Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 721
It's just that no matter where you start, you feel that it is more difficult to start than stabbing yourself with a knife.

She wants the King of Ghosts to be Hou Xiju, and Taizhen wants the King of Ghosts to be Yutian. Perhaps the most uncomfortable thing in this kind of tug-of-war is him, because neither she nor Taizhen is for him.

I don't know if there is a hurt heart under his stern appearance?

He is actually not wrong, because he bears the dark side of Hou Xiri and Yu Tian's wish, since he became like this, he has carried these obsessions.

But because of this, she kept blaming, coercing, and criticizing him. No matter how tough he was, she wanted to exert ten times and a hundred times more force on him.

How did he admit that he saw her with his left eye?

How did he tell Yuezhidrop that Yue'e was touched by her memory.

When he distorted his character a little bit and responded to her heart hard, she never asked whether he was uncomfortable or relieved, the only thing she wanted was to let her come back, to let him give up his obsession with attacking the sky, to let him give up on himself ...

But he is Houxiri.

It's just that the temper has become different from before, right?
The hand on his heart finally just gently comforted him. This is when he hadn't completely stopped beating, but she forcibly sealed Yutian in his human heart. She didn't choose to let him die at the beginning, and she has no right to let him die today. He dies.

She is the cause, and he is the effect. The person who should bear these sufferings should not be him, but her Lingguang Shenjun.

If it wasn't for the lingering lust for the queen back then, if it wasn't for fulfilling the promise to the queen, let him become the overlord and start the prosperous world, how could there be such a karmic reincarnation?
Therefore, she is his cause and his effect, and she is his kindness and his obsession.

So if he could be freed by giving up her, then she hoped that he could give up completely without going through struggle and pain.

But fate is always entangled in such an intertwined way, and in the end, misfortune comes from the root.

Mingyue put her hand on his chest and asked in a low voice, "Does it... hurt here? You, it hurts, right?"

Her words were as light as a feather, but, just like the light slap on his cheek yesterday, the softer it was, the more painful it was.

After the room was quiet for a long time, the ghost king turned his back to the bright moon and faced outside.

Mingyue looked at his back and suddenly her eyes were sore, how could an enemy fully reveal her back to the other party?How sure was he that she would not kill him?
Those tall shoulders, long black hair...

Mingyue slowly leaned over, hugging her back against his hair, and finally understood the feeling of hugging her back in the past, how longing to hold her close to her heart.

But she has never really experienced such a heavy liking from him...

When she is god, he is human.

When she is human, he is a ghost.

When she is an idol, he is a ghost.

When she is a god again, he is still a ghost.

Therefore, when Hou was hugging Huangfu Lord, when Chu Ziyan was hugging Zhao Mingyue, when Hou Xiri was hugging a puppet, when Hou Xiri was hugging Lingguang Shenjun.

When the current ghost king is holding Lingguang Shenjun...

Maybe it's like when Lingguang Shenjun is holding the ghost king now, it's so heavy but still wants to be close to the heart.

"like you."

Mingyue whispered in his hair.

"I also like...you now."

The lighter the pain.

The ghost king with his back to the moon slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear.

He slept well last night, but he woke up very early. He could feel her hand lingering on his neck, lingering in his heart.

At that moment he was thinking...

In order to keep her way of heaven, and for the boundless love she has always pursued, she missed the moment when he was at the peak of happiness, at least when he was sleeping.

He didn't know why he didn't move, why he seemed to be waiting for her to strike.

If she does it, he will be happy, right?

Either he died happily or he didn't feel as happy about being entangled with her anymore, so he could really make a clean break, maybe that would be good, and no one owes anyone else.

However, her warm hand gently covered his chest, asking him if it hurts.

pain.

Just like the crime of divine punishment behind her.

The heart is the eternal imprisonment of the ghost king by Lingguang Shenjun. Even if he wants to break free, the cage still exists. The more he struggles, the more painful and painful he is.

But she said she likes it, and likes him now.

The shackles in his heart were added with a bang, and he kept breaking those shackles with his bare hands, but the last "I also like you now" couldn't be broken no matter what.

Isn't it okay?

Just her body.

He will not be her prisoner, he will be her jailer.

It's just that the warm and soft thing that sticks to the back is still a prison?In this kind of captivity, he slowly closed his eyes, and felt his back bent backwards, his feet tucked up, arched into a small posture, and his whole body was stuffed into her heart...

This morning, he really fell asleep again.

Missed morning, missed lunchtime.

When he woke up, the sky was shining brightly on the window paper, and he spent half a day sleeping with her in the cage. He felt comfortable and disgusted, he sat up unnaturally, and turned his head to look at the person in the bed.

With a faint smile in those clear eyes, Zhao Mingyue looked at him with her head on her hands: "The beauty is really a disaster, and the ghost king missed the morning time."

The ghost king stood up and prepared to get dressed.

The posture of Mingyue lying on her side is a bit provocative: "I tore your clothes last night, do you want to borrow a set of clothes for you to wear?"

The ghost king ignored her, and took out another set of clean black robes from the Qiankun bag. Mingyue got up and snatched them: "Just in time, I am tired of wearing my own clothes. I want the ghost king's suit."

She said that she had already put his middle coat on her body, the ghost king took a look at her and took out another set of clothes, Zhao Mingyue, who was disheveled, grabbed him again, and now the ghost king looked at her with frowning eyebrows.

But she shook off her clothes to reveal her sleeves: "The King of Ghosts served you well yesterday. As a reward, I will serve you to get dressed."

The attitude was so different that the ghost king's eyes sank, he coldly took his clothes from her hand, and put them on by himself.

Mingyue didn't bother to stand beside him, dressing in sync with him.

The skillful way of dressing men's clothes made the King of Ghosts feel contemptuous: "You are skillful in dressing men's clothes."

Can you not be skilled?Mingyue squinted and said, "The god is also skilled in taking off the man's clothes. Didn't the ghost king see it last night?"

Just now I said that her temperament has changed drastically, that is wrong, this person is always like this... Shameless.The King of Ghosts said while putting it on, "After being fed by this King a few times, I became addicted. Don't you want to be a beggar in the snow by the Wangchuan River now?"

"It doesn't matter to me, the god. The ground is the bed and the sky is the bed, and I can live anywhere, but it seems that some people are reluctant."

"When will this king be reluctant?!"

"I didn't mention you, why did you rush to take the seat?"

"..."

She smiled, and put the handsome black coat on her body. The King of Ghosts looked at her with a look of disgust, clearly he was the one who forcibly took her that day, why is it that she is so proud of herself now that they have switched positions?

That's right, this guy fought tooth for tooth yesterday...

Tit for tat...reciprocity?
The ghost king's sarcasm was stopped because of the words that jumped out suddenly, he lowered his head and tied his belt on his own, and looked up, Lingguang Shenjun was also dressed properly.

His well-fitting black robe didn't look ugly on her, but it was a lot looser, making her thin body even thinner, making him stop looking after just one glance.

"I'm hungry."

The ghost king glanced at her and still didn't make a sound, Mingyue added.

"You won't go to the city to drink at night, will you? If you don't go, then I will go."

He didn't say a word, and he looked like he didn't recognize anyone when he got out of bed.But not long after he left, good tea and food were delivered to Nether Palace, Mingyue lamented in her heart, ghost king, ghost king, is your skill too high or too low?

It rains at night.

Huangquan is also very cold.

Zhao Mingyue walked up the high wall with an umbrella, and the ghost king stood in the rain shelter on the city wall, his black figure almost blending into the night, seeing Zhao Mingyue arriving as scheduled, he said displeasedly:
"Isn't it that you will come if the king doesn't come?"

He didn't say anything, who knows if he will come or not?This is called...preemptive attack, right?

Zhao Mingyue didn't bother with him and threw the wine in his hand, he had to reach out to catch it, Mingyue didn't expose him and said: "It's too cold today, isn't it?"

How did she not feel cold when she was sleeping in the snow?Just as she was thinking, Zhao Mingyue had already untied the cloak on him and put it on her body. The ghost king didn't stop him, but just picked up the bottle and drank by himself.

The winter rain pattered down to write, the fluffy rain and fog formed soft spots of light under the gate tower, the ice was glistening, but the wine tonight was very smooth, and it felt a little soul-stirring when it reached the chest.

However, Huangquan Road is still cloudy and heartbroken.

Some laugh and some cry...

Fenggong Ghost King's bedroom.

Taizhen stared at the dishes on the table in front of him without moving.

In the afternoon, the Ghost King had been discussing matters in the study, and she was waiting outside the study, trying not to think about the voice she heard in Nether Palace last night.She waited until the courtiers came out of the study one after another before she entered the study, saluted as usual and greeted her relatives.

However, no matter how nonchalant she pretended to be, looking at the ghost king would remind him of the fact that he had sex with other women...

He didn't even talk much when he was with her, but he could hear the melodious voice he made when he was with the Lord Lingguang.

He was full of words about killing Lingguang Shenjun, and promised her to marry her before the Spring Festival, but he never touched her because she was unwell, but he was greedy for Lingguang Shenjun.

It's not Yutian who wavers to other women, this is the only belief that supports Taizhen God.

So she said: "I've prepared some food and wine, and I invite the King of Ghosts to come over for dinner at night, and listen to my new song by the way."

He came in the evening, but he was late because of official business, but she was still very happy, and told him all the interesting things in the past, and the ghost king listened quietly, as if it was no different from usual.

But Taizhen couldn't help but look at his lips, his hands, his physique...and couldn't help but think of him kissing and caressing Lingguang Shenjun, her heart was like a knife, but she still pretended not to know.

It was raining patter outside, and the ghost king suddenly stood up.

"It's raining." Taizhen said appropriately, "Rain after snow is always extraordinarily cold."

like her heart.

The ghost king didn't seem to hear it, but he echoed after a while: "Ah, it's raining..." Then he blurted out as if he had made a decision, "This king is going to watch the tower at night."

The voice has not fallen and the person has left.

Only drank half a glass of wine.

The dishes were left untouched.

The piece she prepared has not yet been played.

"I'll wait for you to come back." Taizhen chased to the door, and the man's shadow had already melted into the wind and rain...

Ever since she lived in the bedroom, the ghost king has never stayed here overnight. It turned out that he guarded his bedroom but couldn't guard the man, and it was just... guarding the empty room alone.

(End of this chapter)