The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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It was not until the Night King noticed that water drops were dripping onto the back of his hand that he stopped fiddling with the red beans. Then he quickly and forcefully turned Xiji's face to face him.

The Night King had not expected that Xiji would react like this. He had expected that Xiji would turn against him, would be devastated, and would be too cowardly to accept these facts. But he had not expected that Xiji would cry so sadly.

The Night King looked at the tears welling up in his eyes, reached out and wiped them, rubbed them with his fingertips, and looked at Xiji's confused eyes, as if he was very puzzled. Seeing Xiji getting more and more sad, the Night King was very puzzled. He turned him around to face himself, held up his face, and asked in a low voice: Why? Why are you so sad?

Feeling the warmth on his face, Xiji raised his hand and covered the back of the Night King's broad hand. Through his hazy vision, he looked at the Night King, who was confused like a child who couldn't get the candy but asked why. He asked in a hoarse voice: Why can you regard human life as such a worthless thing?

Those people were clearly trying so hard to live, whether they were the villagers working hard in the fields or the children who greeted him when they met him, everyone was so vivid. Why could the Night King deny the objections of those people's existence with just one sentence?

After hearing his words, the Night King's eyes no longer had the doubt just now, but gradually became sharp. He stood up and leaned back, looking at Xiji who was sitting on his lap with a cold face. There was no emotion in his tone, of course, because those lives were not valuable things.

Upon hearing this, Xiji bit his lower lip. He remembered the origin of this body, Mo Shu, who saved the Night King. There was a hint of hatred in his eyes as he stared at the Night King.

The Night King looked at the abnormal Xiji, frowned, and looked very unhappy. He shook his head, stood up, pinched his chin, and his voice was a little dangerous, "You hate me? You hate me for those insignificant pariahs?"

Xiji looked at the angry Night King and felt the increasing force on his chin, but he was not so sad at this time. He held back the tears in his eyes and stared straight at the Night King. His voice was a little choked because he had just cried. "If I died, would you not care, sir?"

As soon as Xiji said this, the Night King seemed to be irritated and shouted quickly: Shut up!

Xiji was originally immersed in his own thoughts. As soon as he thought that if he died here, no one would remember him, and no one would know that a visitor from another world had been here.

Surrounded by such great sadness, Xiji felt desperate, but was shocked by the Night King's reaction.

Chapter 63 Figured it out

Xiji was a little overwhelmed by the Night King's roar. He could only open his innocent eyes, looking at him confused and helpless.

The Night King looked at Xiji with an ugly expression on his face. He reached out and pinched his chin hard, with such force that Xiji almost cried out in pain. He said in a cold tone: I don't want to hear such words again. If you want to die, I can grant your wish, but not now.

Xiji looked at the Night King in confusion, not understanding why he was so angry all of a sudden, and his anger was even more frightening than before. He simply forgot his sadness just now, staring at the Night King stupidly, seemingly unable to recover.

The Night King looked at the dazed Xiji and saw that the sadness in his eyes had faded away, leaving only confusion. He eased the strength in his hands, loosened the force that was clamping on him, and lazily fell back, leaning on the cushion behind him.