my therapist freaked out

"Then why do you want to kill a house ghost!"

Jiang Hongyu spread his hands: "Honey, I can't control myself."

Bai Wuchang took the opportunity to interject: "No problem, if Mr. Jiang is willing, he can help us gather his soul and send him into reincarnation."

Ke Fan was in a complicated mood.

He didn't agree with all of Ah Yan's remarks, except for one sentence that he couldn't refute.

Their old Gong is indeed a vicious ghost.

"How is it possible?" Jiang Hongyu was noncommittal about the dead hall Yan Luo, but he was still touched by the matter of digging the grave.

He couldn't believe it, and said innocently: "My grave is in the Western Suburb Cemetery."

Just as Bai Wuchang wanted to explain, he was interrupted by Jiang Hongyu: "Okay, these are irrelevant. You go back to the underworld to think about your excuses, and I will come to you when I have time."

Ke Fan was very concerned about Jiang Hongyu's safety, how could he just let him send Bai Wuchang away like this, and quickly stopped him: "No, Mr. Bai, just sit down!"

Jiang Hongyu stretched out his hand to stop him, and put Ke Fan on his body to prevent him from moving: "Don't make a fuss, look at how swollen your feet are. Does it hurt? If you don't love yourself so much, what should you do if you fall into the root cause of the disease in the future?"

After he finished speaking sharply, he turned his head and looked at Bai Wuchang: "Is there any good way to treat bruises in the underworld?"

Bai Wuchang found it difficult to understand this question: "Why does the underworld have such a method?"

Which ghost would sprain his feet?

Then I saw Jiang Hongyu's expression of "what's the use of you", and the other party waved his hand impatiently, the black and white impermanence and light ghost body was blown away by the powerful force, and only the fleeting light that quickly disappeared in front of him could be seen.

When he stopped, he was surrounded by little devils carrying bricks and ruins with mournful faces.Hei Wuchang timidly asked: "Brother Bai, have we gone to hell yet?"

Bai Wuchang looked at the sixth floor that was destroyed by Jiang Hongyu not long ago and the fifth floor that was penetrated, and sighed sadly.

"How could it be so swollen?" Jiang Hongyu slapped the two ghosts away, frowning and observing Ke Fan's ankle.

Ke Fan replied honestly: "Because I kicked it myself."

Jiang Hongyu's eyes widened: "What?"

Ke Fan said: "I am very scared, I am afraid of saying something that should not be said, I want to stay awake."

Jiang Hongyu was speechless, and looked at Ke Fan with a complicated expression.

"It's a trivial matter. I'm a big man. I'm not so delicate. It's your business that matters. Don't you want to know what's going on with you today?" Ke Fan was imprisoned in the arms of his boyfriend. My head is getting too much information tonight.Now at least he knew for certain that everything was safe and sound, and with Jiang Hongyu holding his feet again, he felt comfortable and soon fell asleep.

"Of course I want to know. But in my eyes, these trivial matters can be put aside, and you are the most important." Jiang Hongyu said seriously, "Does it still hurt?"

Ke Fan shook his head: "It's cool, it doesn't hurt."

Seeing his expression, Jiang Hongyu did not look uncomfortable, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, bowed his head and kissed the corner of his mouth: "Baby is so brave."

When Ke Fan accepted a light kiss, he felt that it should be taken for granted, but when he was praised as a child, his face became hot: "What, I just, uh."

His voice was melted between Jiang Hongyu's lips and teeth, turning into a watery hum.

Jiang Hongyu rarely interrupted Ke Fan, but today he really didn't want to start a debate with Ke Fan on the issue of bravery or not.

His Ke Fan is the bravest.

It’s funny to say that when the two first met, Ke Fan was so timid that he fainted on the bed at the first sight of him. He still remembers the sound of Ke Fan tapping his teeth when he pressed him to get the yang essence .

So today he was very pleasantly surprised. Is this really the little guy who shrinks into the shell tremblingly and does not open his eyes whenever there is trouble?

Tit for tat, not giving an inch.

Jiang Hongyu licked his lips lightly, not knowing how to love him dearly.

"Your hair is now gray because of being punished by the underworld. I have heard that life pays a life. You are killing people for me. If I die too, can you escape punishment?"

"So if I die too, even if they still refuse to let it go, at least we are two ghosts, and we have a better chance of winning against them!"

Every sentence of Ke Fan's words is the love that goes with life and death, and it weighs a lot, and every word that falls down makes his heart ache.

Drink ice for him to warm his cold blood.

"Tomorrow, I must, figure it out." Ke Fan was confused, insisting on keeping his eyes open, and soon the upper and lower eyelids could not be separated, "Ask clearly..."

The ending sound was followed by a soft snoring sound, Jiang Hongyu smiled and rubbed the bridge of his nose with the tip of his nose, and lay contentedly on the bed with Ke Fan in his arms.

He looked at Ke Fan for a long time. This man felt soft, and his hair was thin, and the balls were not sticky under his hands.

Jiang Hongyu thought proudly, this person is only so gentle and cute when facing me, and he can ask for anything.

Like an idiot, he admired Ke Fan from head to toe many times with his eyes, and Jiang Hongyu, who had his heart on Ke Fan, spared his energy to think about the affairs of the underworld.

He felt it himself, the power that appeared out of thin air in his body now seemed to be too powerful, and could already affect his emotions and behaviors.

After all, from the bottom of his heart, he had no intention of destroying those two relatively innocent Hall Yamas.

Hei Wuchang shook all these things away today, Ke Fan was exhausted and couldn't pursue it, and it would be really troublesome for him to pursue it tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Jiang Hongyu felt a little annoyed by the existence of Hei Wuchang.

Perhaps feeling his killing intent in his sleep, Ke Fan arched into his shoulder.

How good is this habit of burrowing into cracks as soon as he falls asleep, Jiang Hongyu was so cute that his brain capacity was wiped out.He patted the little guy's back tenderly, buried his head on him, and sucked Ke Fan hard.

Ke Fan gained a sense of security from his comforting, and calmed down.

Jiang Hongyu squinted his eyes, because Bai Wuchang's words were not credible.Before today, he also tested his background to the other party, but this guy kept his mouth shut more than anything else.

The ghost who fought against him said that the tomb was the tomb of the ghost prince.

But Bai Wuchang said that he dug his own grave.

In other words, he is the ghost prince who is called the old-fashioned second?

Jiang Hongyu frowned in disgust.Not to mention anything else, just because Bai Wuchang dared to put the ghost prince under his hands to do things, his mind is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary ghosts.

If he is really so powerful, what kind of prince is he, then how could he fall to the point where he needs to borrow a living person to repay his yang.

Jiang Hongyu looked at the black air overflowing from between his palms, and lightly touched Ke Fan's face.

This matter is probably not that simple, he has no intention of gaining the ability to rule the underworld.But this matter has affected his and Ke Fan's lives, so he must figure it out.

In the early morning of the next day, Ke Fan opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Jiang Hongyu's handsome face close at hand.

But he had no time to appreciate it.He opened his mouth in pain and made a hoarse voice: "Stay away from me..."

Freeze him to death!Ke Fan felt that the right side of his body was sore and numb, and his arm seemed to be frozen.What's more uncomfortable is the stuffy nose and sore throat, which must be a cold.

Jiang Hongyu was at a loss, he just hugged him to sleep in Ke Fan's favorite position.Unexpectedly, his ability was soaring, causing the yang energy brought to him by Ke Fan's blood in the past to melt into the sea like a mud cow, and nothing was left in the majestic gloom.

Ke Fan being hugged by him was like sleeping in a freezer all night.

He was exhausted, he felt cold and couldn't open his eyes, and when he was so cold that he woke up, he was held in his arms and patted gently to hypnotize him.

Now that I have finally had enough sleep, it stands to reason that I should be full of energy.But Ke Fan felt that he was gone.

In the summer, he just got a cold from being caught by Lao Gong. Who can I ask for an argument?

He wrapped himself in a quilt and accused Jiang Hongyu tremblingly, "Why are you so cold?"

Jiang Hongyu: Would you believe me if I said it was because I was too strong?

Jiang Hongyu himself didn't believe it.

He had no choice but to keep a distance from Ke Fan, and casually put on some clothes: "I'll make you some soup."

Ke Fan wrapped himself in a quilt: "No, I need to take cold medicine!"

"What kind of medicine do you take? You are being invaded by Yin Qi, not a cold."

Ke Fan, who has a ghost boyfriend, trusts modern science very much, and firmly retorts: "You must take medicine, and you will get better soon after taking medicine."

Jiang Hongyu is helpless, but this matter is related to Ke Fan's health, and he cannot compromise.

He unbuttoned the clothes he had just put on, revealing his muscular upper body and strong waist, "Isn't it easy to get well soon?"