I, Yuelao, quit!

Caught off guard, Su Yun remained motionless in the posture of leaning forward and reaching out.

Like a criminal who was suddenly caught by the police, he stretched out his hand, his expression was dull, and his brain had lost the function of thinking.

Dead silence.

In the soothing and melodious piano accompaniment, amidst the friendly conversations all around, a table of four people seems to have separated a dead vacuum island.

Qin Wuyuan's brows were twisted like twists and turns, holding the tray, he stared at the red thread shackles on Su Yun's hands, and did not move for a long time.

Lu Yue lowered his head, staring at the upside-down phone screen, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Tang Xuan was the only one among the four who was still moving normally, but the surrounding atmosphere suddenly dropped to zero, so he had to stand still in embarrassment.

There was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the petrified Su Yun cracked several cracks, and the screen was full of exclamation marks and question marks.

...How could he have a red line with Lu Sheng? ? ?

The red line is equivalent to a marriage contract issued by a piece of God's will, and it can only explain the marriage between mortals.

It is not very useful for ordinary gods, at most it is a bracelet-like decoration.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to be bound by something like a red thread.

He looked down stiffly, and the red thread shackles hanging on his wrists suddenly dimmed and lost their luster, and the lively energy that was about to become a spirit just now disappeared.

Whether the mysterious red line can be revived again is not the fundamental question.

The most serious problem is that there is absolutely no place to untie the red thread shackles.

It was like a piece of pig iron that had been melted with a hole, and it just slipped into Su Yun's wrist.

Then it tightened inch by inch until it just caught Su Yun's wrist.

...It looks like a posture that even if you ask a locksmith, you can't unlock it.

In an instant, Su Yun almost fainted on the spot, the seven souls and six souls were frightened and floated far away from the body, and the physical body was barely supported by one breath.

He stood up straight, tried to breathe steadily, and tried to move the red thread shackles out.

Not moving.

Only the red line between him and Lu Sheng stretched a little.

Su Yun slammed his hand on the table a few times in disbelief.

The red line is as stable as Mount Tai, laughing at Yuelao who is crazy about it and slams into the big wall for it.

The real passer-by Tang Xuan couldn't stand it anymore.

He watched Su Yun staring at the empty wrist like a bewilderment, and then hammered frantically at the table, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

With question marks all over his head, Tang Xuan said in a low voice with "what did I miss in the ten minutes of running away" written all over his face.

"Mr. Su, what happened to you just now? Why..."

He only spoke half of what he said, because Su Yun raised his head blankly, with a look of lovelessness on his face, 'Who will save me'.

Tang Xuan suddenly had the illusion that Su Yun's eyes, as clever and beautiful as a deer, seemed to be covered with bloodshot eyes of despair.

"...A fly flew in front of you just now, I want to help you chase it away."

Tang Xuan asked again suspiciously, "Flies?"

A high-end western restaurant that would cost him half a month's salary for a single meal actually has flies?

Qin Wuyuan frowned more tightly than seeing the Sansheng Stone break in two, he almost forgot his identity as a waiter in the western restaurant, said in a deep voice.

"Yes, sorry to surprise you."

Tang Xuan: "..."

Is this waiter a bit strong?

Seeing that the waiter said the same thing, Tang Xuan dispelled the doubts in his heart, and he asked again.

"Then your wrist is okay?"

Seeing Su Yun's ruthless posture just now, he almost thought that he would die with this table and go to hell together.

Su Yun's voice fluttered violently.

"It's okay, I just exercise my muscles and bones..."

Tang Xuan looked at Su Yun with some sympathy. As Mr. Lu's sweetheart, he had to bear unimaginable pressure.

"Mr. Su, then you have a good rest. I seem to have eaten something at noon, and my stomach is really uncomfortable. I may have to take a step first..."

Su Yun came back to his senses suddenly, seeing Tang Xuan quickly picked up the tax law book, and rushed out of the gate lightly, without feeling weak at all.

"Huh? Oh, okay..."

There is no need for Tang Xuan and Lu Sheng to go on a blind date here.

He had already gloriously fought in person, locking the red line with Lu Sheng.

Lu Yue's face darkened slightly, he grabbed Su Yun's wrist which was handcuffed with red thread.

Su Yun's fair wrist was slightly blue because of the deadly knock against the table just now.

He didn't dare to use half of his strength, he held it gently as if he was treating a treasure on the tip of his heart, and lowered his head to breathe a few times towards the blue spot.

"Why did you hit the table?"

With Lu Sheng's intimacy, the red-line shackles were visibly strengthened by the naked eye, and quickly evolved into version 2.0 of the red-line shackles.

Su Yun's voice became weaker and weaker, and he stared blankly at the dining table.

The red line was locked faster than the tornado, and he couldn't react at all.

"...Nothing, just to test whether this table is strong..."

Qin Wuyuan bent down and said, "Sir, do you need some wound medicine?"

As he said that, he secretly gave Su Yun a "follow me" eye shot.

Lu Yue glanced at Qin Wuyuan, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and said coldly.

"unnecessary."

However, the director had an order, and Su Yun had to obey.

Su Yun tensed his back, withdrew his hand from Lu Yue, stood up, and said with tears in his eyes.

"Need, Lu Sheng, I'll leave for a while."

Lu Yue's frowning brows seemed to be heavily pressed by frost, and his whole body exuded a stern aura.

With his eyes, Qin Wuyuan was pierced through thousands of holes.

After Su Yun silently followed Qin Wuyuan to a hidden place, Qin Wuyuan turned his back to him and resumed the crimson attire of Director Yuelao.

He shook his sleeve vigorously to isolate a small space that shielded sight and sound, preventing others from seeing and hearing their conversation.

Qin Wuyuan raised his hand upwards, and the picture of the heavenly court was displayed in front of the two of them.

The deputy director was sweating profusely standing on top of the Sansheng Stone, holding a loudspeaker magic weapon, and commanding the whole department's Yuelao to rescue the marriage book urgently.

"Take out the [-] volumes that are not backed up on the east side first! Hey, you're going in the wrong direction! That's the west side!..."

In the Marriage Palace, there was a faint fire, and the moon elders were wearing red robes, running back and forth in a hurry, saving the marriage book.

There was chaos.

After the fate book was stolen, several spontaneous combustion accidents would occur in the Marriage Hall every now and then because of being implicated.

Qin Wuyuan asked, "How is the situation?"

The deputy director's body was almost hollowed out, and he wished he could jump into the hall and burn with the marriage book.

"The director is going to die! I don't know what happened just now, but the Marriage Hall started to burn again! The Sansheng stone under my feet jumped out of the mud just now, and it is about to fly into the sky!"

The daily life of Yuelaosi: the red thread can't be burned out, and the weaving of Yuelao can be regenerated.

Su Yun lowered his head guiltily, wondering if the spontaneous combustion accident had anything to do with him.

Qin Wuyuan's thin lips moved slightly, and he spat out a few words cruelly.

"Firefighting, working overtime, completing the marriage book."

The deputy director, who was severely attacked by overtime work, slipped and fell directly from the Sansheng Stone.

Qin Wuyuan flicked his sleeves, scattered the screen, turned around and squinted at Su Yun.

He was about to speak when Su Yun showed the red line handcuffs on his right hand with great desire to survive.

"Director, it's the red line that moves first!"

Qin Wuyuan: "..."

He asked bluntly, "Do you like Lu Sheng?"

Su Yun's hands covering the red thread shackles suddenly dropped.

He looked at Qin Wuyuan and opened his mouth, but found that he could only say one answer.

Seeing that Su Yun didn't deny it, Qin Wuyuan nodded clearly.

"It doesn't matter if you and Lu Sheng are together, but you know that it's a red line accident for gods and mortals to tie the red line?"

He pulled out a blood-colored giant knife from behind with no expression on his face, and the cold light flowed from the blade, as if blood would drip from it at any moment.

"Anyway, untying the red thread won't affect your love and marriage. Let's untie the red thread first."

Indeed, for mortals, forcibly untying the red thread is equivalent to breaking a marriage.

But for the gods, breaking the red thread is an understatement like untying a necklace, and it will not affect the gods' marriage.

However, Qin Wuyuan greatly underestimated the difficulty of unlocking the red line shackles.

Su Yun closed his eyes, turned his head, and stretched out his right hand tremblingly, like a prisoner about to escape handing over handcuffs to his accomplices.

Qin Wuyuan swung his knife and chopped it down. When the indestructible blade hit the red line shackles, it seemed to be blocked by some transparent object. No matter how much strength he exerted, he couldn't cut another half.

Can only be suspended in mid-air.

He put away the long knife, stared at the shackles solemnly, a bunch of ice-blue flames faintly emerged from his hand.

Su Yun gasped, "Isn't it, Director, your knife keeps chopping, and you still want to burn it?"

Back then, the director used this long knife to forcibly cut off the sword of the 'Prince' of the demon world.

"Did you use the red thread compiled by Yue Laosi?"

"Director, I woven it by hand."

Qin Wuyuan sneered, and the flames nimbly rushed towards Su Yun's wrist.

"Then I don't believe that I will continue to make this red line."

However, when the flames approached the shackles, the red-line shackles suddenly devoured the weak flames ferociously, and even inflated vaguely, and then evolved into the trend of red-line shackles 3.0.

Qin Wuyuan, Su Yun: "..."

Qin Wuyuan gritted his teeth almost every word and said, "Try to become smaller."

Su Yun cast a spirit technique of shrinking, and his figure shrank a lot.

The loose sleeves hang down long on the ground, like a child wearing an adult's clothes.

He subconsciously looked at his wrist, only to find that the red thread shackles had also evolved into a miniature version, still tightly bound to his wrist.

Red thread shackles: loose as you like, loose as you like, tight as you like, you can choose any model.

The atmosphere was awkwardly silent again.

Su Yun asked in despair.

"Director, is this red line... is it true? Has this happened to our department before?"

Qin Wuyuan categorically denied, "How could this happen to ordinary red lines? Unless..."

He suddenly thought of a situation and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"By the way, you suddenly mentioned the marriage flower, why?"

Su Yun knew that he couldn't hide it, and there was nothing to hide from Qin Wuyuan about Marriage Flower.

He confessed nervously, "I seem to be able to make a marriage flower bloom, and the other party that the marriage flower is tied to is Lu Sheng..."

Qin Wuyuan frowned fiercely, he looked thoughtfully at Lu Sheng in the distance, and said.

"Su Yun, do you know that marriage flowers only work on gods."

Su Yun's hand froze in arranging his clothes.

"By the way, there is another interesting thing. I also found out after going through all the fate books of the Commanding Division with Xi Huan recently."

"Lu Sheng, there is no such person in the world."

Su Yun was dumbfounded, took a breath, and suspected that his ears had misheard and missed something.

"...Then... he is?"