In love with the ghost king

Anin?

It is expected that Meng Jing's sanity is not very clear, so he was misidentified.

"Ah Ning, I was wrong..." Meng Jing's eyes were a little red, his sanity was not clear, and he didn't even intend to let go of his hand, but he still held on firmly.

Chu Sheng was stunned, and his heart suddenly felt sore. How could anyone bear the ghost king's appearance.

Originally, one hand had made him numb from the pillow, but the other hand was still holding on like this, how could anyone treat him?

He couldn't help but hold Meng Jing's veins in a very awkward posture, and suddenly came back to his senses, forgetting, how can a ghost have a heartbeat...

Chu Sheng scolded himself secretly in his heart, and fell into a deadlock for a while.

Meng Jing tried his best to open his misty eyes, grabbed Chu Sheng's sleeve corner with one hand, and said hoarsely, "A-Ning..."

Chu Sheng was afraid that provoking him would cause more trouble, so he responded softly, made a tactic in his hand, pulled out a wisp of his consciousness, and scanned deeply into Meng Jing's body.

Although I have a mortal body, I can still use this simple fairy world technique, probably... It's because of my fate that I couldn't bear it and made a small trouble for myself.

Suddenly, Chu Sheng opened his eyes suddenly, his face was pale, what did he see—Meng Jing's soul was shattered inch by inch, it was too light to say that it was torn apart.

Looking at Meng Jing again, he buried his head deeply in front of Chu Sheng's chest, his tears overflowed and got wet, obviously enduring great pain.

To others, it's like a big stone rolling over one's body, going over and over again and again until it turns into dust.

Chu Sheng had never encountered such a situation, and he was afraid that what he said would irritate him and make Meng Jing even more uncomfortable, so he could only discuss in a low voice: "Ah Jing, ask the doctor to come and have a look."

Meng Jing was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, grabbed the corner of Chu Sheng's clothes, and shook his head vigorously in his arms.

Chu Sheng sighed, blaming Meng Jing for playing a temper tantrum. He was about to cast a spell to knock him out, but he saw him raise his hand, a little red light flickered on his fingertips, and pointed towards the center of his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?!" Chu Sheng stopped him and yelled.

Meng Jing was so uncomfortable that he thought about letting go of his soul.

"A-Ning." He raised his head and called out, "Don't let me go again, I want to accompany you, 300 years, I have waited for 300 years."

Meng Jing cried fiercely, and took Chu Sheng's hand firmly and placed it on his heart.

Chu Sheng's eyes were red, and he did as he wanted, and only whispered: "I'm here, don't go - can you let the doctor come over?"

"Don't." Meng Jing's face was pale, and he clenched his teeth, "Don't let others know."

Chu Sheng was taken aback, then nodded slightly: "Okay."

Perhaps, the legendary wild ghost king is not so unrestrained and unrestrained, at least, in charge of all ghosts, it is inevitable that there will be people with ulterior motives and intentions of rebellion, so you need to be careful every step of the way.

Meng Jing comforted, gritted his teeth and whispered: "It will be fine in a while, you stay with me."

Chu Sheng responded blankly, and changed his posture, hoping to make Meng Jing lean on his body more comfortably, but in this situation, it is estimated that no matter what posture Meng Jing is in, Meng Jing will not feel comfortable.

He pulled out his hand and wiped Meng Jing's tears with his sleeve: "Don't cry."

After a long silence, he added: "I'm not leaving."

Meng Jing bit his lower lip until it was bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead popped out. His thin hands grabbed Chu Sheng's skirt tightly and tore it to pieces.

Chu Sheng took out a talisman, intending to make Meng Jing fall asleep first before making a decision, but as soon as he took it out, the talisman ignited automatically - the ghost king's spiritual power is too strong, and these tricks are useless at all.

Chu Sheng threw the talisman away quickly, and held Meng Jing's hand again, feeling distressed: "Don't hurt yourself."

Resisting Meng Jing's urge to self-destroy his soul again, the person in his arms gradually quieted down, and Chu Sheng threw out a ray of consciousness to glance around, seeing that his soul was healing little by little, he let go of his heart.

Maybe it's because the ghost king practiced some unspeakable secret technique, and it's not known. After all, the world is so big that there are no surprises.As a priest, he couldn't ask any more questions.

"A-Ning, I want to become a Taoist couple with you." Meng Jing in his arms seemed to calm down, and gradually let go of his hands, only leaning his head in the crook of Chu Sheng's arms, muttering to himself.

"Taoist." Xu did not hear Chu Sheng's response, so he said it again, frowning.

The spiritual consciousness that Chu Sheng threw away just now was still on Meng Jing's body, and he felt that his healed soul was torn apart again. He thought that he could not go against him, and quickly replied: "Okay, become a Taoist couple."

He had no way of identifying who "A Ning" Meng Jing was talking about, maybe... an old friend whom he couldn't love.

"Let me hug you." Meng Jing said again.

Chu Sheng helped his forehead, thinking that he was sick, he leaned down and hugged him, and found that the hotness on his body had gradually faded away, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Jing murmured in Chu Sheng's ear, "Wake up in the middle of the night, and reach out to hug you. There will always be only a stiff corpse, cold to the heart. Calling you, no one pays attention to me, and no one knows my intentions."

Chu Sheng patted him on the back and sighed silently.

Presumably, the ghost king should also be a person who was hurt by love when he was alive.

"After you left, I read the Four Books and Five Classics, and learned a lot of literary words. I asked you, but you ignored me. It was three years at first, and then 300 years. I was waiting for you." Meng Jing's voice was hoarse and vague. Unclear, Chu Sheng just listened quietly, scanning with his divine sense from time to time.

"Justify me."

"Yeah." Chu Sheng brushed the broken hair on his forehead for him, "In the future, I will become a Taoist couple with you."

Chu Sheng didn't know whether Bai Dongxi's face was an illusion created by Meng Jing, or whether it was his original appearance.

"A'Ning, what I said this time is true."

Chu Sheng replied in a low voice, extremely gentle: "Well, I know."

Suddenly, he remembered that every time Bai Dong was willing to lie on his bed with the quilt, the reason every time was "fear of the dark". Chu Sheng didn't know whether his words were true or not. A priest himself is always young, and based on such a relationship, he accepted Bai Dong with a loving heart.

Occasionally at night, Bai Dong would hug him in his sleep, and then hesitantly hugged him tightly. Presumably, it was Meng Jing who remembered the past.

"Become a couple."

"Hmm." For some reason, Chu Sheng felt uncomfortable, as if something was missing.