Rong Xi closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yan Zhao turned off the lights and looked at him quietly in the dark bedroom with gentle eyes.
Ghosts do not need light to see clearly, nor do they need sleep to rest. He stayed in the boundless, endless cold and dark for too long, and suddenly he encountered a hot and dazzling flame, which gave him warmth and light.
How could he not be attracted
This was his obsession during his lifetime, his wait after his death, and the meaning of his existence.
Yan Zhao wanted to hug him, but he was afraid of making him cold if he stretched out his arms, so he could only carefully retract them. The bed would definitely not be warm with him in it, so Yan Zhao gave all the quilt to Rong Xi and just watched from the side, since he didn't need to sleep anyway.
If you look at it, you can never get enough of it.
Thinking of the young man being bullied and persecuted by those mortals, Yan Zhao's gentle eyes gradually turned cold and became completely cold.
He won't let any of those people go.
The next day, Rong woke up, turned over and yawned: "Is it dawn yet?"
Yan Zhao lowered his eyes: "I don't know."
There is no time or day or night underground. He even roughly estimated his own age, because the oldest ghost here is more than 900 years old and his power is not as strong as his.
He estimated that he was at least a thousand years old.
"It's okay. You'll know when you get out." Rong Yu was not very satisfied with this answer, and he was not even in a hurry to go out. He raised his eyes and met Yan Zhao's, and stretched out his arms from under the quilt, "Hold me."
Yan Zhao said, "It's cold."
The Ghost King is not afraid of the cold, he is afraid of being cold.
"It's okay to hold it for a while."
Yan Zhao carefully took him out of the bed, deliberately trying to suppress the coldness on his body and not daring to have too much physical contact. But Rong Xi suddenly got into his arms and hugged his waist.
The cold air instantly entered my body, as if it were the coldest time of the year, even though the room was air-conditioned. It wasn't noticeable at first, but after hugging for a long time, my body instinctively started to shiver slightly, the temperature was icy, and my skin was pale.
Frozen.
A pair of lovers hug each other in bed. Others call it tenderness, but he calls it freezing.
Yan Zhao took one look and hurriedly tried to push him away: "Don't hug me anymore, it will take a while."
"Don't move." Rong Yu held on to her tightly, and said in a trembling voice despite the chill, "Let me get used to it. I can't stay away from touching you forever."
Yin and Yang are opposites, and water and fire cannot coexist. Darkness and coldness are the most hated environments for creatures with fire attributes, not to mention that the sun is light and fire itself. In the past, when Rong was in the arms of the sun, he felt warmth.
This time, the most proud and dazzling sun god high in the sky has become the gloomy ghost king sleeping underground.
That must be uncomfortable. Rong had once turned into a carp spirit. Even if the carp spirit's body was very suitable for living in water, his world was not very comfortable. Fire naturally hated water. The same was true for the sun. This thousand-year-old ghost body and the bright and fiery soul were completely two extremes. It would be extremely uncomfortable to force them to merge together.
Before he could even start to torture himself, the Sun started to torture itself.
Is this to make him feel distressed
Rong Xin was so angry that he gritted his teeth. This damn sun, knowing that he didn't like coldness, made himself into this state, making himself the one he hated the most.
Don't even think about his experience. How can he have skin-to-skin contact when he's so cold!
He still had to get used to this guy's body temperature first.
Yan Zhao felt soft-hearted after hearing this and felt distressed after seeing this: "You can, always, not touch me."
As soon as he spoke, Rong got angry: "So you married me just to make me a widow?"
Yan Zhao hesitated: "But I haven't married you yet."
Rong Xi sneered: "You speak fluently about this kind of scumbag's remarks."
Yan Zhao: “…”
If you think about Rong's personality carefully, she is bold and unrestrained, unreasonable and fearless, and she is always a ball of arrogant and wanton flame.
But this ball of fire was entangled with a block of ice that was emitting cold air. It was shivering and about to go out, but it refused to leave.
Yan Zhao stared at the young man in a daze, saying harsh words, his body trembling with cold, his fingers turning white from the cold, but he still hugged him tightly.
It was as if she was afraid that if she let go, he would disappear.
Yan Zhao softened his tone: "Rongrong, be obedient."
"Relax."
Rong Xi was relieved this time. He took a deep breath and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt: "You are too damn cold."
Yan Zhao: “…”
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then why are you still holding on to it?"
"I will hold a full baby every day from now on." Rong made a plan, "I will get used to it after one more time."
Yan Zhao's heart softened, and he almost turned into a pool of water.
Today's daily task was over, Rong finally got up and changed into a set of gorgeous clothes given to him by Yan Zhao. The color was bright red, with lotus flowers embroidered on the cuffs, and the style was different from the clothes in Sheng Dynasty.
Rong Xi looked at the lotus on his sleeves and asked, "Is this dress also given to you by the little ghost?"
This shouldn't be the case. The food can be considered a sacrifice, but the clothes are not from the Sheng Dynasty and they look a bit old.
Of course, the style is very gorgeous. Not to mention the town's wealthy man, it looks like the brocade clothes that only the royal family can wear.
Yan Zhao said: "Funerary objects."
Rong Xi touched the silky sleeves and said, "Your burial objects, can they still be worn after a thousand years?" The material of this clothes is incredible.
Yan Zhao lowered his head.
Rong Xi was aroused by what he said: "Do you have any other burial objects?"
Yan Zhao nodded again: "Yes, there are a lot. If you want to see them, I can take you to visit."
Rong Xi immediately jumped up and said, "Then let's take a look first."
One of the Demon King's hobbies in life is to enjoy luxury goods. If this piece of clothing can be preserved for a thousand years, the other burial objects must be extraordinary.
Yan Zhao then took Rong Xi to visit his own tomb.
Last night, when Rong Xi entered the tomb, Yan Zhao used magic to bring him to the wedding hall. Today, when he followed Yan Zhao, Rong Xi found that the entire underground tomb was terrifyingly large, crisscrossed, like a maze. There were countless tombs of different sizes, and the two rooms he saw yesterday were just a drop in the bucket.
The burial objects are also very grand. The burial objects in each tomb are different. There are gold, silver and jewelry, shining brightly. There are exquisite porcelain, jade and pottery, with lifelike carvings and patterns, and the colors can still be seen after thousands of years. There are wine and food, most of which have been damaged and the food cannot be eaten, but the bowls and plates for holding the food are all green jade bottles and white jade plates. There are brocade clothes, but most of them can’t be worn. Only a few of them can be preserved for thousands of years like the one on Rong. There are ancient books and paintings. Although I can’t read the words, I can tell from the style of the brush that they are from famous artists…
After visiting ten tombs, Rong stopped and was too lazy to walk any further: "How many more have we not seen?"
Yan Zhao said: "What I just saw is only two or three tenths."
Rong Xi: "You built an underground kingdom?"
"You're good." Rong Yu estimated the area and said, "Were you an emperor during your lifetime? This size looks like an imperial mausoleum to me."
"… I don't remember." Yan Zhao pursed his lips, "It was all before I died."
"I wanted to give them all to you as a betrothal gift." Yan Zhao said embarrassedly, "But most of them are damaged and I can't take them out."
Another thing is that he was afraid of marriage at the last minute, so the marriage didn't work out.
"Among so many burial objects, isn't there anything that can prove your identity?" Rong asked.
Yan Zhao said, "I forget about my past life."
Rong Xi: “Hmm?”
Yan Zhao whispered: "… That's why I can't read."
The words on the tomb were all blurred, and even if they were not blurred, he would not be able to recognize them. On the contrary, he caught a ghost to teach him about the words of the Sheng Dynasty, and now he can recognize them all.
Rong Xi raised his lower lip, then flattened it: "...Okay."
Since Yan Zhao didn't recognize him, he was even less likely to recognize him.
There are billions of characters in the universe, and no one can recognize them all except the Lord God himself. The Lord God did not learn everything, but after inheriting the position of the Lord God, the laws stuffed a lot of knowledge into his brain.
Therefore, the main god must have a large brain capacity, otherwise he will go crazy.
The Blood Jade Bracelet felt that the Lord God had gone mad and his mind was filled with the devil.
"Go out." Hearing that there was still so much to see, Rong Xi was too lazy to go any further. He didn't have to finish reading it all anyway, and he didn't have to find out Yan Zhao's identity.
No matter how prominent the Ghost King was during his lifetime, he was just a setting of the Lord God. The one who was born as the Supreme Being would not be inferior in status.
Yan Zhao: "Don't you want to watch it anymore?"
"I don't want to watch anymore. It's boring." Rong Xi was still a mortal body, and it was not suitable for him to stay underground for a long time.
The main tomb chamber was not visited either. The coffin and body of Yan Zhao were placed there, but no one and no ghost mentioned it. In terms of appearance, Yan Zhao was right beside him, so there was no need to look at an empty shell. As for Yan Zhao… Although he knew that he was dead, no one would want his loved one to see his body. It would feel too weird.
Hearing Rong Xi say that he was bored, Yan Zhao took him to the exit of the tomb and said, "Let's go."
Rong Xi looked at the faint light coming through the tomb entrance and turned back to ask Yan Zhao: "You have never been out in these thousand years?"
Yan Zhao said, "No." Even if he wanted to find a little ghost to supplement Sheng Dynasty's knowledge, he would directly catch the ghost and bring it to the tomb, and then let it go after using it.
No one in the world is worth his grave.
But now I have it. Yan Zhao looked at Rong quietly.
And Rong thought at the moment: No one can compare to the social phobia of the otaku who has lived for thousands of years.
Rong Xi asked: "Are you afraid of sunlight?"
He thought it was quite funny when he asked this question.
He actually asked a sun god if he was afraid of the sunlight.
Yan Zhao said: "I'm not afraid."
Rong looked at him and said, "You have never been out, how do you know you are not afraid?"
Yan Zhao thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, but I'm not afraid."
I won’t ask any more questions.
Just think about it, it is impossible for the Lord God to set himself up to be afraid of sunlight, that would be very inconvenient. But as a ghost, no matter how fearless he is, he will instinctively avoid the sunlight.
Rong climbed up in a few steps, left the tomb, and stepped onto the solid ground.
It was noon, and the sun was not too strong. The mountains were covered with tall trees, birds were singing, the breeze was blowing, and the air was fresh. The mottled sunlight shone through the broken leaves, warm and gentle.
Yan Zhao followed him out. He could condense a physical body and walk in the daytime, or he could transform into a spirit body and make himself invisible to mortals.
He is now using a body, and after coming out of the tomb, he uses a magic trick to turn the tomb entrance into a flat ground. Mortals will not know that there is a huge mausoleum hidden under the ground.
Yan Zhao was the only ghost seen in the entire mountain. The other ghosts were not strong enough and dared to come out only at night.
When Yan Zhao saw the sunlight, his eyes burned and he subconsciously looked away.
The dazzling light suddenly disappeared, Yan Zhao looked up and saw Rong Xi using the wide sleeves embroidered with red lotus to block the sunlight for him.
Rong Xi's tone was unclear: "In the past, everything dared not look directly at you, but now you dare not look directly at yourself."
Yan Zhao didn't understand what he said. He said, "I haven't seen the light for a long time. I'm not used to it."
"Put your sleeves down."
Rong Xi lowered his eyes: "Not uncomfortable?"
“It’s not uncomfortable.”
Rong Xi put down his sleeves, turned around and continued walking: "Don't be stubborn, my sleeves are wide, they are enough for you to block."
Yan Zhao sneered: "I'm not trying to be brave."
I just can't get used to it.
Rong Xi said: "You are finally seeing the sun again."
Yan Zhao looked at the young man's back and thought to himself, I've seen it a long time ago.
The first ray of light he saw in a thousand years was not today's sun.
Instead, it was a young man dressed in fiery red, bright and dazzling.
It hits my eyes and goes straight to my heart.