After being forced into an infinite stream, he slept with his nemesis

"Say... what are you talking about?" Mo Yuanbai's crisis was over, and the situation stabilized. Only then did Ye Qianluo feel the sweat on his forehead begin to ooze out. He took a step back and looked away guiltily.

Mo Yuanbai's peach blossom eyes must be staring at him like a falcon at this moment.

He knew it without looking up.

But he dared not look.

"How about...do a new self-introduction?" Mo Yuanbai looked around at the room where they lived as a studio. There were paintings all around, and there was an easel in the center, but there was no stool. He and Ye Qianluo could only stand facing each other. talking.

"I... I'm Ye Qianluo... You, you already know it... Is there anything else to introduce?" Ye Qianluo whispered.

It was as if the one who broke through the barrier with a gloomy cold air just now was another person, without the mighty aura of "hero saving the beauty" and "turning out of the sky" just now, and he had regained his cautious, cautious and unique attitude in the detective team. The captain looked ahead.

After saying this, the person on the other side didn't respond.

Alas, he knew that he couldn't be fooled... the opposite was endless!How clever and wise are the Yin spirits gathered by the spiritual energy between heaven and earth!

Ye Qianluo quickly raised his head and glanced at Mo Yuanbai, just in time to meet the scrutinizing gaze on the other side.

Mo Yuanbai narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and lightened his chin, there is still plenty of time, you continue to dance.

"I...I have nothing to say...My lord, I haven't harmed you since I came in, you...don't drive me away!" Ye Qianluo hurriedly begged for mercy.

It took him a lot of effort to find this body of human and soul, and he spent a hundred years planning this matter. If he is driven away now, he will not be reconciled!

"Purpose." Mo Yuanbai looked at Ye Qianluo's tangled expression, and said two words lightly.

The criminal interrogator never talks nonsense.

This small studio became an interrogation room.

Facing the Ghost King Wuxiu who had recovered some memory, Ye Qianluo felt as if his heart was tightly held by a hand.

Success or failure is here!

Either hug the beauty back, or... go back to the Nether Palace and be repaired by his father!

"For you!" The little prince of the Nether, who regarded death as home, resolutely spoke out the purpose of his trip.

"They... too." Mo Yuanbai raised one hand, palm up, pointing to a painting beside him.

The painting showed a towering tree standing between the sky and the earth, and hanging on the top of the tree was the skull wind chime that was smashed by Ye Qianluo's shot just now.

It's just that bright red flowers grow on the white skull wind chimes in the painting, which is very poignant and beautiful when covered in white.

Campanula.

Is this the ghosts' way of welcoming back their former king?

"No! I'm different from them!" Ye Qianluo stared at the bunch of wind chimes and hurriedly explained.

"Of course it's different. You're a deadly enemy." Seeing Ye Qianluo explain anxiously, the corners of Mo Yuanbai's lips rose, teasing him in a good mood.

"But... I..." I love you!

Ye Qianluo didn't dare to say the following words, his eyeballs rolled in his eyes several times, and he hadn't figured out how to convince the ghost king that there was a person from the hostile camp that sealed him, who sincerely wanted to help him break the seal .

"Does your dad know?" Mo Yuanbai raised his hand to check the time, half an hour had passed.

In the Netherworld Palace battle where he was sealed back then, one against ten, this kid was still a child, and his teeth hadn't even changed.

Now, it has grown so big.

300 years, like a fleeting moment, he has been in the system for so long without knowing it.

"Didn't dare to tell him..." In front of her husband, Ye Qianluo was a little bit resentful like a child who acted coquettishly and complained.

In front of him was the man he had fallen in love with since he was a child, and behind him was his majestic father.

"Oh, rebellious child. You go home!" Mo Yuanbai raised his eyebrows slightly, intending to end the conversation.

He regarded the little prince who came out of the rival camp in front of him as a second-year middle school boy who ran away from home. Maybe he wanted to see how the ghost king Wuxiu was tortured in the system for a while?

For the traditional ghosts who are bound by the Nether Temple, the Ghost King Wuxiu is the embodiment of freedom.

Follow Wuxiu, that will be a happy day like the wind in the heaven and earth from now on, no reincarnation, no respect for cause and effect, love whoever you want, kill whoever you want, as long as you obey the call of the ghost king and follow the law of the ghost king, you will be happy. Can avoid the hunt of Hades.

Who doesn't yearn for this?

Therefore, the Ghost King's subordinates gathered more and more, and more ghosts escaped from the Hades and went to Wuxiu's subordinates, and lived a happy and distant life in Wuxiu's realm.

Prince Nether, of course he yearns for it too, right?

Mo Yuanbai chuckled lightly, wanting to drive this naughty big boy home.

The child is not sensible, but there are adults in his family.

That grown-up is really scary.

"No! I won't leave!" Ye Qianluo didn't care about his shyness when he heard that he was about to be driven back.

For love, he can give up everything, including the identity of the little prince of Nether.

Of course, if you can give up.

"This string of wind chimes...is not mine." After a long time, Mo Yuanbai said quietly.

He gently tore open the hem of his shirt, and when he saw the seal of the word "Ming" came back again.

"I... know." Ye Qianluo's eyes were fixed on Mo Yuanbai's open chest.

A section of fair neck grabbed his attention, he swallowed, and then managed to focus on the word "Ming" on Mo Yuanbai's chest.

"Some people want me to go back, so naturally some people don't want me to go back. Guess who doesn't want me to go back?" Mo Yuanbai looked down at his seal, then covered it, raised his head, and saw someone swallowing Drooling, eyes glued to his chest.

"The Nether Palace." Ye Qianluo said.

It goes without saying that the one who doesn't want the ghost king to go back is naturally his orthodox Lord of the Underworld, the Lord of the Underworld, Ye Xiuchen.

Since ancient times, there has been no balance between good and evil.

If his father represents the decent ghosts, then Ghost King Wuxiu represents the evil ghosts.

"Your father...how many princes does he have?" Mo Yuanbai's forehead felt a bit painful.

He clearly had a feeling of looking after the bear for his deadly enemy.

"One." Ye Qianluo said weakly.

Ye Xiuchen had this only son when he was a thousand years old. He was afraid of melting in his mouth and breaking in his hands. All the treasures in the world, as long as his son wanted it, he would do everything he could to give it to him. to hand.

"There are still 3 minutes. Tell me about the tooth marks on the back of my hand." Mo Yuanbai raised his hand to look at his watch, then with his palm down, he stretched the back of his hand not far from Ye Qianluo.

Ye Qianluo glanced carefully, and stopped talking.

what did you say?

It's better not to admit it, unless Mo Yuanbai thinks of it himself to settle the score with him.

"That... I don't know what's going on..." Ye Qianluo lied firmly, but he didn't dare to look at those sharp eyes.

Those eyes have the power to hide all lies.

"During the battle in the Nether Palace, a child rushed into the shadow of swords, guns and arrows and approached me. I thought it was a child's soul that had slipped out from somewhere, so I paused for a moment and glanced at him. How could I attack a child? I didn't expect The child took advantage of my unpreparedness and rushed over and bit the back of my hand. I wanted to kick him away, but I was moved with compassion. I was still such a young child... During this hesitation, I was caught by Ye Xiuchen's magic weapon Hit the shoulder, and finally led to being sealed here." This memory is the scene that Mo Yuanbai pieced together after grabbing the past fragments in his mind countless times.

"This child... is you, right?" Mo Yuanbai had seen Ye Qianluo's gaze on the back of his hand countless times.

Combined with the scuffle scene in his mind, he could guess the pair of children's eyes that came to mind for the first time.

It is impossible for a child's soul to get close to the Nether War. The only one who can get close is Ye Xiuchen's precious son who has cultivated for thousands of years.

Ye Qianluo: "..."

Facing a master criminal investigator, he had no choice but to deny it.

The tooth marks left on the back of Mo Yuanbai's hand are evidence, and he has no choice but to deny it.

"Why did you... bite me." After 300 years, Mo Yuanbai was still a little annoyed when he thought of his soft heart at that moment.

The ruthless ghost king, Wuxiu, unexpectedly refuses to do anything to a little ghost.

Maybe those raised eyes are too pure?

It can evoke the pure land in anyone's heart, even the ghost king Wuxiu is no exception.

The soft heart at that moment caused him to be sealed into the system, endlessly solving cases, adjudicating cases, redressing injustices, and redressing crimes, and maintaining the cycle of heaven and reincarnation and good karma.

And all of this used to be the thing he hated the most.

The so-called orthodox order of the underworld.

"I..." Ye Qianluo couldn't answer.

At that time, I was still young.

He was protected too well since he was a child, and his father's love was like a shackle, tightly trapping him when he was young, but he yearned for the wind-like freedom like Ghost King Wuxiu.

It is said that if you drink the blood of the ghost king Wuxiu, you can have free and unrestrained blood like him, and you don't have to be stuck at home anymore.

However, when he bit Wuxiu's back and looked up, he saw a trace of pity in Wuxiu's killing eyes.

The ghost king didn't get rid of him, because he was surrounded by weapons and traps that could be touched.

The ghost king hesitated.

While the ghost king was hesitating, Ye Qianluo's mouth, which was missing a front tooth, bit the back of his hand tightly, the tip of the tooth pierced the skin on the back of the hand, and a bloody smell filled Ye Qianluo's mouth.

He sucked the endless blood of the legendary ghost king.

Ye Qianluo licked his lips and left contentedly.

Seeing that his little boy was almost crushed to death by the ghost king Wuxiu, Ye Xiuchen, who didn't dare to vent his anger, took the opportunity to release the magic weapon and hit the ghost king.

"Ah Luo! You are dying!" Ye Xiuchen yelled, the world changed color, and the net of heaven and earth immediately surrounded Wuxiu tightly.

The kings of Hades from all ten temples went into battle together, and each exerted their mana to fix Wuxiu firmly.

Ye Qianluo turned his head, only to see Wuxiu being drawn in by the magic weapon little by little in the end, he saw the astonishment in Wuxiu's eyes and a trace of annoyance.

The ghost king, who came and went as freely as the wind, was contained in a magic weapon the size of a plate.

Perhaps he drank Wuxiu's blood, and for 300 years, Wuxiu's shadow appeared in Ye Qianluo's mind all the time.

His peach blossom eyes, his tall and straight body, his legend, and the freedom he loves...every day for 300 years, Ye Qianluo, like a mortal star chaser, has been fascinated by the ghost king endlessly.

Day after day, year after year, endless blood flowed in his body, recalling Wuxiu's appearance in his mind, and listening to endless legends in his ears, he fell in love with this windy man.

I fell in love with his free and easy, his unruly, his killing, his only remaining mercy... and fell in love with the love that his father did not allow.

"Ink team!" "Ink team!" The shouts of colleagues came along with the sound of breaking the door.

The short half hour is over.

Mo Yuanbai and Ye Qianluo looked at each other, and they all looked towards the door.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-2615:26:13~2021-09-2711:08:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: giegie, you are so coquettish; one;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: giegie, you are so coquettish, 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard