He has the irritable and unruly temperament of the ghost clan, but anyone or ghost who wants to enter the red maple forest to plot against him will die at his hands.

However, in a few years, he became the overlord of the Yin Ghost in Jizhou.

Ghosts live by sucking the angry spirits of human beings, feeding on flesh and drinking blood, which is bloody and brutal. He hated it, and he didn't associate himself with the ghosts.

Su Qingyuan never knew what human life was like, and he didn't want to see it. In his mind, human beings are all kinds of greedy, buried in vain, and vicious species. That's what he's ever seen.

Until a person broke into the red maple forest in Jizhou.

Broke into his world.

The man was dressed in white and looked like a fairy, with a thin sword at his waist and a moonlit longbow on his back.

He couldn't imagine that this was the ugly-faced man he had hated for a long time.

……

"Why don't you go and drink with everyone, what are you thinking?"

Bai Liao's voice suddenly pulled him back to reality.

Hua Yin shook his head, looked at the man sitting beside him, and there was a slight smile in his eyes: "It's nothing, it's just that I drank too much and drank a little bit and wanted to come out to blow the wind." Looking at the starry sky, there is just a bit of emotion. ”

After speaking, Hua Yin raised the can in his hand, "Drink?" ”

Bai Liao looked at the green beer can he held in his hand, and he didn't know what he thought, and his eyes suddenly became dark and uncertain. He stretched out his hand to take it, rubbed the side of the can, and saw the shallow water stain left by the young man in the moonlight, and his lips were imprinted, and he took a sip gently.

Another bite.

At the end, he pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "Well, it's delicious." ”

Hua Yin actually heard Bai Liao's voice in a trance, cold and hoarse, like the immortal in his heart, which was his white moonlight, cinnabar mole, and blood in his heart.

He raised his eyes to look at Bai Liao, only to see Bai Liao holding the empty jar in his hand, and his voice was gentle and shy: "It seems that there is no more." ”

Hua Yin lowered his head and laughed twice, his long eyelashes like a feather fan trembled slightly.

Sure enough, he drank too much to hear wrong.

I couldn't tell the difference between Bai Liao and the master's voice.

Hua Yin held the steps with his hands, leaned lazily on Bai Liao, put his hands around his neck, and tightly confined him by his side.

Looking up at the starry sky, revealing a smooth and graceful jawline, together with a white neck, his eyes were a little blurred, his voice was faintly fluttering, and his words were out of tune: "You are not a master, and he is also good-looking master, but he hates me......"

Bai Liao's breath stagnated, and he restrained his panicked emotions in a flash. Then he gently patted the young man's shoulder, "Is it the master in the game?" ”

Hearing this question, Hua Yin suddenly woke up, his heart sank, and he felt a chill in his back.

Sure enough, wine is not a good thing.

Hua Yin let go of the hand that was imprisoning him, and pretended to be confused and murmured, "No, no, not ......"

yawned, stood up beamingly, shook his body, and was supported by Bai Liao.

"It's time to sleep, let's go."

Bai Liao held his shoulders uneasily, and his gentle voice was not the slightest different, "Well, I'll help you." ”

Back to the room.

Before going to bed, while Bai Liao was not paying attention, Hua Yin left a kiss on his cheek.

His arms were very possessive, his hair hung down to his cheeks, and his mellow and slightly hoarse voice was a little tired, "Good night, dear." ”