"

The person in this 'haunted house' is a ground-bound ghost, who actually never did anything bad before or after his death.

It's just that his fate was a bit miserable. When he was alive, he was a widower, a widow, or a lonely person. And when he died, he heard from someone that the underworld was overcrowded with ghosts, and those waiting in line to be reincarnated in the reincarnation path were lined up in the eleventh hall (although it was true).

An old ghost like him who has lost all his incense would not only starve, but also have no place to live. He could only squeeze in with those poor and wild ghosts in the underworld and drink water, or eat the cold wind to get full.

All in all, life as a ghost is miserable.

So, after his death, this guy became a ground-bound ghost, and refused to go down no matter what, insisting on staying in his former home.

This guy, apart from occupying his home and not leaving, didn't do anything else. He occasionally helped his neighbors with small favors, and managed to accumulate a lot of merit for himself.

The local officials saw that he had done nothing wrong, so they did not forcibly take him away.

Until Qing Wu came.

Then Bi Xiaoyuan picked out a tiny bit of money as small as a booger from his own private savings and prepared a tomb for him down there. The resentment of the earthbound ghost immediately disappeared, and he went down there happily!

"You're making a fuss. It just so happens that I'm tired of the old and love the new. I think I can change to a judge's pen!"

Bi Xiaoyuan's face suddenly changed and he immediately hugged his thigh.

"Shasha, wuwu, Awu is such a naughty girl, I love you the most!"

Qing Wu made a disgusted face, picked out the biggest bun and stuffed it directly into her mouth, choking the ungrateful little wolf pen!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Qing Wu and Bi Xiaoyuan looked at each other.

Bi Xiaoyuan's mouth was full of food, and she mumbled, "I'll go open the door!"

When the door opened, it turned out to be a strange lady.

The other party was stunned when she saw Bi Xiaoyuan, and then she saw Qing Wu standing in the yard slowly eating a bun. The old lady cried out and said quickly:

"Madam, how can you still have the leisure to eat buns here!"

"Stop eating now, your husband is being targeted by a demon. If you don't go, his innocence will be in jeopardy!"

Qing Wu blinked, huh?

Yeah yeah yeah? ?

Is there still such excitement to watch?