Xiao Ling's ears itched, and goosebumps arose on her body due to the stimulation of the cold wind.
He quickly turned to look at the door, as if he wanted to confirm something.
The "person" who came was very tall, wearing a black and red robe, with long dark hair hanging casually behind his back, and a lazy and evil posture.
His skin was too pale to look like a living person, but his lips were extraordinarily bright red, and they were forming a frivolous arc.
That face was handsome and enchanting, like a spirit-sucking spirit in the mountains, but it was very familiar to Xiao Ling.
Sure enough, he had read it correctly before...
Xiao Ling blinked and said nothing, but he was talking to Xiao 8 in his heart.
[Little 8, is he the male protagonist of this world? How come he looks exactly like Mo Han? 】
[Host, do you have memories of the previous small world? ! 】
Xiao 8 was shocked. Wasn't the host's memory sealed? He still remembered the male protagonist?
[Only a part of the memory of the apocalyptic world... Is he Mo Han? 】
【ah? Uh...hmm. 】
Xiao 8 hurriedly checked the data and found that there was no error message.
It should be that when it used energy to help the host regain consciousness, it accidentally unlocked a small piece of the memory that had not been completely sealed before.
But it couldn't say much about the things in the previous world, and could only nod in response like a chicken pecking at rice.
[Ding——The male protagonist of this world: Ghost King
Name: unknown
Age: unknown
Life experience: unknown
...]
"...?" Is he really Mo Han? But what is this series of unknown situations?
Xiao Ling sat on the bed, looking up and down motionlessly at the new world hero who looked like Mo Han.
The Ghost King didn't mind seeing that he didn't speak and just stared at himself in a daze.
He walked into the room minding his own business, not forgetting to close the door to help the "delicate" little human resist the cold wind.
He walked to Xiao Ling and stood in front of him. He bent down and brought the monster's face to his eyes. He smiled very ambiguously and said, "Little Hua'er worked hard last night, but why do you still feel uncomfortable?"
The content of these words, and the tone...
He said it as if something unusual happened to them last night...
Xiao Ling turned his face away slightly, with a complicated expression.
Although Xiao 8 responded that the man in front of him was indeed Mo Han, he had a vague feeling about it.
However, the personality difference is too big!
Mo Han in this world, how come...
Xiao Ling thought for a moment and found a very accurate adjective.
So sultry...
"Who are you? Where is this?"
The system's introduction to the male protagonist is all unknown, which is a bit strange.
Although the person in front of him was probably someone he was familiar with, Xiao Ling decided to test it out first.
His voice was clear and his expression was gentle. Although he was questioning, his tone was not very guarded.
Such a clear and clear appearance surprised the Ghost King, and his original frivolous attitude also restrained a lot.
The little fool is no longer stupid. Could it be because he absorbed too much ghost energy last night?
However, it is really special that an ordinary person can still live well after absorbing so much ghost energy...
Thinking about it, the Ghost King also began to test, but compared to Xiao Ling, his tone was much less serious.
"My wife, you don't remember your husband now? We were still intimate and entangled last night...but my husband was almost sucked dry by my wife..."
He was talking about Xiao Ling kissing him and absorbing his ghost energy.
But something doesn’t sound right about these words...
"you--"
Xiao Ling's ears felt hot and she couldn't help but blush.
Mo Han has a cold temper and talks little. He used to tease each other.
Now it was as if the two of them had exchanged identities, which made him a little unable to resist.
[Little 8, he said entanglement... or something, what's going on? 】
Xiao 8 was watching a show with a red face. Hearing this, he quickly explained.
[Oh, I forgot to tell you, host, you kissed the male protagonist last night, and half of the task of true love’s kiss has been completed. I used this energy to help you regain consciousness! 】
Unexpectedly, when I was groggy and confused, I would do such a thing.
However, since the task can be prompted to complete, although I don't know why it is 1/2, it at least shows that the other party does have feelings for him.
Thinking of this, Xiao Ling's lips curled up slightly, and she couldn't help but feel joy in her heart.
It seemed that the other party was indeed Mo Han.
However, he now has a dark eye on this new world, and he still has to figure out the situation first.
"May I have your name?"
Xiao Ling looked up at the Ghost King, their eyes met, but the playful smile on the latter's face suddenly froze.
"Little Hua'er, didn't anyone tell you not to ask a ghost's name casually?" There were traces of ghost energy all over his body, "Especially, evil ghosts with strong Yin energy..."
He looked bluffing like this, but he didn't hurt Xiao Ling in the slightest.
So Xiao Ling suddenly laughed, stood up and knelt on the bed, stretched out his arms and put his arms around the ghost king's neck.
The sleeves of the bridal gown were wide and slipped down as he moved, revealing two white forearms that were resting on the ghost king's shoulders.
A certain ghost's body suddenly tensed up, and the ghost energy around him completely dissipated.
"But, aren't you my husband?" Xiao Ling's red lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to win back the victory, she slowly leaned forward and blew a breath into the Ghost King's ear.
Seeing that ear rapidly turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost bleeding, Xiao Ling finally felt relieved.
Ha~ He looks like a battle-hardened playboy, but he still turns out to be so careless~
But who is Xiao Hua'er?
"My name is Xiao Ling, husband, can you tell me your name?"
The Ghost King stared at the red lips dangling in front of his eyes and swallowed hard.
The redness at the tips of his ears quickly spread to his entire face, but he stood motionless, unwilling to move away.
The look of the little "lady" was really more seductive than the naughty ghost in the valley. If he hadn't been afraid that he couldn't stand it, he would have wanted to...
Xiao Ling... Xiao Ling, the Ghost King recited this name in his heart several times, almost chewing it up and swallowing it.
It turns out that his name is not Xiaohuaer, hehe, he is a little liar.
"Hanyuan."
The Ghost King moved his gaze from Xiao Ling's lips to his eyes with difficulty, and uttered two words in a serious and gentle tone.
"Han Yuan?" Xiao Ling repeated silently.
Han Yuan, holding an injustice... Even though he is already a ghost, this name is too unlucky, right?
Han Yuan seemed to see what he was thinking, and chuckled indifferently: "I have no memory of my life, so naturally I don't know my name. 'Han Yuan' is the name of this ghost valley. Since I did The king here simply uses it."
