Lord ghost please let me go

"Confession... Confession?!"

Mo Ju couldn't believe his ears, "Master Meng, are you joking?"

Mu Qingshao raised her eyebrows and asked, "You don't believe me?"

Knowing that his reaction was too big, Mo Ju quickly calmed down and said, "I can't say I don't believe it... I'm just surprised."

Mu Qingshao stretched out her other hand and flicked Mo Ju's forehead, and the crisp ringtone rang in his ears.

Mo Ju covered his forehead in pain, and looked at Mu Qingshao accusingly, not understanding why she suddenly hit him.

"You're lucky, kid, what you drank was inferior Mengpo soup." Mu Qingshao explained with a smile, "This Mengpo soup was originally for those heartless people, so it's very easy to get back the memory. It’s enough to have passion and desire.”

Mo Ju still didn't quite understand, and asked, "But if there is love, wouldn't it count as being in love? Why do you have to... have to confess?"

To put it bluntly, Mo Ju is still too embarrassed to take the initiative to reveal his feelings.

Mu Qingshao's smile gradually became a little weird, and there was a strange light in the bottom of her eyes, and she said, "Don't miss it, you have to have desire besides affection, do you understand desire? Desire is desire, that kind of Sexual desire."

If it weren't for Mo Ju not being a living person, at this moment, his face would turn red with a "rub" of the ground, like an overripe apple.

"Guang, in broad daylight, you, what are you talking about!" Mo Ju didn't even care about the etiquette.

How could Lady Meng say such a thing so naturally!

Mo Juguang couldn't help but feel ashamed when he recalled that sentence.

"Puff hahaha!" Seeing his youthful reaction, Mu Qingshao still couldn't help laughing out loud, "Why are you shy? You'll have to experience it sooner or later."

Mo Ju simply covered his face with his hands, not looking at Mu Qingshao.

Afraid that the teasing would be too much, Mu Qingshao didn't dare to laugh for a long time, and said after calming down, "Don't worry, it's natural to have affection to passion and desire. As long as you choose a suitable atmosphere, basically It's more than half successful."

Mo Ju also deliberately ignored those who wanted or didn't want to, and said distressed: "But, he seems to have had a true love before his death, and it would be too immoral for me to confess to him. I don't want him to be distressed either. "

Often when it comes to this kind of time when she can act as a life guide, Mu Qingshao will be a little serious.

She smiled and rubbed the ends of Mo Ju's hair, and said, "Have you been to the world yesterday?"

Po Meng's Naihe Curie has a Wangchuan mirror, which allows her to spy on any place in the world.It's just that she never uses it under normal circumstances.

Mo Ju had a certain understanding of this Wangchuan mirror, so he guessed that Mu Qingshao knew about this through Wangchuan mirror, so he nodded without denying it.

Mu Qingshao smiled, and continued: "You should open the letter that the girl named Liu Wan gave you as soon as possible, it contains what you want."

"Is there something I want?" Mo Ju didn't quite understand what Mu Qingshao meant.

She didn't explain too much, and added: "Tonight is Liu Yi's last night staying near the ghost gate. Go back and think about it."

After finishing speaking, her empty hand slid in the air.

This kind of action is chasing away customers.

Sure enough, with the faint sound of a bell, Mo Ju, who was originally in the Wangchuan River, suddenly returned to the stone tablet engraved with "Naihe".

And at the moment Mo Ju was teleported away, a blue figure came out from not far away - it was Wen Tang who came.

Wen Tang put away his usual appearance in front of Mo Ju, and looked at Mu Qingshao with a complicated expression. "Why do you want to help? You should know the rules set by King Qin Guang."

Mu Qingshao raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then pursed her lips and said, "Rules are dead—ah, even ghosts are dead too. But after so many years, it's rare for someone to make it this far, so why not do it?"

Wen Tang pursed his lips for a while, finally sighed softly, bowed to salute, and said respectfully: "So, Wen Tang is here to thank Mrs. Meng for Mo Ju."

Mu Qingshao just smiled and said nothing.

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Beside the stele, Mo Ju stood there in a daze, still thinking about the last two words Mu Qingshao said.

There will be what he wants in the envelope?

envelope!

Mo Ju, who had managed to turn the corner with his brain, finally grasped the key words, he rummaged through his body, and took out the letter he had forgotten.

"Fortunately, it's still there." Mo Ju gently smoothed the crumpled envelope, thankful that he didn't throw it away so many times along the way.

Maybe it was due to the rush of time, Liu Wan didn't have time to seal the envelope, so Mo Ju easily pulled out the letter paper inside.

He couldn't wait to read it carefully, but when he saw the first line, he froze in place——

"Mo Ju, courtesy name Qing'an, nicknamed An'an, the young master of the Mo Mansion. Eight years ago, he committed suicide by taking poison in his room, and the whole mansion repented."

Mo Ju... Mo Qing'an...

The moment the two names were linked together, Mo Ju felt that something was about to emerge.

But in the end, the part that belonged to the memory was still empty, but this still couldn't prevent a great joy from hitting Mo Ju.

Mo Qing'an passed away eight years ago, and he lost his memory five years ago, so the timing is right.And according to what Wen Tang said, he must have belonged to the Mo family before his death.

In other words, Liu Yi's beloved Mo Qing'an was him!

From extremely sad to extremely happy all at once, it was the first time that Mo Ju realized what big ups and downs are - although to him it should be big ups and downs.However, Mo Ju still respected Liu Wan's writing achievements, suppressed his excitement and continued to read the letter.

There was nothing in the back of the letter that could arouse his mood swings. The main reason was that Liu Wan explained that she didn't know what would happen if she had to confirm his identity hastily, and she couldn't bear to see him lose his mind because of it, so she pretended not to know him afterwards. he.

After reading the letter, Mo Ju could almost calm down.

As he folded the letter and put it away, he walked back.

Now that he was sure that he would not meddle in others, it stands to reason that Mo Ju should be able to let go of the pressure in his heart.But after all, he was used to the difference in status with Liu Yi, and he was a little timid when he walked halfway.

In any case, I haven't maintained a relationship for five years. Maybe Liu Yi's heart has long faded?

Mo Ju, who was mired in his own humbleness, forgot that not long ago he had been entangled in why Liu Yi wanted to treat him well.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the cabin at the gate of hell, his pace became slower and slower, and he gradually stopped.

Or today is still...forget it?

Mo Ju pursed his lips and struggled for a moment, and finally made up his mind not to turn back.He turned around wearily, intending to return to his residence.

It's just that this person's body was half turned sideways, and the look of despair disappeared all of a sudden - he was frightened by the silent ghost behind him.

"Scared!" Mo Ju jumped unconsciously, took two or three steps back before realizing it was Wen Tang, "My God, Wen Tang, why are you silent?"

Wen Tang, who called him several times without getting a response, blinked innocently, "I called you, but you ignored me. What happened to you just now? You're out of your mind."

Mo Ju, who came back to his senses, dodged his eyes, forced a smile, and said, "It's nothing, just a small matter."

"Don't come here." Wen Tang obviously didn't believe it, put his hand on his shoulder, and led him forward, "Your little thought is almost written on your face. You like ghosts but dare not say it? "

The thoughts that had been hidden for several years were suddenly revealed, and Mo Ju stumbled and almost fell.

He didn't know what Wen Tang thought about this kind of affection that went against the world, and he was anxious for a while and didn't know how to answer.

Wen Tang thought he was embarrassed, and patted him on the shoulder with a playful smile, and said quite generously: "In any case, you were a human being before your death, and your emotions and desires are perfectly normal. Tell him if you like it, what are you talking about?"

"But Mr. Guicha is a man." Mo Ju just pretended to be Wen Tang and ignored this fact, "I am also a man."

Only then did Wen Tang realize what Mo Ju was struggling with.

And Mo Ju, who reminded Wen Tang, lowered his eyelashes, and slightly tugged at the corners of his clothes with his hands, looking very disturbed.

So he also missed the complex emotions that flashed in Wen Tang's eyes.

The two walked for a while in silence, Mo Ju's clothes were all crumpled by him.

Sure enough...it's not acceptable for people, his deviant emotion.

He thought that Wen Tang's silence was only because of his friend's affection, so he curled the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, and said lightly: "If you feel disgusted, you can just say it, I also know how I feel..."

He was roughly interrupted by Wen Tang as soon as he finished speaking.

"You are not allowed to say that you are disgusting!"

Mo Ju was stunned, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Tang's displeasure.

"What's wrong with being all men? Isn't it enough to be connected with each other if you like it? You don't care about his men and women!"

If this remark was to be made public in the world, Wen Tang would probably be chased down ten or eight alleys—the kind of chasing and beating.

Mo Ju didn't expect that Wen Tang didn't mind this kind of thing at all, but he was still worried after all, "But this is against Gangchang ethics..."

"Fuck his fucking ethics!" Wen Tang's face darkened, he was much more irritable than usual on this topic, "Love is obviously a matter between two people, why should we be restricted by these rules!"

"If you want to confess, just go, I will support you when the sky falls!"

Those three short sentences smashed into Mo Ju's heart word by word. He stared blankly at Wen Tang, who had made bold words and ambitions, and his heart felt sour for no reason.

The chains that imprisoned him before could not move seemed to be severed at this moment, and his bruised and bruised body was released, but there was no excessive pain. Instead, it seemed that there was a ray of light caressing his whole body, making him feel warm.

Mo Ju had a very strange feeling, as if he had been waiting for such words for a long time.

Although this was not what he was struggling with originally, he still re-established his determination when Wen Tang's words fell.

It's been five years, and he doesn't want to wait any longer. This kind of time of gathering less and leaving more is undoubtedly uncomfortable for him.

He wanted to try to be a brave chaser.