Mo Ran ignored the general who came up to act coquettishly and went straight back to his room. He just jumped into the bed, but almost jumped up! She hid to the side and looked at the person sleeping in her bed with a headache. Why did she choose to come back today?

Mo Ran lay on the pillow and said weakly: "Can you stop sleeping in my bed all the time?"

"I want to sleep in my bed, but you don't have my place here." The Ghost King said, and he held up his body and leaned close to Mo Ran and sniffed it gently, "Have you drunk?"

"Yeah." Mo Ran responded casually, and then remembered that the room she prepared for the Ghost King was now living in the ghost doctor...

"Haha..." The Ghost King chuckled for some reason, "Dear Master, you seem to have been doing well recently."

Mo Ran was lying down, just wanting to sleep, but he didn't hear what the Ghost King was saying. The Ghost King looked at Mo Ran carefully and raised his eyebrows interestingly. Not only did he drink, but he was also drunk?

Not long after, Mo Ran's breathing became slightly heavier and she fell asleep.

The Ghost King originally had something to say, but seeing this situation, he naturally had nowhere to say it. He also lay down and looked at Mo Ran. Seeing that Mo Ran's eyelashes were curled slightly, his cheeks were still blushed, his lips were slightly opened, and he breathed gently, which was inexplicably touching.

She looks drunk and she is so cute...

If it weren't for drinking, Mo Ran wouldn't have fallen asleep so relieved, and he hadn't driven away the Ghost King.

Mo Ran was sleeping, while the Ghost King was watching Mo Ran sleep. After seeing this, it took a long time to unknowingly until the night fell and the room was dark, and neither of them moved.

The creaking sound of the door opening was particularly clear on the quiet night. The Ghost King's eyes flashed slightly. He looked at the person coming in in the dark. He stood at the door for a while, walked in again, stopped in front of the bed, looked at Mo Ran who was sleeping unconscious, and did not speak, and pulled a chair to sit next to him.

"Wuya, what are you doing? Why are you having the leisure to come out to visit me in the middle of the night?" asked the Ghost King in a lazy voice.

"Why are you back?" the ghost doctor asked back.

The Ghost King chuckled, "Wuya, how long has it been since you came into the house? You said, as my subordinate, are you considered to be a traitor now?"

If you ignore the tone of the joking of the Ghost King, this is a very heavy sentence, but the ghost doctor only looked at the sleeping Mo Ran and asked lightly: "Is she an outsider to you?"

The premise of stinging inside and outside is that that person is an outsider, but now, Mo Ran is the master of the Ghost King...

Hearing this, the Ghost King did not refute. His eyes drooped slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, the Ghost King stretched out his hand and gently touched Mo Ran's cheek. The temperature of his palm was very high. He sighed softly and said with some worries: "Dear Master, it seems... more and more people are thinking about you, and even Wuya is being pried by you..."

The ghost doctor listened to the ghost king's pun, but did not express his opinion.

After a while, the Ghost King suddenly said, "Since you are here, come in, what are you doing when you hide outside?"

There were only three people in the room, Mo Ran, the Ghost King and the Ghost Doctor, and the Ghost King said this to anyone in the room. After his voice fell, the door creaked...

The person who came naturally closed the door and walked in. The room was very dark, but it did not seem to affect his vision. After a rough look, his gaze stayed on the ghost doctor for a while, and then he pulled over a chair and sat down as if nothing had happened.

"Ha...you are living a good life now. Your master seems to love you very much." But when the Ghost King said, his voice was as careless as ever, and his half-drooping eyes gently swept across the person, and said with a little interest.

The person who came was a white slut. No matter the smell of blood on his body or the whip marks that seemed to have never disappeared, they could not escape the Ghost King's sight.

Bai Wei looked at him, his green eyes were silent and deserted in the dark, and he seemed unwilling to respond to the ghost king's ridicule.

In fact, Bai Qi and the Ghost King know each other, not only know each other, but also know each other well. They had met before the world appeared. Moreover, when the three realms were in a melee, Bai Qi, as a demon god, had different positions with the Infernal Realm represented by the Ghost King, and was consistent. In other words, they had been hostile and cooperated.

Moreover, when the world was sealed, the Ghost King and Bai Wei were even "neighbors" that had been a long time, but Bai Wei was summoned a few years earlier.

Therefore, the two met again, and it is precisely because of this that Bai Qi sometimes talked to Mo Ran that he knew very well about the Ghost King...

"You might not be just here to stare in a daze, right?" the Ghost King asked again.

"You should know why I came." Bai Wei spoke this time.

But the Ghost King shook his head, "I don't know."

Bai Wei looked at him and knew that the Ghost King was pretending to be confused. After the three of them were speechless, no one spoke, and no one left. It would be fine if the Ghost King and the Ghost Doctor were staying, but Bai Wei had no intention of leaving.

The ghost doctor would not say anything, but the ghost king did not speak out at all, because people like Bai Qi cannot be driven away in just a few words.

I don’t know when it started, but Mo Ran, who was sleeping soundly, began to feel a little restless. She turned over a few times first, and then kicked the quilt again, as if she was not sleeping very well.

At first, the Ghost King was covering Mo Ran when he kicked the quilt away. Later, he repeated it a few times. Mo Ran simply pressed the quilt under his body and continued to sleep. The Ghost King looked at Mo Ran and saw that she was at peace, he no longer insisted on whether she was covering the quilt.

But after a while, Mo Ran moved again. She pulled her clothes and seemed very uncomfortable, but she couldn't take them off. In the end, she only pulled the collar down to make it feel more comfortable.

After a while, she moved again. This time she was still pulling her clothes. She hummed dissatisfied because she couldn't take it off, frowned, and looked very angry. However, she was asleep without knowing why she was angry, maybe she was just angry.

But she must not know that every time she had movement, three pairs of eyes were staring at her intently until she started tearing her clothes and muttering her mouth, and the three of them had slightly fluctuated their eyes.

"It's so hot..." Mo Ran muttered clearly. His body became hot after drinking, and he became hotter and hotter as he slept. He felt uncomfortable wearing clothes, but he couldn't take it off. He seemed to be ruthless in his sleep. He heard a 'tear' sound, and the sound of the cloth tearing was particularly clear in the dark.

Mo Ran tore off her Taoist robe and slowly took off her outer robe. She only wore a silk inner robe, and gently pressed her to her body. Her delicate curves were revealed. This made her feel much more comfortable, so Murong An rubbed her pillow and continued to sleep.

However, after she had been tossing for a long time, the room seemed to be quieter, a little unusual.

The quilt that was covered before was pressed under Mo Ran. The Ghost King took a thinner quilt from behind and covered it with Mo Ran. But not long after, Mo Ran kicked the quilt again!

I don’t know where the Ghost King got the patience, and repeated the action of covering Mo Ran with the quilt over and over again. However, even though he was unhappy, Mo Ran finally knew that someone had been making trouble by the side. When the Ghost King covered Mo Ran with the quilt again, Mo Ran kicked the quilt away, grabbed the Ghost King’s arm and pressed it in his arms, and hummed twice as if he was victorious in his mouth.

The Ghost King's posture was not very comfortable when he was pulled by his arm, but he probably didn't have time to care about any posture. His eyes, which were always careless, magnified for a moment, and became darker and darker. He lowered his eyes and looked at Mo Ran who was sleeping unconsciously. His palm had an unprecedented soft touch, as if there were thousands of tiny currents, which spread from every nerve and blood vessel in the palm throughout his body.
Chapter completed!