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The King of Hell glanced coldly at the man before him, his tone ambiguous, "Lord Siming, go back and tell the Emperor of Heaven that I am aware of this matter."

When the Lord of Hell glanced at him, the Star Lord Siming felt a sense of oppression and took a step back.

As expected, it’s Xuan Ze!

The second generation of the ancient gods, he was once the god of war. Even after so many years, his dominance remains the same.

Many immortals in heaven are wondering why they choose to serve in the underworld?

He was obviously favored by the little princess of the Emperor of Heaven, and he could have become a god of war in heaven, second only to the emperor.

However, although ordinary people are not clear about Xuan Ze's motives, he knows it.

Looking at this old friend, now he has to go against the order of the Emperor of Heaven because of that mortal, even if he is a descendant of the ancient gods... he can't openly slap the Emperor of Heaven in the face again and again, right?

"Xuan Ze, you and I used to be good friends. I advise you not to waste your time on that mortal anymore." Siming sighed.

The King of Hell looked at him with disdain, unmoved. "That's my business, what does it have to do with you?"

Siming smiled bitterly, didn't insist any further, and made way. "Let me remind you one last thing. Qingyu Emperor Ji has regained her memory after descending to the mortal world. The Queen Mother was furious when she learned about you. That's why the Emperor of Heaven sent me—your old friend. The Emperor of Heaven hopes that you can keep your promise and accompany Qingyu Emperor Ji until she grows old in this life."

When the Star Lord Siming said the four words "keep your promise", he deliberately emphasized the tone.

The King of Hell pretended not to hear and just left.

Watching the King of Hell's departing figure, Siming Xingjun couldn't help but sigh again. He counted on his fingers, but couldn't predict what was going to happen next. Perhaps this was the will of heaven, and even they couldn't decipher the mystery.

-

After Lin Yin came back from the police station, she rested in the hotel.

Fu Chenyan also insisted on coming with her and booked a room next to hers.

After Lin Yin closed the hotel room door, he slumped down on the sofa and rubbed his temples.

On the way to the hotel, Assistant Li kept chattering about how worried his young master was about her. She wasn't stupid, so she naturally understood what Assistant Li meant. She wasn't some naive young woman, but someone who had lived her life over again, and she knew very well that Fu Chenyan's feelings for her were different from those of others.

But she didn't have that kind of feeling towards him.

She knew clearly how big the gap was between her and him. It could be said that they were not from the same world.

It’s not that she is self-deprecating, but she is not interested in wealthy families.

What's more, Fu Chenyan didn't say anything and always treated her with courtesy without overstepping the bounds.

Perhaps, they don't have any deeper plans.

Therefore, Lin Yin did not intend to keep too far away from him. After all, in the human world, apart from Bureau 749, he was the only one who could understand what she was doing.

She thought about how every time she tried to reject his kindness, he would come up with the excuse of worrying about her safety.

And Lin Yin did use his help.

If she had called the police this time, the old couple would have been dead by the time she and the police arrived.

Lin Yin took out the Underworld tablet and sent a message to Qi Jiayan: [Mission accomplished! Photos attached.]

She just took out her tablet and took a few photos secretly while no one was paying attention.

I have to say that the pixel of this tablet in the underworld is quite high, and the photos are quite clear.

After Lin Yin sent the message and returned to the friend interface, she couldn't help but look at the avatar of the King of Hell.

For some reason, a thought suddenly occurred to her: What was the King of Hell doing right now? Did he know she was in danger? If she was in danger again, would he appear like he did last time?

Lin Yin was shocked by her own thoughts. What was she expecting?!

She slapped her face and warned herself in her heart: Lin Yin, don't have any strange thoughts. That's the King of Hell. He saved you just because it's convenient for him to catch demons in the world of the living. Don't think too much!

She is just a mortal, while he is the King of Hell, a god.

So, having taught herself a lesson, Lin Yin put aside her subtle thoughts and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

She washed off the dirt on her body and came out wrapped in a bath towel to get a change of clothes.

But I saw a familiar figure in the room.

The King of Hell?!

Lin Yin looked at the figure standing with his back to her in the room in surprise and doubt, and for a moment she forgot that she was still wrapped in a bath towel.

"Lord Yama? Why are you here..."

Hearing the voice, the tall man in front of him turned around and looked at Lin Yin steadily, but when he saw that she was only wrapped in a bath towel, his expression changed and he looked a little strange.

Lin Yin followed his gaze and looked at herself, and was shocked to realize that she was only wrapped in a bathrobe and had met the King of Hell like this. Her face turned red.

She quickly picked up the clothes on the bed, rushed into the bathroom, closed the door, and covered her pounding heart. At this moment, her face was red and almost bleeding...

She quickly calmed herself down, changed her clothes, and came out of the bathroom again.

"Lord Yama, is there something you want to talk to me about?" Lin Yin asked, her emotions were unrecognizable, but there was still a hint of anticipation in her heart.

The King of Hell didn't say anything, but looked at her wet hair, which was still dripping with water, and couldn't help but frowned, "You are still the same."

Lin Yin:?

What's the same as always?

Lin Yin looked puzzled. Why did this sound so strange?

The King of Hell sighed slightly, made a gesture to Lin Yin, and Lin Yin's hair became dry instantly.

Lin Yin felt her hair getting hot and touched it. Her wet hair was actually dry!

She was shocked. She really needed this function. God knows how much time she spends blow-drying her hair every time.

"Lord Yama, how did you do this? Can I learn it?" Lin Yin pointed at her hair and asked excitedly.

The King of Hell was speechless. It was still the same as before.

He coughed, "You can't do it. A mortal body cannot use such magic power."

Seeing Lin Yin's immediate disappointment, he changed the subject and continued, "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Lin Yin became expectant again.

Lord Yama: "Unless you start cultivating immortality."

Lin Yin:......

"How long will it take?"

"At least fifty years."

Lin Yin was speechless. She asked, "In fifty years, she would be seventy years old by then."

Forget it, cultivating immortality is indeed not suitable for a mortal like her.

"Lord Yama, you haven't told me why you came to see me." Lin Yin decided to change the subject.

The King of Hell was stunned. He was almost about to forget the purpose of his visit today because of her interruption.

Then, the King of Hell's face darkened, and his tone was no longer as gentle as before, "Didn't I tell you that if you encounter danger in the future, remember to notify me in time?"