The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Hearing him say this, Ye Wang glanced at his crippled hand, then looked up at Mr. Guo. Not seeing any emotion other than worry on his face, he sneered and said, "You're right."

Seeing that the Night King had taken his words to heart, Mr. Guo breathed a sigh of relief. The purpose of their coming here was only to inform the Night King of the matter, not to encourage him to go back rashly. After all, it was not a wise choice for the Night King to go back like this.

The Night King looked at Mr. Guo and did not mention going back. Instead, he instructed: Even if you can't go back in the short term, you still have to make the necessary preparations.

Yes, I know. Mr. Guo and Baishan both responded at the same time.

The three of them then discussed what to do. When they were almost done, they heard a knock on the door. Then they heard Xiji's cautious voice asking, "Sir, the meal is ready. Can I come in?"

Hearing that the person coming was Xiji, Mr. Guo and the man in white looked at each other in the room, then respectfully bowed to the Night King who was sitting there, and said, "Sir, we will go down first."

The Night King nodded and agreed.

Xiji held the tray in his hand and looked at the door in front of him, thinking that after the Night King finished his meal and drank his medicine, he would move the Night King's arm to help his hand heal faster.

Just when Xiji was thinking about whether he should ask the old doctor if he could give the Night King some hot compresses to help him recover better, the dilapidated door in front of him creaked open.

Xiji raised his eyes and saw the man in white shirt who came out first. The man with a cold face softened suddenly when he saw that it was him. He looked at Xiji respectfully and said: "Sir, the master is waiting for you inside."

Xiji looked at the person whose expression changed quickly, and was stunned for a moment, but then he quickly came to his senses. Looking at the two people walking out, he said politely: I left your food to warm in the kitchen, sir and Guard Bai, please go over and eat early.

Hearing him say this, the two of them relaxed a little, thanked Xiji, and without staying any longer, turned around and left.

Xiji walked in with the food, looked at the Night King who was sitting there looking at him quietly, and smiled, "Sir, let's eat."

The Night King's eyes swept across his smiling face, then looked at the light meal in his hand. After a long while, he murmured in response, "Hmm."

Xiji looked at the cold Night King and didn't think there was anything wrong. He put the things on the table in the room and began to greet the Night King.

The Night King looked at Xiji who was feeding him tirelessly, looked at the gentle expression on his face, moved his fingertips, and suddenly asked, "Are you bored?"

Xiji looked at him strangely, not knowing what he was talking about, with a look of confusion on his face.

The Night King looked at the confusion on Xiji's face, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Xiji looked at him, thinking that he was just suddenly interested, and didn't ask any more questions.

After the two finished their meal, Xiji brought the boiled medicine to Ye Wang. Seeing Ye Wang drink the medicine that looked very bitter in one gulp, he couldn't help but smack his lips.

When the Night King finished drinking the medicine and looked at the empty bowl, Xiji thought of something and said to the Night King happily: My lord, wait a moment, you still have something to eat.