I, Yuelao, quit!

While Lu Yue was packing up the documents for overtime work, Su Yun was also carefully sorting out the things next to his place.

Put the semi-finished red thread sweater into the storage bag, pat clean the soft cushion that was stained with red rope crumbs, and put the soft cushion up against the wall.

Lu Yue even had the feeling that Xiao Yuelao had successfully opened up a new workstation in his office.

After packing up, Su Yun stood next to Lu Yue with his bag on his shoulders, waiting to go to Xi's house with Lu Yue.

He happily hummed the tune of "Xiaoyue is really happy today", and when he hummed to the high note, his hair curled up in cooperation.

A helpless smile flashed across Lu Yue's eyes.

He originally planned to get rid of Xiaoyuelao first, and then go to Xi's house, but after thinking about it, Xiaoyuelao can still draw out a spell that has been expired for decades.

He felt that it would be more at ease to tie him by his side.

Following Lu Yue all the way to the underground garage, Su Yun was dumbfounded looking at the black Porsche.

He finally remembered belatedly that he still didn't know how to get to Xi's house.

Can't Kuafu follow Lu Yue's car to Xi's house every day?

It is estimated that before successfully signing the red line, he will be run away to death.

Nor can he fly all the way to Xi's house, because his spiritual power is not enough to support him to fly long distances.

It is very likely that his spiritual energy will be completely exhausted halfway through the flight, and he will fall heavily into the rolling traffic with a thud.

Then he became the first immortal in heaven to be hit to death by a car.

Su Yun thought about the Porsche for a long time, and his eyes lit up.

He jumped lightly on the spot, performed a little spirit technique to make himself sit firmly on the roof of the car, and used several steel red wires to firmly handcuff himself to the car.

In this way, you can blow the craziest wind, drink the strongest spiritual liquid, and happily go all the way to Xi's house.

Su Yun sat cross-legged on the roof of the car, and then happily hummed his little song.

When Lu Yue returned from picking up things from another car, what he saw was Xiaoyuelao who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car, looking at him with his head tilted.

That little moon still 'tactfully' used the red thread to 'lock' himself on the roof of the car.

At first glance from a distance, it looks not much different from the chickens and ducks tied to the roof of the car on the way home after the Spring Festival.

Except that this little moon elder will flexibly dodge all kinds of markers that may attack him.

Lu Yue looked at Xiaoyuelao who had arranged himself so clearly with a blank face, and sighed a few times in his heart.

He deliberately went to get things from a distance, opened the car door on purpose, and waited on the other side for a long time on purpose.

In the end, Xiaoyue Lao still didn't toss himself into the car.

Forget it, let him blow the air on the roof.

When Lu Yue opened the trunk and was about to put the red wine for Mr. Xi into it, he realized that he had brought the wrong red wine.

The red wine that was actually going to be put in was still quietly lying in the company.

While calling his assistant, Lu Yue asked him to bring down the red wine for him, and put the wrong red wine back into another car.

Half a minute later, when he came back, the roof of the car that had been stuffed with a little moon was already empty.

Lu Yue was stunned for a rare moment, he turned to the front and looked inside the car, but there was no sign of Xiaoyuelao in the car either.

Where did Xiao Yuelao, who was used to tormenting herself, go?

Lu Yue suddenly felt restless and anxious.

At this time, the assistant ran down panting and brought over the correct two bottles of red wine.

Temporarily suppressing the doubts in his heart, Lu Yue rubbed his frowning brows, raised the trunk, and prepared to put the red wine in.

Then Lu Yue's hand, which was about to put the red wine in, stopped in the air for an instant.

The assistant at the side asked suspiciously, "...Mr. Lu?"

In the trunk, a little Yuelao who had been cast with the spirit of shrinking and nestled in the trunk raised its head in surprise, and looked at him in blank dismay.

Xiao Yuelao reflexively hugged the red thread ball in his arms.

He moved to the side to make room for his new neighbor - red wine, and then continued to stare innocently at Lu Yue.

...turned out to have rearranged itself into the trunk.

Lu Yue took a deep breath and slowly closed the trunk.

He deliberately kept his movements light, for fear of scaring the little Yue Lao who was still knitting a red-threaded sweater diligently inside.

"I'll put the red wine up front."

The assistant was confused, looking at the 'empty' trunk, wondering why Lu Yue would change his mind.

"Okay, Mr. Lu."

On the way to Xi's house, Lu Yue, who has always been stuck at the maximum speed limit, slowed down for the first time, and drove steadily to Xi's house at the 'turtle speed' in Xiaolong's eyes.

According to his past driving habits, Xiaoyue probably had to roll around in the trunk several times, hitting his head and bleeding.

Xiaolong said quietly, "Lu Yue, you have really changed, you are no longer the cold-hearted you."

"In the past, when the daughter of the Chief Financial Officer invited you to go for a ride, you refused ten times indifferently. When you had to agree the last time, you chose the fastest Wanli cloud, and you arrived at your destination in the blink of an eye."

Xiaolong lamented, "What a lovely and beautiful little fairy, on the cloud where you are traveling at thousands of miles per hour, the wind blows your carefully-made hairstyle into chicken coop..."

As soon as Lu Yue stepped on the gas pedal, he pushed Xiaolong's restless head back into his pocket.

"To shut up."

Pushed down by Lu Yue's finger, Xiaolong immediately changed his words.

"I was wrong, you are still the hard-hearted you, you have never changed."

Lu Yue opened the trunk, and Xiaoyue Lao who was motion sick and couldn't find Bei immediately fell out.

After rolling around on the ground, the dizzy Su Yun finally managed to find a 'big tree' to lean on - Lu Yue.

Lu Yue frowned slightly as he looked at Xiaoyuelao who was holding himself weakly around his waist as if he was a tree trunk.

Just when his fingertips slightly touched Xiaoyuelao's hand, and just when he was thinking of pushing the hand around his waist away, Xiaoyuelao's stiff hair, which was frightened, fell down unsteadily.

Lu Yue's hand paused, instead of pushing Xiaoyue Lao away, he pinched his dull hair.

He pinched Xiaoyuelao's stupid hair, and Xiaoyuelao borrowed his waist to hug him, which was a settlement.

As soon as his hand was fixed on the position of Daimao, Lu Yue smelled the smell of death with the smell of rust and blood.

His eyes suddenly became sharp, following the fishy and sweet smell, he locked on the Xi's house not far away.

It was the breath of the widow's puppet.

When Xiaoyuelao was still motion sick and nearly lost his sanity, Lu Yue pinched the dull hair on his head and cast a talisman on Xiaoyuelao to prevent widows from discovering him.

He said softly, "Remember, this is the real safe talisman for avoiding demons."

Instead of the messy pile of expired runes with one spirit stone and ten pieces.

As soon as the words fell, a warm current shining with fine golden light passed from Lu Yue's fingertips to Su Yun's hairy tips, and then flowed to his whole body.

Su Yun closed his eyes slowly, leaned his head into Lu Yue's arms, and immediately collapsed softly on Lu Yue's body.

Seeing that Xiao Yuelao had completely passed out, Lu Yue lowered his body and carried Xiaoyuelao to the back seat of the car.

He couldn't let Xiaoyue be recklessly exposed in front of the widow.

The widow is afraid of the power of the Department of Prison and Punishment, so he hasn't done anything to the descendant of the gods yet, but if this silly little moon bumps into it...

The light in Lu Yue's eyes dimmed suddenly.

The little moon in his arms rubbed his head against his chest unconsciously, and murmured in his sleep.

"Lu Sheng, mine...my..."

Lu Yue was about to put down Xiaoyuelao's hand for a meal.

Old Xiaoyue laughed foolishly, "... 17 spirit stones."

Lu Yue let go indifferently, and put Xiaoyuelao on the soft back seat of the car.

Forget it, since these are all his unconscious reactions, let him be spared first.

Pulling a thin blanket to cover Xiaoyuelao, Lu Yue fixedly looked at Xiaoyuelao who was sleeping soundly.

His gaze softened for a rare moment, then he got out of the car and stepped into the vast night without looking back.

……

In the room, Xi Xue tremblingly picked up the sharp mirror shards on the floor with trembling hands, ignoring the sharp edges and corners piercing straight into her fingertips.

She hated the man looking at the mirror extremely, and roared hysterically.

"You lied to me, you lied to me!... How can I meet him with my appearance..."

The corners of the man's lips were raised upwards, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked gentle and kind.

But Xi Xue, who was terrified to the extreme, could only see a vicious smile like a poisonous snake on his face.

"Don't worry, no matter what you become, he will fall in love with you with all his heart and never leave you."

He murmured softly, "If he only loves your appearance, how can it be called true love? What I promise to you is the loyal love from beginning to end."

"And what you are asking for is Fang Xuan's sincerity? Now you can get your wish."

"correct."

He changed the subject, "Although you have exhausted your remaining lifespan, I will still give you three more days to be with your 'true love' Fang Xuan."

The hourglass on the table suddenly turned upside down strangely, and fine sand slowly flowed down from the top, counting down the remaining three days of life.

"I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. After three days, you will 'grow old together' and pass away peacefully with your hands clasped tightly."

The man sighed, "This way of death is already the most romantic way of death I can think of for you."

Xi Xue's legs were weak and she knelt down slowly on the ground. She tremblingly covered her wrinkled face and cried out in a broken voice.

But she was worried that her parents outside the door would hear her, so she only dared to sob softly.

"That's not what you promised me at the time, please, please..."

"To grow old together, to live and die together, I have fulfilled my promise."

He seemed to sigh helplessly.

"However, if you regret it, there is nothing you can do."

Xi Xue's eyes were slack, she raised her head blankly, "...what do you mean?"

"You can exchange someone else's life for your appearance and lifespan."

The tulle curtains were suddenly blown up by the strong wind, dancing wildly like ghosts in the room.

Under the cover of night, the man turned around from the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room and stepped into Xi Xue's room.

He held an exquisite short knife in his hand, and a white snake with a bright red snake letter was vividly carved on the short knife.

He handed the dagger to Xi Xue, bent down, and whispered in her ear like a lover.

"...Kill that man named Lu Sheng, and I will give you back everything you lost."

Outside the door, Mama Xi was still knocking on the door anxiously, and she became even more panicked when she heard the movement inside the door.

"Xiaoxue, open the door quickly, please? Don't worry mom."

Xi Xue wiped away her tears in embarrassment, and turned her head blankly, looking at the door that was slapped loudly.

She... She absolutely can't appear in front of her mother like this.

There was a sound of unlocking the door, "Xiaoxue! Mom is going to use the key to open the door!"

The man's voice was extremely seductive.

"If you promise me, take this knife."

Xi Xue only felt that the man promised her a magnificent palace, but when she finally opened the heavy curtain of the palace, what she saw was an abyss from which she could not turn back.

She numbly stroked her old face, "Can I restore my appearance now?"

"of course."

The man in front of him wore a gentle false mask, and the seemingly kind smile on his face never changed its curvature, which perfectly concealed the cruelty and blood behind the smile.

His words were extremely soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing her, but every sentence he said was like a sharp knife, piercing her weakest pain spot precisely.

The clock inside the house was ticking like a reminder, and the crow outside the window was calling in a low voice like an announcing mourning.

In the turmoil of the world, she heard the sound of the last string breaking in her heart so clearly.

"it is good."