The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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It was the Night King, who was currently sitting in front of the first pile of firewood, quietly looking at the flames, the half of his face not covered by the mask showing sharp edges and corners.

Xiji wondered what the whole face under the mask looked like. Perhaps it was not as scary as the rumors said.

When the Night King looked up, he saw Xiji staring at him. The moment he saw him looking at him, he turned from being stunned to panic. He was like a scared rabbit, looking around but couldn't find a direction to hide.

The Night King looked at him, and suddenly curled the corners of his lips. Then he raised his hand and waved over there, motioning him to come over.

When Xiji saw the Night King looking at him, he felt a little annoyed that he shouldn't have been staring at him. Now when he saw him waving at him, he was even more at a loss.

He wanted to turn around and run away, but his mind told him that this was not possible. So, he suppressed the urge to run away and moved towards the Night King step by step. God knows how much he didn't want to go there!

Of course, the Night King could see Xiji's reluctance. His delicate face was full of his inner thoughts, and one could tell what he was thinking at a glance.

He originally thought that the young man sent by the Xi family was no different from those trained toys, but now it seems that he is a little different.

When Xiji finally walked up to the Night King reluctantly, he saw that the Night King, who had originally called him over, had turned his gaze away again. He didn't say anything, and didn't tell him anything. He didn't even say a word about what he had called him to do.

Xiji couldn't help but doubt whether he was being too self-indulgent just now. In fact, the Night King was not calling him, but someone else, and he misunderstood and ran over with eager eyes.

Thinking of this, he felt so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do and could only stand there stupidly.

It wasn't until a guard came over, set up a simple grill over the Night King's flames, and skillfully grilled the chicken they had caught from somewhere that the Night King looked up at him and asked, "You can do it, right?"

Xiji: Do? What?

Seeing Xiji looking at him in confusion, with a bit of silliness on his delicate face, Ye Wang thought that this boy was probably a little stupid.

Looking at this face that he inexplicably found pleasing to the eye, the Night King still patiently continued to speak, "Roast chicken, do you know how to make it?"

Hearing him say this, Xiji instantly understood what he wanted him to do, nodded quickly, then came to the guard and took over the roast chicken he was originally going to make.

The guard was a little surprised at first, then he glanced at the Night King secretly, then looked at the young man who rolled up his sleeves to reveal a pair of white arms, and he tactfully went down.

Seeing Xiji unceremoniously rolling up his sleeves, revealing a pair of arms that were still shiny white in the twilight, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: Put your sleeves down.

When doing things, Xiji always rolled up his sleeves to prevent them from getting dirty. Hearing the displeasure in the Night King's voice, he was really shocked.

Looking back, he saw the Night King pursing his lips and looking at him unfriendly. Being timid to begin with, he didn't dare to say anything at this moment. He could only mutter "lunatic" silently and put down his sleeves.