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    My husband is the King of Hell

    A man has three lights, weak lights are weak, ghost strange appearance. Mu Yang for the first time to see the dark, is such a strange atmosphere, dark said he low luck, a look will be ghost, with back home. She said he Yang heavy, Yang is not afraid of ghosts, and then climbed to bed. Mu Yang turn to the side, from now on opened the pet wife mode... while clarifying the pet... do not delay. Falling in love while catching ghosts... a little annoying but what about seeing ghosts in bed?... Is there a solution to the strange uncomfortable? All in pet... no abuse point... if the fruit ghost do some bad things also calculate abuse... also the plot needs ghost ghost gas introduction: are you afraid of ghosts? You have a pair of eyes in a dark corner... Want to run? Past life debt, this life..... no time arrived... I'm waiting for you... are you ready? Perhaps terrible may be funny than mainly see what ghost ~ cat in bed ~ bedtime "poison" Xiao you said: this book thunder thunder I do not know but the lack of ghosts, what may appear good black, bad people turn sex everything is possible

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    Story: My husband is the King of Hell Author:Velvet Verity Novels words:4241 Update time:2023-07-25 13:40:24

    "I have an excessive amount of yang energy. The way I can help you is by transferring some of my yang energy to you. After a while, you won't even be able to see other ghosts anymore."

    After listening, Muyang eagerly grasped Mingtu's hands and said, "Really? How can I absorb your yang qi?"

    Mingtu's eyes sparkled with a green and luminous glow as she directly held Mu Yang's hand and gave it a kiss.

    "What are you willing to do?"

    "After that, can we just stop seeing ghosts altogether?"

    "As long as it's not something the ghost really wants you to see, you won't be able to see it."

    "Ah? Then I would have to meet a ghost?"

    Ghost don't know if you can see them, so they won't appear unless you do something to provoke them. Will you do it?

    Mu Yang's face turned red with nervousness. "No, no, please don't put my finger in your mouth! It's unhygienic."

    The man released Mu Yang's fingers, pulling a silver thread between his hand and mouth, slightly warming the surrounding air. "With such an obvious hint, don't tell me you don't understand?"

    "I am a man!" Murong Yang lowered his head, unable to meet the shining eyes of the man directly.

    "Do you not like me?"

    "It's not like that." Mu Yang lowered his head, looking really handsome! He didn't lose out either. He realized that he had been attracted to men since he was born, but he never found anyone appealing. However, today, he didn't feel any aversion to him.

    "In the depths of fate, there is a divine mandate. Just follow it and I shall guide you."

    "...Why does it feel like a cult organization? Isn't it just an attempt to recruit me?"

    "What are you daydreaming about?"

    "No, I don't know you. Can I trust you?"

    "Follow your instincts, haven't you already arrived?"

    Mu Yang looked up at the man, who was really tall and had a strong presence. Just like a deity, he was so dazzling that it was hard to take one's eyes off him.

    The man pinched Mu Yang's chin and directly sealed his slightly parted lips. He had been waiting for this moment for too long. From now on, let them be closely intertwined, sharing their lives together.

    Ah, switch off the lights and go to sleep, no need for more words...

    Mu Yang was exhausted. He believed that no one's first time could be as miserable as his. It was as if he was a warhorse, and he even suspected that this man hadn't indulged in any worldly pleasures for thousands of years. So when he encountered someone as easy to bully as him, he indulged himself to his heart's content.

    The man's face was filled with smugness, even the faintly raised corners of his eyes were filled with the essence of spring.

    Muyang saw the man approach and stepped back, supporting his aching waist. He placed one hand on the man's chest and said, "Don't come any closer, or I'll go down with you."

    The man grabbed Muyang's hand and sucked on his fingers, his lips gently grinding. "Oh? How did we end up in this situation together?"

    Mu Yang didn't know how they could perish together, but he had a rough idea about how he died.

    The man said his name was Ming Tu. When Mu Yang heard this name, he was completely taken aback.

    Mingtian! That is a man who stands at the pinnacle of divinity - wealthy, powerful, handsome, elegant, renowned, and not to mention, extraordinarily endowed. However, this man, just two hours ago, said to him, "Remember, I am your man, Mingtian!"

    Mu Yang covered his face and exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, what's this about my man? Can't I be a man too? It's so embarrassing."

    Early in the morning, Wang Yi noticed that Mu Yang was acting strangely. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were sparkling with affection, giving the impression that he had been well-nourished.

    It was even more obvious at this moment. The face would turn red for a while and then there would be regret. Clearly not in control, yet feeling satisfied!

    This conflicted heart is clearly that of a naive young girl. Looking at her appearance, it seems like she has been completely taken advantage of.

    Wang Yi tapped on Mu Yang's desk and said, "I think you should tone it down a bit, it's too obvious."

    Mu Yang covered his face and revealed his eyes, asking, "What?"

    "Ah, such a grand display of sleeping."

    "Ah! Is it that obvious?"