I ran away after slacking my apprentice

The door of the main hall was tightly closed, and guards lined up on both sides, all of them holding weapons and looking solemn, their posture couldn't be more solemn.

The ghost messenger who came to report was startled by that posture, the hand holding the tray froze in place, and countless questions popped up in his heart.

Pluto has a bad temper and kills people at every turn. This is a fact known to the entire underworld, but it is true. Prepare for emergencies.

It was the first time that the gate of the temple was closed like today.

And...the door of the palace is closed, why was Master Qingyu kicked out?

The ghost guard carefully looked at Qing Yu who was standing with the guards at the entrance of the hall, and asked timidly, "Master Qing Yu, is your majesty not seeing any guests today?"

Qing Yu didn't even look at the ghost, and replied indifferently: "I don't know."

I really don't know, after all, the gate of the palace has been closed since Ning slightly entered the palace, and it has been three full days now.

During those three days, an enchantment was placed in the hall, which cut off all the sounds in the hall.

No one knew what Pluto did during those three days, and no one dared to disturb the palace.

Qing Yu's reply made Gui Chai feel stuck, holding the tray tightly, only to feel that the object on the tray covered with white cloth was as heavy as a thousand catties.

To be honest, it wasn't that he insisted on meeting Pluto, but the things placed in this tray were the things that Pluto personally ordered and said he would send.

It is said that in the past, Pluto imprisoned a prisoner at the bottom of hell.

The lowest floor of hell has been vacant for many years. As soon as it was opened, a felon was imprisoned.

However, I don't know where the felon who was imprisoned offended Pluto. Since that person entered hell, he has been very miserable. Pluto personally ordered that an object should be cut off from that person every once in a while.

Starting from the feet, first the toes, then the fingers, up to now, the eyeballs of that person have been gouged out.

Although the man has become a ghost, the pain of cutting flesh is not deeply felt after all, but the long-term torture, coupled with the deep hostility at the bottom of hell, ghosts are the most unbearable. With all these pains superimposed, it can be said that life is worse than death .

"Then..." The ghost officer forcefully squeezed out a smile, looked at Qing Yu, and said again: "Master Qing Yu, can you pass it on to my subordinates?"

At this time, others would not dare to disturb Hades, but Qingyu was different, after all, they were the guards of Hades, this person was personally selected by Hades, after all, he would not be moody because of this small communication.

Qing Yu heard that, in the end, Charity gave the ghost messenger a look, but he looked away after just one glance, and under the expectant eyes of the ghost messenger, Qing Yu took two steps to the side without haste.

With the indifferent appearance of asking you to rely on yourself, the ghost servant wished he could spit blood at him.

But... the things placed in this tray are the objects that Pluto wanted. If they were not delivered to Pluto today, then with Pluto's temper, he might snap himself in a fit of anger.

But if he voluntarily pushed the palace door open, he didn't know what would happen after the palace gate. If he saw something he shouldn't see, maybe Hades would still get angry and snap himself.

Both sides are dead, the ghost suddenly felt that ghost life was difficult, he glanced at Qingyu, and then looked again, after finally confirming that Qingyu didn't want to help him, he had to pluck up his courage, and pushed open the palace door like walking on thin ice.

The enchantment in the hall has been dissipated, but Pluto is not in the main seat.

If it is not in the main position, then it is in the inner hall...

The ghost messenger took a deep breath and continued to walk inside like walking on thin ice.

Finally, I saw Hades on the bed in the inner hall.

At this time, Pluto was sitting on the bed wearing only a robe, which was loosely draped, not as if he was seeing a guest.

And on the inside of the bed, there was a person lying behind Pluto, who was covered with the fine clothes that Pluto had taken off.

Half of the fine clothes hung down, exposing the man's naked neck, under which there were red marks all over...

The ghost guard didn't dare to look at it any more, handed over the tray respectfully, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, this object..."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Yan interrupted him with a wave of his hand, pointing to the jade table in front of him.

That probably meant that he didn't want to wake up the noble person lying on the bed.

The ghost messenger understood, put the tray on the jade case, and lifted the white cloth covering the tray.

Murong Yan silently glanced at the ghost guard, but he was in a good mood with that glance, and he didn't blame the ghost guard for entering the palace without a word.

The ghost guard secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that his life was saved today, he was about to continue to report, but the nobleman on the bed let out a soft "huh".

Still woke up.

Murong Yan's eyes were as cold as frost, and he gave Gui Chai a hard look.

The ghost messenger was immediately frightened and collapsed to the ground.

The fine clothes were ripped and moved a little on the bed.The person on the bed rubbed his forehead feebly, waking up exhausted.

Oh shit……

Ning Ji slightly moved his body with difficulty, only to feel a sore back and a pain in his back, and even the joints of his bones felt like a tired feeling of falling apart.

Three days!Three full days!

What punishment could be more torturous than this?Murong Yan is simply not human!

Oh yes, he is really not human!

Ning Ji tugged at the fancy dress covering his body slightly depressed, covering his whole face in the fancy dress, his eyes instantly plunged into endless darkness.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Murong Yan asked, his tone could be called gentle, and the ghost guard at the side was frightened again, as if several thunderbolts rolled down, knocking him out of his wits.

Who can tell him that Jun Shang was bewitched by someone today?How could Jun Shang, who has such a bad temper, still be so talkative?

Murong Yan waited for a while, seeing that Ning Ji didn't reply, he stretched out his hand and picked him up, put him in his arms, and used his spiritual power to massage Ning Ji slightly.

Ning squinted his eyes slightly, feeling a little sleepy, most of the tiredness disappeared after being rubbed like this, and when he was a little awake, he saw the suspended system in his mind.

The system has been turned on, and Ning Jiwei glanced at it. The protagonist's favorability has soared from single digits to three digits, and the exchange mall has changed from the original gray to bright colors, which is obviously operable.

By the way, Ning Jiwei remembered that the system said before that after the protagonist's favorability increases, he can exchange for the right to use the character freely.

Once the character can be used freely, Ning Jiwei no longer has to act according to the character of the original owner, but can do whatever he wants, according to his own ideas!

Ning Jiwei had had enough of these days of wearing the original owner's appearance and pretending to be ruthless, so he went into the exchange mall without hesitation, and exchanged all his intimacy for the right to use the character freely.

Ning Jiwei was immersed in the joy of being able to master the character, and never noticed that the moment the exchange was successful, Murong Yan's expression in front of him flashed uncontrollably.

Seeing that Pluto's mind was not on him at the moment, the paralyzed ghost messenger tried to move his legs and wanted to leave, but it was his movement that made a sound that attracted Ning Jiwei's thoughts.

no?Apart from him and Murong Yan, are there other people in this hall?

Didn't the other people in the hall see the scene where he was hugged and rubbed by Murong Yan just now?Fuck!I didn't even wear all my clothes!

When Ning Jiwei thought of this, he couldn't help turning his head. He wanted to confirm his thoughts, but when he turned his head, the first thing he saw was the jade table in front of him. There was a tray on top of the jade table. On the tray... there are two bloody eyeballs at this moment!

Fuck, trough, trough!What is this? !

Ning Jiwei was so frightened that his face turned pale, he couldn't care about anything, he broke away from Murong Yan's embrace and went to the bed, almost jumped over.

"Are you scared?" Murong Yan hugged him again, and pressed Ning Jiwei's head in his arms, blocking Ning Jiwei's sight.

Murong Yan patted Ning Jiwei's shoulder lightly, and poured spiritual power into Ning Jiwei's body. The spiritual power carried a certain calming power, comforted over and over again, and Ning Jiwei's mood finally stabilized a lot.

Murong Yan couldn't take care of the ghost messenger. Originally, at this time, anyone with a bit of vision would have run away in despair, but maybe it was because of this series of incidents that the ghost messenger was really frightened enough. At this moment, his mind suddenly corroded, and he remembered what the person imprisoned at the bottom of hell had said.

"Your...Your Majesty." The ghost guard said tremblingly.

Murong Yan was a little impatient, he didn't even give the ghost messenger a look, and said coldly: "What else is there?"

The ghost messenger was a little disobedient, "That... that person has something to bring to the king."

Hearing the person at the bottom of hell, Murong Yan's expression suddenly turned cold, almost to freezing point, he clenched Ning Jiwei's hand slightly, his eyes were extremely cold at that moment, "Say."

"That person said..." Guicha's teeth were chattering, but he still completely recounted the person's words.

"Not being able to love, not being able to stay together, is the worst suffering in the world."

Hearing that sentence, Murong Yan's hand froze instantly, but only for a moment, he withdrew his hand, let go of Ning Jiwei, and turned towards the ghost messenger.

Murong Yan's steps were heavy, with a strong sense of oppression, which made Ning Jiwei, who was beside him, feel a little out of breath.

Murong Yan lowered his eyes and looked down at the ghost messenger, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, but it was like the calm before the storm.

"Say what you said just now." Murong Yan's tone was very light.

The ghost messenger had never seen Pluto's peaceful appearance before, thinking that he had been forgiven, he spoke those words again very quickly.

But this time, Murong Yan was silent.

Murong Yan didn't speak, and stood there as if he was thinking about something, or remembering.

Under the breathless gaze of the ghost guard, Murong Yan suddenly raised his hand and picked up a jug of wine that had been placed on the jade table early in the morning.

The wine entered his throat for a moment, but Murong Yan let go of his hand when there was no more wine left, and with a crisp sound, the jug shattered into countless pieces.

Amidst the crackling sound, Murong Yan suddenly laughed wantonly.

The laughter was so crazy that the entire hall trembled, the spiritual power in the hall changed drastically, and the overwhelming spiritual power came oppressively.

"It's a good one to stay together!" Murong Yan said every word, biting the last word so hard that he almost yelled out. He raised his eyes at that moment, and with a sudden force with his fingertips, he lifted the ghost messenger up from the air. .

With both feet hanging in the air, the ghost guard said with difficulty: "Your Majesty...have mercy..."

Before the words finished, Murong Yan's fingertips gathered spiritual energy.

In an instant, the body of the ghost messenger was shattered into powder.

The author has something to say:

Did the cuties notice that Ah Yan wasn't surprised even if Xiao Ning returned to her own personality?For this reason, I leave such a question here, and I will reveal it to you later~~

Then, push my new pre-order, and those who are interested can take a look (although I don’t know why I like to open pre-order when I eat food, it’s probably addictive, woo woo woo)

---Advance Copywriting of "I'm Pregnant After Raiding Ice Cube Face"---

Changzhou and Qingyu met in Weishi.

When they first met, Chang Zhou felt that Qing Yu had a cold face all day long, he was clearly a little guard and was very indifferent, so boring.

Later on TOEFL, Chang Zhou became the God of the Upper Realm, and when he had nothing to do, he made a divination for himself, which was marriage, and the end of the marriage divination was just two words - Qingyu.

Changzhou: ...

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For the happiness of the rest of his life, Chang Zhou endured humiliation and prepared to attack this ice cube face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

At this time, Qing Yu has become the king of the underworld Pluto, controlling the life and death of mortals.

Facing Changzhou's initiative...

Changzhou gave gifts, but he walked away indifferently.

Chang Zhou kissed him, but he avoided him indifferently.

Chang Zhou took the initiative to go up... Ahem, there is no way to avoid this.

After flattering him again and again, Chang Zhou felt that he was about to lose the face of his god, but the ice-faced Pluto was still freezing cold.

Chang Zhou went crazy, fuck his mother's marriage, I quit!

But after leaving, Chang Zhou found that his belly was getting bigger day by day...

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small theater:

Qing Zhou, the son of Zun Shen and Pluto, has been cultivated since he was a child, and won at the starting line, often envied by his peers.

People of the same age were very curious about his father with a face made of ice cubes, and they always asked, "Will Pluto treat God well if he is so unreasonable?"

Qing Zhou: "I don't know if it's good..."

"But Father and Daddy often push me away when we are alone..."

"When I was young, I was thrown to the South China Sea to practice in order not to let me sleep in my father's bed. I was not yet a hundred years old at that time, and I couldn't even recognize the road..."

"Thank you, I didn't pick it up, I was born."