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

Wuxiu stepped out of the infinite flow system with someone in his arms, and found that he was in the lobby of the Nether Palace. The radiant golden jade cup on the hall was exactly the infinite criminal investigation system that had trapped him for 300 years.

"It's a big battle, just like back then." Wuxiu looked around the Netherworld Hall, the top ten Hades who were sealed back then were all holding magic weapons in their hands and waiting for the battle, but they just stared at him covetously, and no one dared to move.

The leader is Ye Xiuchen, the master of Nether Palace.

The time of 300 years is almost approaching. Some time ago, Jin Yuzhan was still so quiet, but an hour ago, it was shaking, and he knew that he would come back without any rest.

Originally, he had already sent someone to seal the ghost king in the system, and there was a high probability that there would be no mistakes, but his precious son was a variable.

Ghost King Wuxiu only left 300% of his abilities in the system. He kept adjudicating cases and advocating the justice of heaven, which made the Five Realms quiet for almost [-] years.

Now, the Great Demon King is back.

In particular, the person in the arms of the big devil fell asleep comfortably and undefended like a lazy cat. Ye Xiuchen clenched his fists, and his temples ached.

Back then, I tried my best, if Ye Qianluo hadn't popped up suddenly and bit Wuxiu, splitting the spirit of the ghost king, even if there were ten Hades now, even if there were another dozen, if he wanted to seal Wuxiu, he would have to fight for a year. In half a year, there may not be a chance of winning.

What goes around comes around.

Injustice is repaid.

It’s just that Wuxiu has been sealed for 300 years this time, and countless cases have been broken in the system. I don’t know if his xinxing has changed.

Ye Xiuchen stood calmly, staring at the person in Wuxiu's arms.

He didn't move, and the nine Hades behind him didn't dare to move.

They were afraid that if the King of Ghosts moved his little finger, people who did not have a thousand-year-old skill to protect his body in his arms would disappear in smoke, so he couldn't afford to bet.

"Wuxiu, give him to me." Ye Xiuchen couldn't bear it anymore, he restrained himself and said.

The other party has a hostage in his hand, so he can only be polite.

After Wuxiu got out of the system, he stood on the spot and adjusted his breath. The dark energy gathered on him from all directions. He was originally gathered by the ghosts of heaven and earth, which was his original power.

Today, everything returns.

However, there was an extra person in his arms, and there was an extra hope in his heart.

"Pluto, I will return you a complete prince, and there will be a period later." After Wuxiu breathed out, he felt that his strength had recovered, and he gently closed the person in his arms. Before Ye Xiuchen could agree, he disappeared on the spot.

There was silence in the Nether Palace, Ye Xiuchen stood up straight, his clenched fists loosened and clenched again, and his brows frowned.

"Master, are you leaving now? Little master, he..." Hades of the fifth hall couldn't bear the dead silence first, and asked.

Obviously he sealed back the seal that had been loosened endlessly, why did he completely undo it now?

Is it...

impossible?Did the little master really recruit Wuxiu?Can Wuxiu, a cancerous tumor of the Five Realms, be recruited?

However, after seeing Wuxiu regained his original power, he still carefully hugged the little master, as if holding a treasure in the world, tsk, the little master is amazing!

The scourge that his father couldn't solve, he solved with one move.

Seeing Ye Xiuchen's tightly knit brows, Wu Yan Wang comforted him, "Master, don't worry too much, little master is very powerful!"

"What an ass! He put himself in it! He even said she was his wife! Shame on me!" Ye Xiuchen, who had always been quiet, suddenly burst out with foul language, which startled the Five Kings of Hades.

Ye Xiuchen angrily turned his head and left, leaving the Nine Palaces of Hades looking at each other.

"It's so sour..." Ye Qianluo had a long dream. In the dream, he pressed his husband under his body, brewing sauce for a long time, until his husband repeatedly begged for mercy.

However, when he woke up from a daze, his waist was sore and limp, and his whole body seemed to be run over by a wheel.

He opened his eyes, and memories flooded his mind.

I go!No wonder it is said that dreams are the opposite!

It turned out that the one under him was him!

"Master, are you awake?" Why is this voice so familiar?

Ye Qianluo turned his head to look, and saw that Qianmian Luosha was standing beside the bed with his head bowed, and his anxiety was hidden in his fawning smile.

"Why are you?" Ye Qianluo tried to sit up with difficulty.

As soon as the buttocks were pushed hard, "Hiss!" It hurt!

It is said on the Internet that without foreplay, it is easy to hurt the body, as expected.

"Master, take a rest! Drink some Ganoderma lucidum soup!" Qianmian Luosha clumsily placed a pillow behind Ye Qianluo, so that he could use some strength to lift a bowl from the side of the bed and deliver it to Ye Qianluo. In front of Ye Qianluo.

"Where is this?" Ye Qianluo didn't take the bowl, in fact, he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his hand.

He looked around, and found that this was a strange room, low-key but luxurious, similar in style to the main hall of the Palace of Heartlessness.

"Wuxiu Palace. Master, there is no maid, you... you..." Qianmian Luosha held the bowl in his hand, embarrassed.

It turned out to be Wuxiujie.

Mo Yuanbai is really unblocked!

For this moment, he spent a thousand years of cold air.

Ye Qianluo suddenly relaxed, and his heart was relieved. The Ganoderma lucidum soup in front of him can restore his true energy.

The cold is gone, you can practice again, no matter how bad it is, act like a baby to his father, and lose another seven or eight hundred years to him.

But if the husband is gone, it's over.

Thinking of this, Ye Qianluo raised his limp hand to hold the bowl in front of him.

At this moment, a pair of big hands with well-defined joints stretched out and took the bowl from Qianmian Luosha.

Qianmian Luosha turned his head away, with a frightened expression on his face: "Ghost, ghost king, you... are back? You, didn't you go to the fairy world to beg Xuechan who regained his true energy? So, so soon?"

Wuxiu's ghostly aura had just gathered, and he stared blankly at Qianmian Luosha, before being overwhelmed by enormous power.

Get in the way!

Qianmian Luosha rolled his eyes, and quickly backed out, closing the door while saying: "Master, I'll go and clean up those sports cars you brought out of the system..." Then, he fled without a trace.

Just a joke, who dares to be the light bulb of the ghost king?

"Old... big? Old, old... Gong?" Ye Qianluo looked from the hands to the picturesque face of the owner of the hands, and called out tentatively.

It was this face that made him fall in love with the Ghost King at first sight.

There is also the pity and pity in the eyes of the ghost king that penetrates the common people, which makes him sink.

One thousand years at a glance.

"Ah."

"hiss--"

Wuxiu sat on the edge of the bed with the bowl in his hand, looked down at the soft-legged shrimp-like man who suddenly sat up excitedly after hearing his response, and then grinned vividly after tearing the wound on his body.

He slowly took out a palm-sized snow cicada from his arms, melted it into the bowl vigorously, stirred it with a spoon, and brought a spoonful to his mouth: "Open your mouth."

"Xue, Xuechan?" Ye Qianluo was stunned.

Xuechan is a medicine conceived by the aura of heaven and earth, but it is extremely rare, because it is a monster itself, and it has been cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years, and ordinary people cannot subdue it.

"En." Wuxiu only replied again, pushing the spoon forward, signaling Ye Qianluo to drink it quickly.

"It's, it's so precious! I..." Ye Qianluo licked his lips, a little embarrassed, but his heart was so sweet that it was about to melt.

His father, Ye Xiuchen, had never even drank Xuechan's medicinal soup, otherwise, with his father's cultivation level, he would definitely be able to destroy one person endlessly, it was impossible to just seal it.

"Drink. There are more." Afraid that the person in front of him would not believe it, Wuxiu put down the bowl, and took out a bunch of snow cicadas from his arms, big and small, all of which were white in color, and twisted them at his fingertips , is still alive.

Ye Qianluo: "..."

In order to make up for him, his husband wiped out Xuechan's lair?

Wuxiu still puts Xuechan in his arms, and there is a formation in his arms, which can just ensure that Xuechan is immortal and fresh.

Xuechan was so rare that he couldn't find it. He reckoned that if they caught all of them, they should be able to restore Ye Qianluo's thousand-year-old skills.

When he reached out to bring the bowl to feed, he saw Ye Qianluo quickly grabbed the bowl, holding the bowl in both hands, and poured down the soup in one gulp like drinking, a jet of black concoction flowed from his lips after drinking.

Wuxiu twitched his lips, and slowly stretched out his thumb to try to remove the medicinal juice on Ye Qianluo's lips, and leaned close to his ear and said, "I still have strength, it seems... I haven't worked hard yet?"

Ye Qianluo's struggling movement seemed to be drained of strength instantly, what was he trying to do?

He couldn't bear the ghost king to do the work of serving people that even Qianmian Luosha didn't know how to do, but he was regarded as having strength?

Wait, what are you trying to do?

Didn't wait for him to react.

He was lifted up and hugged into his arms.

Wuxiu hugged him tightly and whispered softly in his ear: "Ah Luo, I like you."

More than like.

Afraid to scare you, I will save it and tell you bit by bit later.

The person in his arms trembled and stretched out his arms to hug Wuxiu.

Tears silently dripped from Ye Qianluo's eyes and wet Wuxiu's shoulders.

"Ah Luo, I'm sorry for hurting you. Next time... I must... be more careful." Wuxiu gently stroked Ye Qianluo's soft hair, which he had long wanted to touch.

"Next time? No, just this time!"

Ye Qianluo raised his head suddenly, threw him down angrily with tears in his eyes, and bit down hard.

Wuxiu neither sided nor dodged, allowing Ye Qianluo to bite his lips, until there was a bloody smell between his lips and teeth, he pushed back, and the two changed positions.

"Let me...well..." Kiss you, love you.

Wuxiu said in a hoarse voice.

The sound of gently knocking on the door sounded outside the door, it was Teng Jiao urging him.

The people from the Ten Nether Temples had already arrived outside the gate of the Wuxiu Realm, and he...now he didn't want to see Ye Xiuchen at all.

Ghost Dragon scratched the door with his paws outside the door, but only heard a low panting sound inside the door.

Alas, he felt that everything had changed when the Lord came back from the system.

In the past, he was obviously a pure-hearted person?

The army of the Nether Palace was overwhelming, and everyone in the Wuxiu Realm was ready to fight, except for the two people in the room, no matter how severe the situation was outside, they became one.

"Go, inform He Yuxiao, the head of the Ghost Mountain School, to personally escort the dowry, and go to the lower realm to negotiate with Ye Xiuchen." Just as Ghost Dragon was about to scratch the door again, a new instruction from the master came from the door.

"Employment, betrothal gift? Yes, is... what?" The peerless and loyal servant Master Teng Jiao couldn't keep up with his master's brain circuit.

"Boom—" A token came out through the door and hit the ghost dragon's head. When the dragon claw grabbed it, it turned out to be a Wuxiu order to order Wuxiu Realm.

Once this order is given, the entire Wuxiu Realm will be given to the Nether Palace.

"Tell Nether King that he can retire, I don't mind marrying my wife... another stepmother... uh..." Wuxiu's voice was covered by a soft groan, and he didn't continue.

In Wuxiu Temple, there is no enchantment.

Ghost Dragon clearly heard the voice inside, and his old face blushed... Alas, the world is getting worse!

Poor young master Yuxiao, he has been thinking about the Lord for so many years!Nether Prince is a good means.

Teng Jiao sighed, grabbed the Wuxiu Ling, turned it into a golden light, and went towards the Ghost Mountain School.

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Next time I have a chance to write criminal investigation.

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