is this marriage

Meng Zhoulian was far away from the town where the ghost officials lived, and planted a bamboo forest in the depths of the Styx River alone, and built a small building. Although he also held the official title of Meng Po, he rarely went to the Hall of the King of Hell to join the ghost officials. During the meeting, even the day when Jiang Yuluo was lost, he just sent someone to report, and he still stayed in the small courtyard to grow flowers and make tea.

In other words, he would hardly leave this bamboo forest all year round, but Zhong Ye didn't hear anything even after knocking on the door several times. Is Meng Zhoulian going out?

"Uncle, are you there?"

Since Zhong Ye entered the bamboo forest, he has been able to feel a sense of oppression that does not belong to the underworld. In the underworld, ghosts should be the most important and cold, but there is clearly a scorching righteousness lurking in the bamboo forest, like The scorching sun wrapped in layers of clouds and haze... He remembered that he had also felt this uncomfortable yang energy when he was a child, and it was also in Meng Zhoulian's bamboo forest garden.

"Uncle!"

There was a sound of rocks and trees collapsing in the house, Zhong Ye cursed secretly, and broke in directly, just in time to catch Meng Zhoulian who was flying over by the bullet.

"How did you come?"

The astonishment in Meng Zhoulian's eyes flashed away, and he quickly narrowed his eyes to put on a lazy expression, but it was a pity that the dirty blood in his throat gushed out first.

"Ahem, tsk."

"what happened?"

Zhong Ye sent true energy into Meng Zhoulian's body to help him heal his wounds, while watching vigilantly at the back garden outside the ruins, which was listed as a restricted area by Meng Zhoulian, and no one except Meng Zhoulian himself had ever stepped into it.

"The 'bridge' was almost opened."

Meng Zhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth disdainfully, coughed twice, waved away Zhong Ye's hand that was supporting him, and stood up stubbornly, "It seems that Jiang Yuluo really can't simply die in the world, this kid never I stole half of the bridge piers in my hand, and he has only been away for so many days, and the 'bridge' is already on the verge of collapse."

The "bridge" is the only passage connecting the Jiuzhongtian and the underworld. For nearly a hundred years, the two worlds of the sky and the underground have been clearly separated. They are closed and communicated to avoid collusion between gods and ghosts. Opening a bridge is considered a taboo between the two worlds, and the key to the seal of the "bridge" is The pier has always been in charge of Meng Zhoulian, who has profound mana.

"I can ask him for it."

Zhong Ye found Meng Zhoulian's teacup from the ruins and handed it to him. He leaned down to check if there was any yang energy overflowing near the "bridge", and confirmed that Meng Zhoulian had temporarily repaired the "bridge".

"He doesn't remember anything like a little fool now, and if you ask him, he will only treat you as crazy,"

Meng Zhoulian casually lifted a stone as a chair and sat down, "I'm just curious, why did he steal the bridge piers? Opening the 'bridge' will only make the yin and yang energy into chaos, and the life of the three worlds will be destroyed. The only person who can benefit can only be Immortal officials in Jiuzhongtian who are not easily affected by this, but Jiang Yuluo, he is the second generation of purebred officials from the underworld, what exactly does he want?"

"Bridge" is a major event that affects the Three Realms. Even Meng Zhoulian, who doesn't pay attention to anything, takes this matter very seriously. Zhong Ye doesn't know whether he made a prophecy or what, Meng Zhoulian's attitude towards Jiuchongtian has always been Very bad, it seems that the group of fairy officials on the other side of the bridge are all uneasy and kind.

"I... don't know him."

Zhong Ye was silent for a while, and could only say three words that he didn't understand.

"Didn't you hang out together in Mohai Hall for so long?"

"At that time, he... all he wanted was eating, drinking, playing and sleeping, and there was no way he could have any sinister intentions. But after the judge exam, I never knew him better."

Zhong Ye lowered his eyes to stare at the reflection in the tea bowl. He always thought that he knew Jiang Yuluo, but until today, he realized that he could be described as ignorant of Jiang Yuluo.

He didn't know what kind of festival Jiang Yuluo had with his father in Chen Mo Hell, and he didn't know why Jiang Yuluo suddenly changed his habits, from a simple person who blinked like a deer in Mo Haitang to killing ghosts without blinking. The sycophant doesn't even know why Jiang Yuluo has anything to do with "The Bridge".

But what is certain is that any of Jiang Yuluo's touch, whether it is in his own hands or in Meng Zhoulian's hands, is a taboo that should be killed.

"It's so annoying. I thought I would be able to retire until I was free, but all you bastards are causing me trouble. If you dare to steal from me, when Jiang Yuluo returns to the Palace of the King of Hades, I will break it." his hand."

Meng Zhoulian didn't expect to get any objective news from Zhong Ye's mouth, he stretched his waist and complained, "Sometimes I really want to give myself a bowl of soup, a bowl of soup on the Naihe Bridge, and forget the worries and sorrows earlier." Injury. How about you help me think of an excuse, let me wait a while to deal with the old Yama's cross-examination, when it comes to the issue of the 'bridge', he will definitely be terrified and chatter endlessly."

"Before I came here, I set up a barrier in the bamboo forest. His Highness, King of the Underworld, should not be aware of any problems with the 'bridge'."

"Really? Is there such a good thing? Xiaoyeye, you are really my caring little padded jacket, and you are indeed the most trustworthy man in the underworld—"

Meng Zhoulian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he didn't need to explain to the old Hades. With a bright and translucent look, "You are not here to accompany your newlywed wife well, what are you doing here with me? Got into a fight? Go back to your mother's house?"

"It's no big deal,"

Originally wanted to ask Meng Zhoulian about Chen Mo Hell, but Zhong Ye glanced at the "bridge" outside the rear window invisibly, changed his mind, and said nonsense,

"The book you gave me last time said that only by taking good care of the other party can the effectiveness of the curse be guaranteed, but..."

"Do you feel that you can't hit, you can't scold, you can't talk, Jiang Yuluo, who has lost his memory, is even worse than before, right?"

Meng Zhoulian looked clear, smiled lovingly and patted Zhong Ye's shoulder, "Do you know that 'kissing' is a different concept for human beings than it is for us? Kissing is a way of expressing love to those who love each other, but for human beings who have cursed marriage, 'kissing' is the shackles of punishment."

"……What's the meaning?"

Since he was fooled by Meng Zhoulian since he was a child, Zhong Ye rarely doubted his statement, but this, this is...too weird?

"If you don't believe me, go grab Xiao Jiang and sentence him to kiss him now,"

Meng Zhoulian didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, and continued to add fuel and vinegar as if he was afraid that the fire wasn't hot enough,

"He will definitely be sweating, his face will be red, his pupils will be dilated, and his speech will be slurred, just like he was poisoned by hellfire at that time. This is punishment for him, understand? Only you who have the curse of marriage with him Only then is the punishment eligible to be lowered."

"Is it really……?"

Zhong Ye fell into deep confusion. He once again felt that human beings are really a profound and unpredictable race.

"Can your little uncle harm you? Listen to me. Next time you two quarrel, you can kiss him. If he is disobedient, you can kiss him. The kiss is over. You, you haven't fully integrated into human culture yet. "

"But that's Jiang Yuluo..."

"Why, don't you want to see Jiang Juan being tortured?"

Meng Zhoulian raised his lips and laughed, dipped two drops of tea in the teacup with his finger and put it on the table. With the completion of a spell, the "fog" leading to the world was opened by him with his bare hands. He pushed Zhong Ye and urged: ,

"Go back quickly, there are many dangers in the world. If Jiang Yuluo dies in the world, I won't be able to find my pier. At that time, besides the old Hades, I will also give you two fists."

"Little uncle, I..."

"If you're a man, don't be silly!"

With Meng Zhoulian's strong push, Zhong Ye's voice and the mist merged into a vague echo. As the mist gradually dissipated, Meng Zhoulian choked out a big mouthful of hot blood again. He wiped it with the back of his hand, but the tip of his nose His face and chin were already covered with blood, as thick as old jade ink, which became darker with rubbing.

"Can't you let us go, Nine Heavens?"

Scarlet blood dripped down the table and landed on his shirt painted with white plums, it was dazzlingly red.

When Zhong Ye returned home, the warm white morning light had just dyed half of the sky, and the blue-gray clouds like crab shells cast mottled shadows, just shrouding the sleeping Jiang Yuluo in the shadows.

"I hate..."

Jiang Yuluo muttered softly, "Working overtime."

He turned over with the pillow in his arms, and rolled onto the half of the bed that was drenched in the morning light. The sun's crumbs fell all over his body, and he didn't have any resemblance to the tongue-twisting vicious person in the Weasel's mouth.

"Jiang Yuluo, wake up, it's time to get up."

Zhong Ye went up to pat him, but this guy buried his head in Zhong Ye's palm in order to avoid getting up,

"I don't want to go to work... Phew..."

"If you don't get up again, I will lift the quilt."

Zhong Ye threatened, and after confirming that Jiang Yuluo was still asleep, he quietly pinched his neck.

Jiang Yuluo when he was sleeping was very much like the slob who sat next to him and slept soundly all day long in Mohai Hall, he didn't have the slightest intention of harming others.

But he just put on this innocent and pure appearance, slandered the old Hades, stole bridge piers from Meng Po, and deceived Zhong Ye again and again, even when he faced Zhong Jiyang in Chen Mo Hell, he was like a human animal Harmless look.

Killing Jiang Yuluo at this time was the most correct choice for both him and the entire underworld. Zhong Ye slightly closed his eyes.

"Jiang Yuluo, I trust you again."

His voice was so low that even Jiang Yuluo, who was close at hand, could hardly hear his decision clearly.

"You must not let me find out anything."

Zhong Ye let go of his hand, and gently closed Jiang Yuluo's door. He looked down at the hand that was pinching Jiang Yuluo's neck just now. He was obviously such a slender person, how could he become able to hold Jiang Yuluo's neck overnight? Why did the demon god of force suppressing hell turn into that sluggish and treacherous look.

When the door closed with a click, Jiang Yuluo on the bed opened his eyes suddenly. He touched his neck lightly, without leaving any pinch marks, but he did feel the turbulence lurking beneath the calm at a certain moment Killing intent, Zhong Ye... wants to kill himself?

At the same time, Gundam who just woke up ran into Zhong Ye who was leaning against Jiang Yuluo's door staring at the palm of his hand in a daze. She gradually got used to Zhong Ye's existence and knew that Zhong Ye was not hostile to them, so she was not as afraid as before.

"Good morning, Boss Zhong,"

Gao Da wanted to enter Jiang Yuluo's room, but Zhong Ye blocked the door. Although the four residents in the room could go through the wall except the owner Jiang Yuluo, Jiang Yuluo gave them a clear rule that they must go through the door when they are at home. wear slippers.

"It's time for me to wake Jiang Yuluo up, or else, can I trouble you today?"

"boom--"

Before Gao Da finished speaking, Zhong Ye suddenly thought of something, turned around and entered Jiang Yuluo's room with a snort, and closed the door firmly.

Jiang Yuluo in the room was still in the fear of being choked. He was leaning on the bed and thinking about what happened. He saw that the particularly gloomy Zhong Ye turned back this morning, and immediately tensed his toes in fright. .

"Zhong, Zhong Ye, why are you here?"

Zhong Ye didn't reply to his words, but took off his slippers and stepped on the bed, knelt on the bed and pinned Jiang Yuluo in the corner. He indiscriminately imposed Chen Mo's punishment on his father, such a heinous crime, even if he didn't kill him, he should be punished severely.

"Zhong Ye? Talk to me, don't just stare at me, if you don't know what you're going to do..."

"Have you ever kissed?"

Zhong Ye stared at Jiang Yuluo fixedly.

"……what?"

Jiang Yuluo couldn't believe his ears for a moment.

"Can you kiss?"

Zhong Ye lowered his body, leaned against Jiang Yuluo's already red ear and asked again.