The bamboo forest is quiet.
Only the occasional evening breeze gently touched it, wrapped in a trace of dry heat, making bamboo leaves rustle.
The lonely ghosts lying on the ground all around, waited a long time before they dared to raise their heads to see if the terrifying person had gone far.
There was no dream all night, Yan Xi slowly opened her eyes and yawned sleepily, with a drop of tears hanging on her eyelashes, and she wanted to fall.
The dim light and weird scene in the room made her brows jump, and she suddenly woke up.
A familiar hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the ear, "Awake?"
"Cui Pan?!" Yan Xi was surprised, "Why are you? I..."
When she was about to sit up, she suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and then struggling to win her wrists, her ears clashed, it was the sound of profound iron colliding with each other.
With her wrists tied, she just sat up half of her body and fell down in embarrassment. Before knocking her head to the bedpost, Cui Pan gently caught her and put her back firmly.
The scent of the night flower exuding from the bedding and the surroundings contained the bloody smell of if there was nothing in it, and all of them were announced to Yan Xi.
Whose palace is here!
Yan Xi's eyelashes trembled, she pursed her lips, and asked in a soft voice, "Cui Pan, what are you going to do?" Inwardly, when was she brought back to the underworld by Cui Pan? She hadn't noticed it at all, and how could she feel weak
She thought so, and asked the same.
Hearing the words "Weak and Weak Shui" spit out from her plump lips, his grinning phoenix eyes suddenly sank, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be brewing countless violent storms, enough to squeeze anyone into him. Into pieces.
His crimson lips smiled slightly, but the words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, tenderly scary, "Xi Xi, what are you talking about? Who is it, man?"
"Cui Pan, you..." Yan Xi's eyes flashed slightly, and she turned her head over Cui Pan and looked into the hall. This was the first time she appeared in Cui Pan's bedroom, still in this unbearable form. The layout inside shocked her. There was a shocking red around her, the red curtains, and the red palace lanterns exuded a faint brightness. "You have seen him, right?"
"Yes," Cui Pan didn't deny, and his slender and pale fingertips ran across her cheeks, bringing a bone-to-soul coolness. He leaned on her ear, bit her earlobe lightly, and said with a light smile: "I will kill him. Now, I’m afraid it’s gone, and it’s used as fertilizer for the bamboo forest behind the inn."
Yan Xi felt a pain in her heart. She believed Cui Pan's words and never regarded him as a kind, even if he treated her mildly in the past.
However, in addition to this illusion, he is still the ghost judge Cui, the son of the ghost king, and the first of the four judges in Fengdu, the underworld!
How can people who will inherit the throne of the ghost king in the future be good
She closed her eyes and returned to her former calmness, with a three-point smile on the corners of her lips, but Cui Pan only saw the endless coolness.
Feng Xi said, "So what, Cui Pan, what do you want to do when you tie me back to the underworld? You don't have to do that if you want me to repay me? Are you so anxious?"
Cui Pan could hear his fingers cold, but his face smiled like a peach blossom, and his facial features became more and more colorful, "Xi Xi, you are used to knowing and pretending to be confused, and I have always seen through but I am used to you. Since you want to pretend, just keep pretending, I'm fine." His cold fingertips went down further, crossing the smooth chin line, and landed on her thin white neck in a circle.