Little Overlord and Mr. Mei

Song Yubai's body is so soft that it doesn't hurt even if it hits the arm. On the contrary, it feels like holding a familiar thing, which makes Xia Wuxin feel at ease.

The smell on her body just dilutes the unpleasant fragrance around her, which calms the mind a little.

After a long time, Song Yubai finally spoke and said softly: "You can let go."

"Oh, yes." Xia Wuxin reacted, hurriedly let go, pushed the bed aside, and pulled Song Yubai to his feet.

Song Yubai used her strength to stand up slowly, but her limbs had been restrained by chains for too long. Now she was a little sore. After she stood halfway, her knees softened and she almost knelt down. Xia Wuxin hurriedly stretched out her hand and clasped tightly. Hold her wrist and lift her up.

Song Yubai coughed slightly and felt very embarrassed. She had always been lonely and independent, so Xia Wuxin saw all the embarrassing side clearly.

"You have a lot of strength." Song Yubai said.

Xia Wuxin hurriedly let go, only to see the reddish five-fingerprints on her delicate and white wrists, apart from the imprints of the chains.

"I've been like this since I was a child, and I have a lot of strength." Xia Wuxin spread his hands, then looked back, and looked behind him, "The Rakshasa is coming soon. Let's go out first and avoid her."

After speaking, she stepped forward and pulled Song Yubai over, and the two of them disappeared suddenly, turning into a wind and blowing out the window.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed, he heard a scream of ghosts behind him. When he looked back, he saw a large ghost image drifting towards here. The leader was Na Raksha. Perhaps it was because of anger, she was originally beautiful. His face changed its appearance, revealing fangs and red eyes, which was terrible.

"Yuheng! You can't escape!" Raksha's voice became muffled, and the soft voice just disappeared, as if coming from underground.

When Song Yubai heard the name, his heart trembled suddenly, and he went to see Xia Wuxin subconsciously. Fortunately, Xia Wuxin's expression was a little dazed at this time, and he obviously hadn't heard these two words.

She was relieved now.

"You trespassed from the underworld without permission and brought such a big disturbance to the mortal world. Are you not afraid of King Yama's punishment?" Song Yubai frowned.

"As long as I can get you, what is punishment?" Raksha laughed and swooped down like an arrow from the string.

Xia Wuxin was so frightened that he waved his hand to summon a barrier to stop her temporarily, then turned around and squatted down, hurriedly saying: "Sir, come, I am carrying you."

After she finished speaking, before Song Yubai could speak, she stretched out her hand to grab her wrist and dragged her to her back.

The slender body soared into the air, and the wind slowly passed by his ears. Song Yubai didn't dare to close his arms completely. He could only bend slightly, grabbing a part of Xia Wuxin's skirt, and then he did not fall.

Everything about her is thousands of miles away, everything is calm and self-sufficient, and it seems that after encountering Xia Wuxin, she has repeatedly fallen apart.

Perhaps Xia Wuxin was too self-talking.

Or maybe this little **** is too enthusiastic, she is a little softhearted.

Song Yubai shook his head slightly, then leaned over and put his lips to Xia Wuxin's ears, and said softly, "Go to the dark."

As she approached, a scent came, Xia Wuxin's breathing was stagnant, and then looked up, and sure enough, the sky here seemed to be divided into two colors, one side was reddened by the red lotus industry fire. One side is as black as ink.

For some reason, she had a certain trust in what Song Yubai said, so she turned around in midair and plunged towards the dark place.

In an instant, the two of them seemed to have entered a thorny area, and there seemed to be countless needles piercing them. I don't know how long it took before they finally saw the sky again and landed on the ground.

The chaser behind him was blocked by the thorns, and Raksha was nowhere to be found. Xia Wuxin exhaled a long breath, moved his arms and legs, still intact.

"Sir, how do you know..." Xia Wuxin said nothing but suddenly stopped, and hurriedly got up, "Sir!"

I saw Song Yubai leaning against a stone, his eyes closed tightly. There were a lot of grass leaves on the hair that was as smooth as a waterfall, and a few clear lines were printed on the white face like mutton jade. Scratches.

Her eyes were red, closed like this, and with the scarlet wound, she was cold and miserable, so she didn't dare to touch it.

Xia Wuxin was in a daze, then squatted down, stopped in front of her, bit her lips tightly, apologetic in her heart.

She actually forgot that Song Yubai was a mortal, and she would definitely be injured after passing through those thorns.

She is really...

"It's okay." Song Yubai who seemed to be aware of her self-blame, spoke lightly, and she stretched out her hand, as if reluctantly, her eyebrows frowned.

Xia Wuxin hurriedly lowered her head to look. Sure enough, even her arms were covered with scratches, and her flaming shirt was torn several times, revealing the skin inside, oozing a string of blood beads.

She raised her arm cautiously, her eyes drooping, showing some frustration: "Does it hurt?"

Song Yubai shook his head.

"With so many wounds, you, a literati, are not as rough and fleshy as I am, how can it not hurt." Xia Wuxin lowered her head and tore her sleeves directly, summoning Xianli to cover it.

Song Yubai's lips tightened, and his long eyelashes quivered slightly. After a while, he sighed and said softly, "It hurts."

Her words of acknowledgment of pain caused Xia Wuxin to hold her breath suddenly, her chest was sultry, and after a while, she said, "That's right, pain is pain, why bear it."

Song Yubai silently watched the wound heal, as if inadvertently said: "If you can't bear it, who will you tell me."

Xia Wuxin suddenly felt that Song Yubai like this was like a blowing bubble, clear and beautiful, but it seemed that it would disappear into the world at any time.

"Okay." Xia Wuxin clapped his hands, then looked at Song Yubai's body, shook his head in general with a sigh, "Mr. You should also exercise more on weekdays. Look at your body, how thin you are."

Upon hearing this, Song Yubai closed his clothes subconsciously, and wrapped his exposed arm with his wide sleeves by the way.

"Let's go." She suddenly said, then got up, and walked forward first, leaving only a silent back.

Xia Wuxin was knocked aside by her, touched her head, and tied the loose hair, wondering why she always felt that Song Yubai was evading something.

She looked around and saw no danger, only then strode to catch up.

"Where are we going now?" she asked.

"Look for King Yama."

"What do you want to do with Hades?"

Song Yubai shook his head lightly and said, "If a living person comes to the underworld, if he still wants to go out, he can only find King Yama."

As they walked, they approached the Naihe Bridge and mixed with a group of fresh ghosts who had just died soon. People had just become ghosts and their brains were still in chaos, so no one found them.

The Styx under the feet made a humming sound.

Song Yubai was dressed in red, and he was very conspicuous among the souls of many rough clothes. The blood-red cloth made her skin white and tender, her eyes were clear, and she didn't look like a dead person at all.

Unlike Xia Wuxin, who can be mixed into ghosts, the breath on her body quickly provokes several judges, who fly over and surround her.

"You're not a dead person, why did you break into the underworld?" one of the black-faced judges said angrily.

The other white-faced judge pulled the black-faced clothes and whispered: "Hush, this person is glowing with golden light, presumably he is not a mortal."

The black face was startled when he heard the words, and hurriedly squinted his eyes to Song Yubai's body, muttering to himself: "Goodbye, it's really bright, it's very dazzling."

"I'm looking for King Yama." Song Yubai said coldly. She raised her eyes and looked at the black face. The judge immediately felt the pain in her eyes, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes, not daring to look again.

Although this person doesn't have the slightest power in his body, it is usually the gods who can have this kind of golden body. Several judges naturally did not dare to offend them, so they hurriedly called in a few ghosts and quickly notified the Yama.

"You, please." The judge bent over and stretched out his hand. After Song Yubai passed, he pointed at Xia Wuxin who was trying to keep up with a fierce expression, and said fiercely, "You kid, line up!"

Xia Wuxin had been treated as a ghost for a whole day. At this time, she was so angry that she almost jumped up and knocked on the judge's head. Fortunately, Song Yubai turned around in time and said, "She is with me."

"Dog eyes don't know gods." Xia Wuxin pucked at the black face and strode to keep up.

The two of them walked along the path led by the ghost chase, and the paper money falling around became more and more numerous.

Song Yubai turned his head to avoid the paper money, and suddenly said, his voice was contrasted by the world here, "Why do they say you are a ghost."

"I don't understand. Even if I accidentally hit and entered this underworld, I was treated as a ghost and caught by the blind black and white impermanence."

Song Yubai turned his head, his eyes were covered in the shadow of the broken hair, unable to see his emotions, and then turned back.

After about a stick of incense, the sign of the Fifth Hall of the Underworld finally appeared in front of him. Two ghosts with black and white faces stretched out their hands to the side and respectfully said: "Here is King Yama."

Xia Wuxin couldn't help but glanced at them, and once again doubted Song Yubai's identity. With these treatments, how could he really be a teacher.

But before she could think about it, she was pushed in by the judge. There was darkness inside. The so-called Yama King was a burly man who was putting his feet on the table and sleeping soundly with his head up.

It's just that as soon as Song Yubai entered the door, he seemed to be choking, and he sneezed abruptly, his eyes widening like a copper bell.

He obviously saw the golden light on Song Yubai's body, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, then got up, stretched his face forward, and looked carefully, it seemed that it was very difficult to recognize.

Song Yubai suddenly raised his eyes, and King Yama backed back again and again as if he had been frightened. Then he strode forward, stuttering in astonishment: "You are, jade, jade..."

"Under Song Yubai." Song Yubai suddenly said, interrupting him.

"Song, Yubai..." King Yama heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes swept across Xia Wuxin again, and a hint of surprise flashed again.

"After that incident, we haven't seen each other for many years. I don't know, I don't know what Song Gongzi has done this time."

"Then I have to ask Ling Ai." Song Yubai raised his hand and showed him the festive sleeves embroidered with peonies.

King Yama was shocked, and his big palm suddenly slapped his forehead: "It turns out that Rakshasa caught... I blame this king, he spoiled his daughter, and I hope you can forgive me."

"I hid for many years, but was broken by her alone. Presumably she peeked at the life and death book, and then she knew that I was still alive and who I was." Song Yubai's tone was calm, but she revealed some ordinary things for no reason. No, the aloofness made Xia Wuxin shiver.

"Xiao Wang is ashamed, and he will definitely take care of his fate in the future, and will never let this news appear in the eyes of others again."

Song Yubai gave a hum, turned and left, Xia Wuxin hurriedly followed.

Upon seeing this, the judge on the side asked in a low voice, "Yan Wangye, this kid has no celestial power in his body. What are you afraid of him?"

Before he finished his words, King Yama's big palm touched his head and yelled: "You know who she is and how noble she is in the past. On the day of the rise of the Phoenix, when the mountains and rivers are turbulent, don't despise it!"

After that, he changed the conversation again and said loudly: "Song son, the one by your side can't leave. If this kind of disaster falls in the world, the world will be in chaos sooner or later!"

When Xia Wuxin heard the words, his steps could not be stopped, and he looked at King Yama in shock.

Disaster? she?

Song Yubai also stopped, stretched out his hand to pin his hair behind his ears, his glaze eyes opened slightly, and he looked at Xia Wuxin, "She is my protégé."

"Don't touch her." She said solemnly.