The eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to weigh a thousand gold, and they tried to open their eyes, but they only tore a small slit the size of a needle's eye, and they couldn't even see the person's appearance clearly. Vaguely I heard a broken thought, "Tsk...... Why did you get blood all over your face, did you drink the blood?"

There was an inexplicable feeling of peace of mind in my heart, so I let my face be wiped out and fell asleep.

Qing Xuan wiped the blood off his face and picked him up. His brows furrowed, and his heart said that this kid was really heavy.

The process of casting the Ghost Fire Flame was painful, and the blood and bones of the whole body seemed to have been sucked away by the person, as if the person had been broken, and then put back together, and the pain of annihilation continued to hit like a wave. He can resist this pain, I don't know if he is strong-willed, or because he has one more Ning Ying than others.

The white bed curtain hung down, and it was vaguely visible that there were two people lying on the bed.

The young man's long eyelashes flashed, and the next second he opened his eyes as if it were an omen, and what greeted him was a face magnified countless times, and he fell asleep quietly with his eyes closed.

Ning Ying's breath stagnated, and she subconsciously shrank back, alarming the sleeping "person". Qingyi's eyes are half-open and half-closed, the peach blossom eyes are filled with a little water wave, flowing slowly, the corners of her lips suddenly gather a smile, and the angle of the corners of her mouth is just right, which will not make people feel serious, nor will they make people feel serious.

"You ......" Qing Xuan opened the first syllable, and the second half of the sentence "Does it feel particularly warm to enter the arms of your stepfather again?" Before he saw the light of day again, he was frightened by Ning Ying's hammer.

The hand was a little heavy, and Qing Miao couldn't help but snort. After this punch, the breath in Ning Ying's heart seemed to be more relaxed, and she lifted the obviously extra quilt and got off the bed.

Qing Xuan rubbed the pain of being beaten by Ning Ying, and sat up half-propped up, her long black hair was unrestrained, and it was scattered like a waterfall.

Qing Xuan changed her clothes, her purple neckline was slightly open, leaking a little tempting spring light, and with that unknown look, it was really eye-catching.

"What are you going to do?" asked Qing Xuan.

Ning Ying replied without looking back: "Take a bath"

Qing Xuan jumped out of bed with great interest, came behind Ning Ying in three steps and two steps, and put a pair of peaceful hands around Ning Ying's waist, "Father-in-law helps you wash? ”

Ning Ying's expression froze at first, and then she quietly pushed away her hands, "Please add a restriction word from my childhood in front of Tiantian, and also, I don't want to talk to you now, and I don't want to have physical contact with some people who will only lie to me."

Qing Xuan obviously couldn't listen to Ning Ying's words, and walked out happily, "I'll go and call a hot bucket of water for you, I just bought one for you and put it in that wardrobe, you take it out to see if it fits, I look at it and it should fit."

The voice of the little father-in-law gradually drifted away, and the remaining few identifiers barely entered Ning Ying's ears, leaving Ning Ying who didn't know whether to be angry or laughing, sighed, and walked to the wardrobe resignedly, opened the wardrobe, and there was a blue brocade dress lying quietly inside.

Rubbing his brows, he untied the longevity lock on his chest and took out his clothes again.

The first time Qing Miao gave him clothes, it was a light blue dress. In order to please the little father-in-law, he said that he especially liked clothes of this color. If it weren't for the difference in the patterns on the clothes, he would have felt that he was so poor that he didn't change his clothes, and he wore the same set every day.

After filling the inn with water, the servant closed the door, leaving behind two wide-eyed ghosts.

"I really don't need to," Ning Ying emphasized again.

"Use" Qing Xuan pushed Ning Ying behind the screen, whether Ning Ying wanted to or not, he stripped off his clothes.

Ning Ying is very white, and her skin is also very good, although she does not have the tight muscular feeling of Qingqiu, but the lines are clear, and it is very pleasing to the eye at a glance. The scars left on his body are few, not deep, faint, and do not affect the overall beauty.

The faces of the two ghosts were shrouded in mist-like vapor, and it was impossible to see their expressions clearly for a while. Qing Xuan held a white towel in his hand, wrung some water casually, and wiped it on Ning Ying's back. It's not very hard, but it rubs out a few red marks, which is very tempting.

"Your skin is so tender, you will have red marks on it just two times?" said Qing Xuan, lightening his strength.

Ning Ying didn't answer him, closed her eyes through the fog and quietly turned her face to the landscape ink painting on the screen.

I was wiping hard, but my hand slipped, and the towel fell off my hand and fell into the water, and Qing Xuan's calloused hands were caught off guard and pressed on Ning Ying's white and tender back.

Ning Ying's body stiffened obviously, as if she didn't dare to come out. Qing Xuan shamelessly pinched Ning Ying's meat, and sighed: "Your skin is really too good to be like a man, tsk, in the future, I will also find a woman with the same skin as you as a lady, rub people in my arms, cherish them, I am excited to think about it, you say no, son"

Under the fog, Ning Ying's expression couldn't be seen clearly, but there was some unhappiness in his voice, "What nonsense is ......"

Qing Miao finally reacted, a little funny, "No, my father-in-law didn't say that you look like a woman, I just ...... I'm just making an analogy ......", and before he finished speaking, Qing Xuan felt a pair of eyes staring at him coldly.

He also felt that the more he continued to talk, the more chaotic it became, so he simply shut up and looked down to find the slippery towel. When he saw that the towel had drifted forward, he stood up and walked to the front of the barrel.

The wood was a little shorter, only reaching Qingyi's waist, looked at Ning Ying, glanced down, and found that the towel had floated to the front of Ning Ying's place. He half-squatted down and went down to fish out the towel, but his fingertips accidentally touched Ning Ying's place, and a strange feeling spread all over his body along the place of contact, like electricity.

The inexplicable Qing Xuan's old face, which was so thick that "no poison invades", also had some embarrassing colors, and he raised his eyes just to meet Shang Ningying's eyes that he didn't know when to open, and the emotions in them were unpredictable.

Ning Ying didn't speak, just looked at Qing Miao quietly, and saw that Qing Miao was very uncomfortable, so she threw the towel back into the water, "Then you should wash it yourself", after speaking, she pretended to be calm and walked out.

Ning Ying kept staring at his back, and it wasn't until that back completely disappeared behind the screen that he withdrew his eyes, and a smile floated on the corner of his mouth.

The new ghost king was born, and there were many "ghosts" who sent money and rare treasures to knot, and the real money was full of dozens of piles, plus Qing Xiang was also very business-minded, and he did what he made money.

Qing Xuan said that he wanted to build a big house for Ning Ying, but he didn't mean to play, he chose a feng shui treasure land, and the golden and brilliant palace group rose from the ground, occupying almost half of the mountain.

Qing Miao is also a person who has been an "official", and his leadership ability is naturally good. In just two years, a ghost army of nearly 200,000 or so has been formed, dominating the ghost world and gaining power.