They are also being protected by the recent festival. The Ghost Festival, when the yin energy is at its strongest, is also the time when divine power is most suitable to be concealed.
The drunken threesome was so arrogant that they ate traditional festive white-cut duck on the first floor of the inn.
Bu Chaliang, the only one who fought with them at close range and knew their appearance, is probably still recovering from his injuries.
"It's delicious. It tastes even better with the sauce. Master, try it." Cang Chetong filled his mouth with the black sauce.
Shen Jun was also grinning from ear to ear. He tried what Cang Chetong said. His eyes lit up and he agreed very much.
Compared with the dirty corners of their mouths and collars, Sheng Luoyao is just a pillar without emotion.
It's still grudge. This is the Sheng family's food.
However, he had discovered but could not control that he had fallen asleep many times and experienced the warmth of the couch many times.
It seems that some things can be changed.
Hatred can also disappear.
Twelve o'clock at night.
I was in a state of intoxication where I had nothing to do and could only sleep soundly. Suddenly I felt out of breath and my chest felt heavy, as if I was lying on a big stone. Then my mouth was invaded and I couldn't breathe.
Shen Jun slowly realized what kind of festival today was, and inexplicably remembered the ghost on the bed. His mind was very clear and he felt everything, but he couldn't open his eyes, and he suddenly woke up when he was about to suffocate.
Opening his eyes suddenly, Shen Jiu saw the shadow on his body, which was casting a spell. He didn't know if he could still be called a god, but was he still afraid of these illusory things if he was a big monster?
There was the sound of Sheng Luoyao falling to the ground, and he cried out "it hurts". But Shen Jun thought that he did it on purpose, to arouse his sympathy.
Sheng Luoyao, who failed to take advantage, just lay on the ground and said, "Shen Zui, how gentle are you to me?"
Shen Jue was speechless: "It's very late at night now, you annoying little goblin, what do you want to do?"
Sheng Luoyao sighed deeply and said, "I have insomnia."
His heart was beating fast, and he always felt that something uneasy was going to happen, and he kept looking at it until he got drunk, trying to find some sense of security.
But Shen Zui's heart was really big, and he slept very deeply like a normal person.
Sheng Luoyao's thoughts immediately went in another direction at this time, "Shen Ji, how could you not be alert at all? What if it wasn't me, but some other ghost, would you let that ghost go? Something is crushing you."
As he talked, Sheng Luoyao felt energetic and jealous, so he drank without hesitation.
He stood up and came over, sitting in front of the couch. The man rested his chin on the edge of the couch and asked unhappily: "Is it, is it?"
Shen Yu turned sideways, facing Sheng Luoyao, stroking the man's hair and following the frizz.
"What nonsense are you talking about? With you here, other ghosts dare to come in."
Cang Chetong, who has never been afraid of the sky or the earth, can only hold a handkerchief and sniff his breath in this way and sleep in another room. He has grown up with him, cultivated with him, and soared with him. He is extremely dependent on him. His wolf left him obediently.
Sheng Luoyao thought so, nodded, and was fooled by Shen Yue.
"No, that doesn't seem to be my focus." Sheng Luoyao was doubtful.
Shen Jun came forward and bit Sheng Luoyao's lips, with a sweet curve at the corner of his mouth, "This is it."
Sheng Luoyao immediately agreed with Shen Juey's words, "This is it."
Shen Yu waved to him, and Sheng Luoyao came up.
Behind him was Shen Zui, patting Sheng Luoyao on the back and coaxing him to sleep.