The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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He thought that he might have been driven crazy by what happened recently, otherwise how could he have such an idea and feel safe staying with such a demon. He should be afraid and try to escape, but now he couldn't move.

He opened his mouth and said in frustration: King, I seem to be sick. Otherwise, it is impossible that he would not stop the person in front of him from ordering killing, and even feel safe staying by his side.

Ye Lin looked at the new pet in his arms, lowered his head and looked very annoyed. After thinking for a while, he said lightly: I will ask the best doctor to see you.

He thought that at least until he had played with it enough, this little thing should remain intact. After all, he didn't know when he would be able to find such a beautiful little thing that would interest him again.

After that, no more words were spoken between the two, and only the sound of the water flowing in the bathtub was heard.

Perhaps the water in the pool was too warm, or perhaps the stimulation today was too great. In this quiet environment, Xiji's recovered consciousness began to become blurred again, and finally he fell asleep leaning on Ye Lin.

Ye Lin looked at the little brother in his arms who was rubbing against him unconsciously, as if he was very dependent on him. He reached out and touched the red mole at the corner of his eye and whispered softly. What a delicate and coquettish little thing.

The next day, Xiji was awakened by the sunlight shining into the room. He also vaguely heard the sound of birds singing outside. He still felt a little dizzy when he opened his eyes.

He felt as if he had been dreaming all night, but when he woke up he could not remember anything. He only remembered that the content of the dream was messy and it was not a good dream.

I touched the space next to me and found that there was no one beside me. I subconsciously felt a little confused.

Just as he was thinking about whether to go back to sleep, he heard the sound of a door opening in front of him, followed by stealthy footsteps.

Before Xiji came to his senses, he saw Mo Shu looking at him happily and said loudly: "Master, you're awake. I came to see if you were awake so that I could ask the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you."

Xiji stared at the smiling little boy in front of him. Seeing that he was still wearing the same blue and white clothes as before, he even began to doubt whether what he saw yesterday was just a dream.

The bloody scene in the dream, the scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere, the little boy standing in the crowd happily waving a huge axe, and himself being held in the arms of the Night King and watching all this, were all just an absurd dream of his.

Have you heard about this? In a teahouse, a group of idle men sat there and started their daily routine of gossiping. The man who was talking was quite old and had a vulgar air.

They were all men who chatted together on weekdays, so as soon as the man opened his mouth, someone responded, "What's wrong?"

The man who took the lead in speaking heard his companion's question and was about to tell him the news he knew, but he paused when the words came to his lips. He looked around for a while, and seeing that there was no one else here except them, who had been hanging out together in the past, he looked at them mysteriously and whispered: Do you know the Han family?

His companion looked at him nervously and mysteriously, and for a moment he was a little rude, and replied disapprovingly: "The Han family? What's so mysterious about it?"

The man who was speaking looked at his bad friends and said with some disgust: And there is the Han family, the Han family that is in charge of our area!