The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

Jing Churan squeezed to the other side, stretched out his hand to try to hold Hei Huomian's shoulder, but he stood up and avoided him, so he sighed:

"Hey, what are you thinking about in your little head all day long~!"

Jing Churan looked at Hei Huomian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a frown on his face and in distress, and let out an exaggerated long sigh. Just as he was about to sit down on the edge of the bed as well, he was pushed away by the other party.

"Get out of the way! Only my little brush can sit on my bed."

Jing Churan closed his mouth and swallowed the curse that was about to come out of his mouth, "Okay, I won't argue with you."

Jing Churan sat back on the sofa and shook his head firmly.

"I haven't done any experiments in this area..." Then, he remembered something and continued after a brief thought:

"However, the ancient book handed down in our family is only half a scroll, which only records the formula of Meng Po soup to wash away memories; the other half was lost when my uncle succeeded to the throne of the Underworld Emperor. My father reported it to my uncle at that time."

Hei Huomian nodded to show that he understood.

"I vaguely feel that this incident is related to the disappearance of my little brush."

Jing Churan frowned, "Your little writing brush is an ancient jade..." He nodded immediately, "Okay, since you asked me, I'll go back and look for it to see if my father did any extra research on the cruel and unpredictable path without telling the higher-ups, or recorded any evidence or notes."

"You can also ask my aunt, after all, she worked part-time as Meng Po in the past."

Hei Huomian nodded when he heard this.

"From this it seems that you have something on your mind, that's why you can't sleep, it has nothing to do with that little beauty."

"I was worried that you were not okay, so I rushed over to give you medicine."

Jing Churan stood up and packed his medical kit. "Okay! I can report to my aunt and uncle-in-law and let them rest assured."

Hei Huomian's handsome face flushed red. He spread out his left hand and pretended to recite the Hell Fire Order.

"It's been a long time since Mengpo Soup has been sampled or inspected, right?"

"No, no, no, I just want to make some new flavors to change the public's long-standing opinion that 'Meng Po Soup' is hard to swallow. To create the 5A department of the underworld, is it easy for me to be 'Meng Po'~?"

Jing Churan angrily sat down on the coffee table with the medical kit in his arms, muttering:

"You really don't consider the difficulties of grassroots employees. I think you should not seek re-election as the 'Emperor of the Underworld'."

"I haven't made a final decision on whether to run for re-election. Here."

"Mangosteen flavor?" Hei Huomian frowned and stared at the liquid in the test tube in his hand, then walked towards the bed.

"Next time I'll make one with peanut and sesame flavor!"

After saying this, Hei Huomian raised his head and drank all the Meng Po soup, then raised his hand and threw it easily.

The test tube is then hollowed out and dropped into the test tube rack without breaking or damaging.

"Didn't you never eat anything with peanut or sesame flavors before?"

Before Jing Churan could finish his words, Hei Huomian had already fallen down and was snoring in sleep.

"I said my Mengpo soup is delicious, safe, organic, non-toxic and has no side effects. It is a must-have for home enjoyment~!"

Jing Churan considerately put a blindfold on his cousin, grabbed an elk-shaped pillow and stuffed it into his arms, then covered him with a quilt, then left the bedroom carrying a medical kit.

When Jing Churan passed by the study door, he saw that it was half open.

At the desk in the study, a long-haired girl with a gentle face was concentrating on reading an ancient book.

"Hey!"

"Muxian, Muxian, if that is really your little brush, then I feel like you were in love with someone through the screen for two or three years, and after meeting, it feels like you fell in love with someone else."

Bai Shuiru, who was immersed in the world of books, suddenly heard the word "Muxian" vaguely coming from somewhere. She shuddered subconsciously and quickly raised her eyes to glance in the direction of the study door.

She stood up and tiptoed to the door, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there was no one around.

He closed the study door, sat down again and continued reading the book "Huangquan Ji".

"...Hao Zhao's wife Bai Hao was jealous of her husband's affection for someone else. She was also worried that he would succeed in seizing the throne and abandon her. She was even more terrified that if she failed, she would be punished by Song Zheng and her newly born daughter would be in trouble. So she stood in front of Hao Zhao before he could kill the rebellious Hades Emperor Song Zheng with a sword, begged Song Zheng to forgive her daughter Quan Ai, and then committed suicide in front of Hao Zhao's body."

"...In April of the 2916th year of the Yellow Springs calendar, Quan'ai, the daughter of Hao Zhao and Bai Hao, was adopted by her uncle, the Dark Emperor Song Zheng, and her aunt, the Dark Queen Ge Xi, and grew up with Mu Xian...Quan'ai learned of her life story and left Yellow Springs in anger."

"In January of the 2920 millionth year of the Yellow Springs calendar, Muxian, the only son of the Hades Emperor Songzheng and the Hades Queen Gexi, won the election for Hades Emperor and succeeded to the throne of 'Underworld Emperor'."

"...In July of the 2922th year of the Yellow Springs calendar, Quan Ai, under the pretext of 'clearing the emperor's side and avenging the enemies', joined forces with a mysterious force to launch a rebellion in Si Yuan. The Dark Emperor Mu Xian led his army to personally suppress the rebellion in September of the 7th year of the Yellow Springs calendar, and imprisoned Quan Ai in Si Yuan to be punished for eternity."

"The Dark Emperor Muxian is tracking down the mastermind behind Quan'ai's plot.

In September of the 2928 millionth year of the Yellow Springs calendar, the Dark Emperor Muxian suddenly stopped the investigation.

When Bai Shuiru came to this point, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and shook her head.

I didn't expect that there would be brothers fighting each other in the underworld!

Even Muxian's generation could not escape the situation, with cousins ​​killing each other.

It shows that even if a person is dead, his mind is still evil. Er, no, they are gods, not humans.

Anyway, power, wealth and lust have done great harm to people since ancient times!

So Baishuiru, you have to learn from this lesson.

The little girl believed it deeply, nodded her head and said, "Amitabha."

Then he continued with a smile:

"We, the working class, are the most simple and plain-minded. We only want to have enough food, warm clothes and a good sleep. How could we have the time or the energy to fall in love..."

Suddenly, without any warning, a sturdy figure in a suit and sunglasses appeared in front of me, holding a bunch of ice cream cones and walking towards me with a smile.

The little girl's cheeks turned red and she subconsciously raised her hands to cover her eyes.

However, the figure that immediately and domineeringly replaced Hei Huomian and occupied Bai Shuiru's mind was a man in an ink-colored Tang suit with a blurred face.

Twilight String?!

Bai Shui stepped back quickly as a reflex, with such force that he almost fell to the ground with the heavy leather chair.

Bai Shuiru sat firmly, slumped back in the chair, clutching the clothes on his chest, and gasping violently.

Don't scare yourself, Bai Shuiru!

Muxian must have forgotten me, her childhood sweetheart.

For so long, I have never heard any news from the Hei family, who have widespread connections in the underworld, that he wants to take me back.

Don't worry, Bai Shuiru! Don't worry!

After taking a calm breath, Bai Shuiru's gaze unconsciously fell back on the illustrations in the book in front of her.

Wearing a full set of black gold armor and holding a long wooden cannon, the Hades Emperor Muxian led the troops to sweep away the rebels. He was indeed majestic and righteous, and was the only god who controlled the underworld.

I have been by Muxian's side since he was born, until he ascended to the throne of the Underworld. Why have I never heard of all these treacherous and scheming things in the underworld?

Could it be that what I am reading is actually fan fiction?

Bai Shuiru pinched the pages with her fingers and closed the book.

On the thread-bound ancient book titled "Huangquan Ji" there appears a seal of the underworld with the words "At the two poles of heaven and earth, good will be rewarded and evil will be punished."

It is the official version, for sure.

Wu Chu has also been in the underworld for a long time, so maybe he knows something.

Speaking of which, I haven’t seen that kid Wu Chu for a long time!

Where are you hiding?

Wuchu? Wuchu?

The silent call fades away, but there is no response.

At the local government office building, the security guard at the door saw that it was time to go to work, so he closed the electric door remotely.

Suddenly, a dark black motorcycle rushed through the gap in the door just wide enough for it to pass through and rushed into the office area.

The person on the motorcycle stretched out his long legs and pushed on the ground, deftly steering the motorcycle to avoid a government car heading towards the gate, then rushed into the parking space and braked steadily.

Jiaocheng took off his safety helmet and hung it on the front of the car. He ran towards the auditorium of the office building while adjusting a moon-white silk scarf around his slender neck to cover up the traces of red plum blossoms in the winter snow.

"Clear and clear, here!"

Shui Mo, who had already taken his seat, lowered his voice and waved to Jiao Cheng who had just run into the auditorium.

"You ran so fast, are your feet okay?"

Jiaocheng sat down and subconsciously touched her feet which had just been healed, and her cheeks immediately turned slightly red.

Shui Mo was just about to say a few words when he heard the host reminding him that the meeting was about to begin and asking all participants to be quiet.

Black and White Impermanence raised their hands to cover their lips and tried their best to keep their voices low when communicating:

"I heard there's a new official taking office."

"What new officer?"

As he was speaking, he heard the host say:

"Please welcome the new member of the Inspection Committee, Mr. Qi Chu, with warm applause."

"Please invite Mr. Qi to come to the stage and give a speech."

Jiao Cheng covered her lips and yawned repeatedly until she noticed someone's eyes were on her. Then she looked towards the stage with a dull look.

A breath of foul air got stuck in my throat and I almost choked.

How could it be him? !

Behind the podium, a familiar figure was wearing an ink-colored suit and a shirt of the same color, and a purple tie that made him look particularly warm.

Who would have thought that the silk strip she gave him, which was entangled from her wrist to her eyes last night, was never worn around his neck for even a second.

Jiaocheng pulled up the silk scarf around her neck, trying to hide her blushing face.

Before rushing out for work, she blushed and angrily threw her tie on the man, who looked like a pitiful young wife who had been abandoned after a night.

At the podium, Qi Chu adjusted his serious black-framed glasses, and his playful gaze fell accurately on the short-haired woman in a black leather jacket in the last row of the auditorium.

“I am honored to work side by side with all of you in the days ahead.”