After Rebirth, I returned to Miaojiang to inherit my family business

It was already late when Wu Rong went out, but there were still many people on the street. Jieyang is a city that never sleeps, and the small shops on the street are open all night, plus many ghost raisers attracted by the Stone Gambling Conference, it is brightly lit and bustling. The work and rest time of ghost raisers is completely opposite to that of ordinary people, and night is when they are most energetic.

Coupled with the powerful energy impact that erupted in Huangquan just now, many people couldn't sleep anymore, and they went to the street to inquire about the news, and found out that it was the big guy who did it.

On the streets of Jieyang at night, most people use various cloaks and masks to cover their bodies, while normal people like Wu Rong are a minority. Wu Rong has long been used to being looked at by others, so he called a taxi for the purpose of Fu Qing's temporary residence.

Fu Qing and the others did not live in the villa area, but were arranged in a five-star hotel closer to Jieyang Gongpan. Wu Rong didn't ask Fu Qing where he lived before, but only remembered where he got off the car. Sitting in the taxi, Wu Rong sent a message to Fu Qing.

After a while, Fu Qing returned his room number.

Sure enough, it's not very comfortable.

Wu Rong frowned. On the way back from Huangquan, he felt that Fu Qinghe was a little different from usual, too emotional. On weekdays, he would not be able to directly put his shoulders on his shoulders, nor would he hold Wu Rong's hand, let alone put forward his own ideas on the question of where Wu Rong lived.

Because Fu Qing lacked a soul, he had great emotional flaws, and was desolate. Wu Rong understood him from the time he got along with Yangjiaping to now, so he noticed the strangeness in many of his little actions.

Just as he got off the car and walked towards the hotel, Wu Rong was taken aback when he saw the person waiting in front of the hotel gate, and he walked over quickly after a long pause.

Fu Qing didn't tie up her hair with a crown like in the daytime, but let it loose and simply tied it up. A few strands of wet hair fell casually beside the cheeks, indescribably careless and wanton.

It was the first time Wu Rong saw Fu Qing like this.

"How come down?"

"Pick you up."

Fu Qing spoke concisely, took Wu Rong's hand and pulled him into the hotel. As soon as Wu Rong held hands, he felt that Fu Qing's palms were abnormally cold. Although Fu Qing seemed indifferent, he was always warm. Coupled with Fu Qing's half-wet hair and cold white skin that is more hydrated than usual, Wu Rong had a vague guess in his mind.

"You just took a cold shower?"

"Um."

In the elevator, Fu Qing still did not let go of Wu Rong's hand. At the same time, the temperature in his palm rose rapidly, from cold to warm in the blink of an eye. It was almost blazing hot when I got out of the elevator. The Zhou family arranged a high-rise presidential suite, and the elevator directly leads to the room. As soon as the door was opened, a gust of cold air rushed in, and the temperature dropped sharply. It is the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and Jieyang is extremely hot, even at night it is unbearably hot.

But the room was like an igloo, the temperature that even Wu Rong, whose physique became more and more cloudy after raising Gu, felt comfortable, was already very cold for ordinary people.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Fu Qing held Wu Rong's hand and stood at the elevator entrance, seemed to hesitate for a while before slowly letting go, nodded and walked to the bathroom.

There was the sound of splashing water, and Wu Rong went to the temperature control station by the wall to check the room temperature.

16 degrees.

Air conditioner minimum temperature.

Wu Rong recalled the scene when Fu Qing came towards him at the end of Huangquan, all the flames around him were subdued, only his eyes were orange red, as if burning with flames. This is the first time Wu Rong has seen Fu Qing in this state. Could it be that the flames backfired and became obsessed, so he needed to keep cooling down.

Standing in the living room, Wu Rong looked towards the bathroom where the sound of water kept coming, feeling regret and worry for the first time. He shouldn't acquiesce in the mysterious person with unknown details to intercept Fu Qing, and he shouldn't think that Fu Qing is fine just because he didn't suffer any trauma.

I don't know how many hands the mysterious man has laid.

Wu Rong took out all the top-level healing medicine made of wood essence, meat and bones, and sat on the sofa restlessly, waiting for Fu Qing to come out.

—

"Hey, my old buddy, don't be so stingy, let me appreciate your heroic appearance when you fought against Chunyangzi."

The coffin old man reluctantly kicked the coffin boards under the bed, the bang bang bang made Master Lingyun unable to sleep at all.

"Tell me, tell me again, good strategist, let me hear how you let Chun Yangzi suffer."

The sound of bandages rustling came from under the bed. Master Ling Yun, with his body full of injuries and two big dark circles, was harassed until his anger rose. He couldn't bear it anymore and pointed like a knife at the bedside, cutting off the bandages that were sneaking up. He said miserably: "I'll give you one last chance, shut up and go to sleep."

"Hey, my dear military advisor, you clearly know that I will be tormented by my **** curiosity until I wake up all night, so just tell me, and I promise to listen to you from now on."

"ensure?"

Master Lingyun seemed to have thought of something, he suppressed the outburst of cursing that he was about to blurt out after he endured it to the limit, rolled his eyes maliciously, and said in a cold voice, "Sign a ghost contract with me."

"Sign, sign, sign!"

Hearing that he finally let go and there was a loud bang under the bed, Master Lingyun immediately made three chapters: "Don't come out, lie in your little coffin, just a bedtime story."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, I've already laid down obediently."

The coffin old man couldn't wait to sign the soul contract with Master Lingyun's promise to listen to Yunzhongke's words from now on, and urged him to swear: "I will continue to watch the video immediately after hearing what you said. To be honest, it is too boring. It’s like playing house with a child.”

"Tell me quickly, how did you fight Chunyangzi, how is the king now, have you covered the king and retreated?"

"Of course I covered the king's retreat."

Master Lingyun was quite complacent, he was slow to tell the truth, the old man in the coffin was excited and eager, and begged him to speak quickly.

"Did you summon the ghost army to fight against Chunyangzi, or did you use the Bingxin ghost fire to disperse the Zhengyang fire? I'm so anxious to death, tell me quickly!"

Master Lingyun was impatient: "There is no ghost army for me to summon, and you don't use your brain. Bingxin's ghost fire is separated from the king's eclipse fire. I haven't signed a soul contract with the king yet. Where did Bingxin come from?" Will-o'-the-wisp."

"I was out of my mind."

The old man in the coffin was confident, and smiled happily again, triumphantly: "I tricked you out, you really haven't signed a soul contract with the king, ha, this time I will definitely win the first prize!"

Put your bandages fart, Su Xiaomi and the mourning ghost Huang Mao have mixed up so early, and it's your turn to take the lead?

Master Lingyun had a poisonous tongue in his heart, and his kindness did not speak out to hurt the old man's self-confidence, so he changed the subject: "Okay, okay, let me tell you."

"I didn't use the ghost army, nor did I use Bing Xin's ghost fire. Hey, I just supplemented Chunyangzi with Buyang."

Master Lingyun said vaguely. To be honest, this method is a bit unreasonable. If the old man in the coffin didn't keep asking, Master Ling Yun would be buried in his stomach for the rest of his life. Ever since he knew that Fu Qing was coming to Jieyang, he had already made sufficient preparations, and tried his best to escape from Fu Qing's hands even if something happened.

What? Kill Fu Qing?

No no no, this is not his job.

Master Ling Yun remembered that in his previous life, Wu Rong became the queen, but Fu Qing was the only one who could fight Wu Rong to an even match on the right side. In this life, no matter how strong you are, you have to have an opponent. Every time Fu Qing comes, the ghost king Wu Rong can have a good fight. If you kill Fu Qing now, there will be no one to match the ghost king Wu Rong. What if in loneliness What about perverts.

Or how the villains in the novel work tirelessly to cultivate heroes, there is a reason for his existence.

Besides, when I saw Fu Qing rushing up instead of running away, I couldn't help but feel compelled. Master Ling Yun didn't think about confronting Fu Qing, just delaying it until Wu Rong left.

"What? What nourishing yang? Isn't Chun Yangzi already full of yang energy? Isn't it helping him by replenishing yang?"

The old man in the coffin didn't hear the stimulation of the battlefield, and he was very dissatisfied and protested.

"You are still young and don't understand."

Master Lingyun showed an adult's subtle smile.

Tonify yang, of course it is the kind of tonify yang. Excessive yang qi will spill out, Fu Qing must keep Yuan yang from leaking before he succeeds in practicing the pure yang boy. The medicinal powder used by Master Lingyun is indeed beneficial to Fu Qing to a certain extent, and if he survives it, the Zhengyang fire will be even stronger. But it is necessary to hold Yuan Shouyi to suppress the yang qi. When encountering such a thing on the battlefield, it is naturally inconvenient for Fu Qing to use all his strength, so Master Ling Yun can take the opportunity to delay and escape.

Master Ling Yun never thought that Chun Yangzi would not be able to survive even this small amount of medicine. After all, in his previous life, he had heard that Fu Qing represented Longhushan in a martial arts competition with the headquarters of the Ghost Raising Alliance. The array is not at all down. Tianyin body is an extremely yin physique second only to pure yin body. According to the mutual attraction of yin and yang, they should be extremely attractive to pure yang.

But not all of them were killed by Chunyangzi.

Including the red sleeve of the pure yin body, Chun Yangzi didn't waver at all when he killed her.

Compared with those beauties and ghosts, his little medicine is nothing, and Chun Yangzi will probably feel better when he wakes up. If Master Lingyun is really a villain, if he invites a few pure yin ghosts to go over at this time, there may be a small probability that he will break Chunyangzi's childish skills.

Sure enough, I am still a pillar of righteousness.

Master Ling Yun sighed.

—

"how do you feel?"

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Wu Rong, who was waiting on the sofa, looked over immediately, but was dazzled by Fu Qingbai's glowing skin. Fu Qing was wearing hotel pajamas, with a deep V neckline that vaguely revealed a white chest carved from ice and snow. Silently, he strode over to Wu Rong's side, and instead of sitting down, he stood quietly, wrapped in cold water vapor, his lips were bloodless.

Sure enough, I went to take a cold shower.

"Drink some meat and bones."

Wu Rong handed over the medicine, the flesh and bones are simple and crude, and can cure all diseases, while the wood essence contains powerful and pure hair growth power, theoretically speaking, it can cure everything. But Fu Qing glanced over the medicine bottle, grabbed Wu Rong's hand, and pulled it over to stick her forehead.

Very hot.

Wu Rong frowned, it was obvious that Fu Qing had just taken a cold shower. But the coldness brought by the ice water is only on the surface, Wu Rong can feel the astonishing heat hidden under the skin when he touches it with his hands.

"No medicine."

Wu Rong's proactive hand seemed to break Fu Qing's stalemate. He bent down and hugged Wu Rong, leaning his head against his neck, his long wet hair leaving streaks of water on Wu Rong's top.

"No medicine."

Fu Qing repeated, the hot breath sprinkled on Wu Rong's skin was like a fine electric current, and the usually cold words were tainted with heat.

"I want you."