In love with the ghost king

When Meng Jing woke up, he saw Chu Sheng hugging him, leaning against the wall wearily, obviously he hadn't closed his eyes all night, and he was sleeping lightly with his eyes closed at the moment.

Meng Jing tossed until dawn last night, and Chu Sheng used his spiritual sense to confirm everything was fine before he dared to close his eyes slightly.Noticing the movement in his arms, he couldn't help waking up from the dream: "Ah Jing!"

Meng Jing embraced him and let him lean on his shoulder: "I'm here, I'm fine."

"It's fine." Chu Sheng pulled out a ray of consciousness again, ready to go deep into his body, but found that he couldn't see it anyway.

Meng Jingdao: "Don't look at it, you are not some kind of god now, what kind of divine consciousness is being drawn randomly, what if the soul is gone?"

"It's nothing." Chu Sheng smiled awkwardly, pushed Meng Jing away, and stood up while leaning on the wall, "Go and see Chi Qing and the others."

Meng Jing nodded, stood up and said, "I was confused last night, but what did I do?"

Does he not remember?Chu Sheng was taken aback, and said in relief: "It's nothing, I just kept calling someone's name, and it must be someone very important to Your Excellency the Ghost King."

Meng Jing bowed his head and was silent for a long time before asking, "What's your name?"

Chu Sheng rubbed his temples, and replied truthfully: "Ah Ning."

Seeing that Meng Jing didn't answer, Chu Sheng thought that he had touched his sadness again, so he could only comfort him: "If he knows that you miss you so much, he will be happy in his heart."

"I'm sorry for him."

Chu Sheng was stunned for a moment, his expression was in a trance, and there seemed to be dense pain spreading in his heart. Before he could answer, Meng Jing took Chu Sheng's hand and said, "Ah Sheng, I can't remember many things clearly last night. Please forgive me for...offending."

I don't know what stupid thing I did, did I provoke him again...Meng Jing wished to slap the self yesterday twice, knowing that such a thing could not be controlled when it flared up, he still had a selfish heart to slap him. Stay, bastard!

Chu Sheng responded shallowly: "Well, don't worry about it—it's just that your injury was better last night?"

Meng Jing smiled: "Nothing, don't worry."

Chu Sheng thought that he must have some unspeakable secrets, so he didn't pursue it further. It's not good to go deep into the priest and the ghost king.

When they arrived at the ghost king's main palace, Chu Sheng discovered that the ghost king's palace had a name - "Huaining Palace". Unexpectedly, seeing Meng Jing's fierceness, he would be so elegant.

After Dr. Ruan's treatment, Chi Qing was fine, but it was a pity that Dr. Ruan had left when they came in.Chu Sheng was somewhat regretful for not being able to meet this expert with superb medical skills.

Just at this time, Yao Chi came back and overturned the table as soon as he entered the door, and the red clothes flew like a ball of flames.

Everyone was afraid to come out.

Chu Sheng thought: Why is the temper of this demon king more difficult to provoke than Tianxiang Xingjun...

Meng Jing said slowly from the side: "Have you caught up?"

Yao Chi didn't look at him, but said in a muffled voice, "Run away."

Then he was furious again, and said fiercely: "He disappeared when he ran to the southern country. That is his lair, and I did not catch up."

Needless to say, Meng Jing replied indifferently: "Trash."

Chu Sheng also didn't understand why a dignified Demon Lord was willing to be so humiliated by the King of Ghosts.

But soon, he felt that his idea was really worthless, because Yao Chi scolded back again: "You are capable, so you should go after it yourself."

Meng Jing stopped talking.

I saw a folding fan next to Yao Chi smashing his head and face. The latter didn't react for a while, and was smashed straight.

Yao Chi opened his hand to call out his sword, and Meng Jing opened his hand to call back the "Believe without Regret" fan. The two looked at each other coldly, full of gunpowder.

Chu Sheng hurriedly stood between the two of them, pushed back Yao Chi's sword, pressed Meng Jing's fan, and said helplessly, "Calm down, you two."

If the two of them fight, let alone whether the people in the house will be safe or not, the palace alone may lose their lives.

Yao Chi frowned, and slowly withdrew his sword: "For the sake of this beauty, I won't argue with you for the time being."

Meng Jing couldn't bear it anymore, regardless of Chu Sheng, threw the folding fan in his hand, bypassed Chu Sheng and hit Yao Chi's face, and said coldly: "Long memory."

Just when Chu Sheng thought there was going to be another bloodbath, Yao Chi was stunned for a while, as if someone was calling him, stomped his feet, gave Meng Jing a hard look, ignored him, turned and left.

"What's wrong with him?" Chi Qian couldn't help but said, "It's so strange."

Meng Jing withdrew his fan, snorted coldly, and said, "It's not normal."

After that, he turned to look at Chi Qing again: "Brother, is your injury better?"

Chi Qing was stunned for a moment, then turned to smile and said: "Thank you, Your Excellency, Ghost King, there was no serious problem at first, after Dr. Ruan's treatment, it is much better now."

"Your Excellency the Ghost King, can we play here a little longer?" Zhu Ke said, her "Your Excellency the Ghost King" yelled very solemnly, but people felt the ridicule in it inexplicably.

Meng Jing put his hand behind his back: "Whatever you want."

Zhu Ke frowned, and smiled happily: "Then... about the man in black, I have to ask Lord Ghost King."

Meng Jing: "..."

As the cold night was approaching, Zhu Ke really took Chi Qing and Chi Qian to the street early in the morning, and insisted on asking them to accompany her, but the two had no choice but to hold her back.

Meng Jing also dragged Chu Sheng to the street, seeing his frown slightly, he couldn't help asking.

Chu Sheng replied truthfully: "I was wondering where the man in black came from. Why did he want to catch ghosts again and again."

Meng Jingdao: "Don't worry, Ah Sheng, I will settle the score with him. I will give you an answer in just one day."

Chu Sheng smiled, and responded lightly, but the sadness on his brow did not dissipate.

Meng Jing hesitated, and stretched out his hand to pull him to a stall: "Today is the festival, Asheng will pick one for me, and I will take you to set off the river lanterns."

Chu Sheng admired the various river lanterns on the stall.

Today is the Ghost Festival... No wonder the long street is so lively.

Meng Jing said in a low voice, "Ah Sheng, pick one for me, and I'll take you to set off the river lantern."

For some reason, Meng Jing's hesitation today reminded him of the way he hugged himself and cried fiercely last night.

Aning.

Such a name popped up in my heart, since it is a very important old friend, presumably he is thinking about others when he sees things, and thinks of his Aning again.

I don't know if his Aning also accompanied him to carry the river lantern like this before?

"Asheng?" Seeing that Chu Sheng was a little dazed, Meng Jing couldn't help calling him again.

Meeting Meng Jing's burning eyes, Chu Sheng agreed, and lowered his head to choose one for him: "How about this?"