The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Ye Wang stared at Xiji for a long time, and saw that he was staring at him with open eyes. After a while, he finally nodded and said, "I understand. Come with me. I will think of a way to let you meet those doctors."

Thank you, sir. Xiji knew that it was troublesome for him to make such a request at this time, but the Night King still believed him without hesitation, which made him moved.

After this was settled, the Night King took his hand and prepared to take him to his temporary residence here.

Xiji, who was being led by the Night King, was a little embarrassed at first, but when he saw the water accumulating under the eaves, he suddenly remembered something and stood still.

Feeling the resistance from behind, the Night King also stopped, turned to look at Xiji, and asked in some confusion: What's wrong?

Xiji looked at him, stretched out the hand that was not being held, pointed to the place where the water was stagnant, and said directly: Sir, please ask someone to deal with this kind of stagnant water that is prone to breeding mosquitoes, and then get more mosquito repellent herbs to try to reduce the chances of everyone being bitten by mosquitoes.

Looking at Xiji's serious but solemn expression, the Night King did not ask why. He directly called the guard who followed him over and gave him some instructions, asking him to do what Xiji had just said.

Seeing that the Night King trusted him so much, Xiji's eyes became softer when he looked at the Night King.

Seeing this, the corners of the Night King's mouth curled up slightly.

After the Night King brought the people to his temporary residence, he left them there and went out to arrange affairs.

After the Night King left, Xiji glanced casually at the room and found that the decoration here was much simpler than that of the royal palace. Although the bed, table and wardrobe were all there, there was no decoration at all. It was like an ordinary hotel room, revealing a sense of simplicity everywhere.

He stood in the room and looked at the furnishings in the room, and suddenly remembered the time when they were in exile, and it seemed that they had always lived in such a simple house. Thinking of this, he thought of the person he hadn't seen for a long time, and the smile on his mouth was suppressed again.

Just as Xiji was immersed in his memories, the door was pushed open again, and the person who came in was the Night King with a dark face.

Sir, what happened? Seeing the Night King like this, Xiji felt that it must be something bad, so he immediately went up to him and asked.

The Night King stood there with a dark face, staring at Xiji for a long time, but did not speak immediately. After a long while, he said reluctantly: No, those doctors are unwilling to come in from outside now, you have to go out to see them.

Seeing that it was not a big deal, Xiji immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said: It’s okay, I can get out.

As soon as Xiji finished speaking, the Night King looked at him, glared at him, and roared: "Do you know what the outside world is like now? If you go out like this, aren't you going to die?"

Xiji was not angry even though he was yelled at, because he knew that the Night King was so angry because he cared about him. He sighed, took a step forward, and hugged the Night King's waist, trying to comfort the furious Night King. He coaxed softly: My Lord, I know. But I also guessed a little clue. If you let me go and confirm that I am right, you can save many people.

The Night King hugged the thin brother in his arms and asked viciously: What if you didn’t guess right and you were infected with the disease?

Hearing this, Xiji hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to deceive himself and said: Sir, I will make sure to wrap myself tightly before going to see those doctors.