The lover that gravity makes is wrong

"Hey, you're very courageous, kid."

When the executive officer of the ghosts and gods finished speaking, the faces of the crowd in the surrounding hell froze, and they moved back a few meters in unison, leaving the stage for the fight to the two men.

"That—Sanzijiang? Are you sure you don't want to stop it?"

King Yan Mo worriedly approached the red-haired girl, raised his hand to cover his lips and whispered,

"With the narrow-minded style of Mr. Ghost Lantern, he will definitely smash Mr. Zhongyuan into a small biscuit."

Maybe there will be a "slip of the hand" on the spot, and from then on, the labor force in hell will be happy.

"Huh? Why stop it?"

The ghost girl with red bean balls in her mouth raised her head and looked at King Yan Mo as if she didn't understand.

When the managers of hell approached to ask for foreign aid, a red-haired ghost messenger in the center of a certain storm was facing the 'battlefield', trying to pull out the white cloth bag of the ghost lamp, trying to dig out the real coming-of-age ceremony from inside.

No, she didn't believe that the gift was only a bunch of bean paste balls. Dad must have prepared other surprises!

——Then Sanzi took out the second string of red bean dumplings and a bottle of her favorite honey seasoning from the cloth bag.

Third son: "..."

"Don't worry, my lord."

The third son stared bitterly at the glutinous rice ball in his hand for a while, then stuffed it into his mouth resignedly, his right cheek swelled up due to chewing,

"Father is sensible, so he won't do anything to Mr. Chuya, who is a human being."

boom--!

Just a second after the red-haired girl finished speaking, a brown-haired figure was caught off guard by the ghost lamp.

It flew straight up and down tens of meters, smashed into the rock pile on the river bank, and exaggeratedly embedded a human figure on the surface of the stone.

"Also, don't look down on Mr. Ye, in fact, he is polite and warm-hearted, and respects his elders very much!"

"Also won the 'Best Citizen Award' in Yokohama!"

The red-haired ghost girl gave a thumbs up and said proudly to King Yan Mo.

At the same time, King Yan Mo, who was facing the battlefield, found that the best citizen of Yokohama, who was said to be polite and respectful to his elders, stood up from the rock pile unharmed.

After patting the dust off his hat, he raised his cobalt blue eyes and grinned at the attacking ghost lamp.

No matter how you look at that smile, it doesn't match up with a warm-hearted and kind-hearted person.

The red-haired young man stomped on the ground hard, and red supernatural powers lit up all over him.

The next moment, the black figure leaped high like a ferocious night owl, carrying a thousand times the gravity of the attack, like a nuclear bomb, it slammed into the ghost lamp!

The black-haired assistant officer didn't hide, he raised his mace to meet him head-on!

Bah!Bah!Bah!

The mace takes over the gravity, and it's easy to leave with one touch!

The huge impact caused the two to collide and quickly separated.

One slid backwards uncontrollably for a few meters, the black mace was heavily embedded in the ground, and after drawing a deep mark, it stopped due to the resistance of the weapon.

The other was thrown into the air by the momentum, and the broken stones were picked up by the mace, like high-speed bullets, spinning and rushing towards Zhongye in the Central Plains.

In mid-air, the ocher-haired mafia, who should have no focus on his body, relied on the floating gravity around him to cheat one after another, avoiding the 'high-speed bullets' from the ground, releasing the force of the impact, and falling On the bloody river of the Santu River.

The huge aftermath exploded at the position where the two collided, creating countless smoke and dust.

When the wind blew, there was a whirring sound, and all the faces of the people around were covered.

Everyone in hell: "..."

King Yan Mo: "..."

Among the ashen-faced crowd, only the red-haired girl with her back to the battlefield was holding a skewer of meatballs, waving her hands, smiling and showing her big white teeth,

"It's impossible, it's impossible to fight or something, Dad and Mr. Chuya are mature and reliable adult men, how could there be conflicts hahaha!"

The dusty King Yan Mo covered the dirt on his face, grabbed the red-haired girl's shoulders with both hands, and shook them vigorously.

"When you say this, you should look behind you, Sanzichan! Don't put weird filters on your eyes!"

Others can retreat under the guard of Yatengu police, but he cannot leave as a manager!

Must stay here!

King Yan Mo felt like he was about to suffocate.

He turned to seek help from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

As the most reliable and reliable guardian of children in hell, there must be a way to stop the melee ahead, right? !

If we don't do anything else, Santuchuan, a famous place in hell, will become a triple sore!

"Kito!"

King Yan Mo looked hopefully at the bald Ti, cough, it was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Then when he saw the other party's movements clearly, the expression of pleading for help on King Yan Mo's face disappeared, and the light of hope in his eyes suddenly shattered.

"...What are you doing?" King Yan Mo said indifferently.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, dressed in an old monk's robe, is holding a modern smartphone and pointing the camera at the assistant officers and mafia fighting in front of him.

That steady hand is like an anchor reporter who has experienced many battles in this world, and the picture is full of disobedience.

Hearing Yan Mo's question, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva turned his head with a smile and took the time to explain,

"I'm rebroadcasting a Tokusho hero education program for children. It's called 'If you don't practice well, you will be taught a lesson. The ghost and god assistant officer fights against the barbarian, the super-strong jailer by your side'."

"It's too long! Children can't understand such a long name!"

King Yan Mo has blue veins on his head,

"And you are a threat in disguise! You are the Bodhisattva of Earth Store! Don't use strange battle videos as a tool to scare children!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said solemnly, "Well, my lord, the times have changed, and we must keep pace with the times."

King Yan Mo: "&...(#@!"

When the poor manager of hell was so anxious that he vomited gibberish and fainted, Ah Xiang, who was the only one who stayed at the scene, thought for a while, and walked to the third son who was applying honey to the red bean balls, and stroked his cheek with one hand, seemingly unintentionally. asked,

"Sanzijiang, will you marry that little brother with red hair?"

"Huh? What strange things are you talking about, Miss Axiang?"

The third son shared a dumpling with Ah Xiang, without any hesitation, he simply replied,

"Of course not."

"——I am a ghost messenger. Although I am alive, I am basically dead! It is impossible to marry a living person, and the current district office and marriage law can't control hell."

"Such a simple logic, how could Dad and Mr. Zhongye not understand. Marriage proposal or something should just be a joke between Mr. Zhongye and Dad, hahaha."

The words of the red-haired ghost messenger are full of power,

At least the two men who were still fighting fiercely in mid-air stopped in unison when they heard it.

A certain brown-haired mafia didn't notice, and didn't dodge the oncoming mace.

The next moment, he was hammered into the ground again, and the violent impact caused the entire Santuchuan to shake unsteadily like an earthquake.

Ghost and God Assistant Officer VS Huangba Spit Gravity Envoy

Assistant officer wins.

King Yan Mo: "...well done, Ah Xiang! I didn't expect you to be the most reliable!"

The assistant of Zhonghe Hell smiles gently, hiding merit and fame deeply.

The crisis in Santuchuan has been resolved, but new problems have arisen in the Central Plains.

——About, how should he cross the barrier between humans and ghosts and get married successfully.

****

In the battle with a certain ghost and god assistant in hell, although it ended in being hammered into the center of the earth, the ocher-haired mafia was not all fruitless.

For example, he successfully brought the red-haired ghost girl back to the present world.

顺便一提，在发现了自家老父亲把恋人暴揍了一顿后，三子意外地睁大了眼睛。

She glanced at the unscathed ghost assistant officer on the left, and turned around to help the Central Plains who had fallen into the center of the earth.

After confirming that the other party only suffered some superficial injuries, the third son suddenly touched his chin, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Three sons?"

Central Plains also suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, in the next second, he watched the red-haired girl stuff the remaining half of the red bean dumpling into his hand, and said with a serious expression,

"Don't be afraid, Teacher Chuya! I'll help you find your place right now!"

"No, that's not..."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also only spoke halfway, and then he watched the third son rushing to the Ghost Assistant Officer like a son who let go of his hand, and grabbed his pocket with his right hand——

He took out his notepad and automatic pencil, looked up at the ghost lamp with bright eyes,

"Dad, Dad! Where is Chuya-sensei's weakness? I also want to hammer him, cough, no, I mean, I also want to become stronger!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Then the Zhefa Mafia was at the scene, observing a process in which Yan Mo's first assistant officer, Mr. Ghost Lamp, personally acted as a lecturer, and gave a small lesson to his stupid daughter.

The course analyzes in detail the law of the gravity user's moves, the weak points of subtle details, and the one, two, three methods against gravity.

I have to say that he is worthy of being an assistant ghost and god, and his eyes are quite ruthless.

"Well, let's just pay the tuition fee. Ghost Lantern's teaching courses are quite rare."

King Yan Mo patted Chuya Nakahara on the shoulder sympathetically, and comforted him,

"Being considered by Sanzijiang as a competitor in force is another kind of obsession she has with you, Mr. Zhongyuan, don'tmind!"

He understands the truth, but why is he feeling a little sad for no reason?

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the third son who turned his head with glowing eyes, and almost wrote the four characters "cut off the horse" on his face. He was silent for a moment, and smiled helplessly while holding his forehead.

"Okay, third son."

The ochre-haired mafia stretched out its hand towards the girl, with its five fingers slightly bent and the palm facing up, patiently waiting for the other party to take the initiative to hold it,

"I'm waiting for the day when you hammer me into the center of the earth."

"But now—"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the third son, with a smile in his cobalt blue pupils,

"Master Ghost Escort, can I trouble you to take me home, it's almost dawn in this world."

Perhaps infected by the mafia's smile, the third son couldn't help laughing.

She put away the pen and paper in her hand, and subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to grab Nakahara Chuya's palm, but she stopped suddenly.

Like some kind of sudden and wonderful inspiration, the third son looked back at the old ghost father.

So Ghost Lamp took back the mace.

In the river wind blowing by the Santu River and the sound of calm flowing water, he led the red-haired girl across the land of Huangquan.

Under the watchful eyes of King Yan Mo and Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, he put the hand of the third son into Zhongye's open palm in Zhongyuan.

The black-haired assistant raised his hand and stroked his daughter's head,

"Go, third son, go early and come back early."

"Oh!" The red-haired ghost girl bent her eyes, stood on her tiptoes, and rubbed her head against the ghost lamp's palm.

"I'm going out, Dad."

The young lovers gradually walked away, and the shadows behind them were elongated by the light of Huang Quan, and slowly overlapped together.

In the quiet air, there were occasional conversations and laughter, but they disappeared soon.

Gui Deng stood quietly in place, with his head slightly lowered, not knowing what he was thinking, but there was an inexplicable sense of loneliness from his back.

King Yan Mo couldn't help but stepped forward, patted the assistant officer's thin shoulder with his big palm, and let out a sigh of passing people,

"This is how you feel when you marry your daughter... Don't be sad, Mr. Ghost Lantern, I understand, I understand... Huh?!"

The manager of hell nodded, hesitantly squinted at the expression on the assistant officer's face, and then froze in place, showing a puzzled look that could not understand the development of the situation.

"What are you doing, Mr. Ghost Lantern?"

"Calculating the maintenance costs of the Sanzu River, the medical expenses of the Yatengu police and the prison guards of the Enma Hall, ah, and the mental damage and condolences of Oborosha—"

The ghosts and gods assisted the official to follow the dragon and snake, and fluently listed the next line of expenses in the small notebook that he carried, and finally came up with a rather exaggerated figure.

"Ah."

The black-haired assistant officer stared at the eight-figure amount, tapped the pen tip on the notebook, and slowly revealed the signature eyes of a whale-headed crane.

King Yan Mo on the side shuddered silently.

Mr. Zhongyuan, before getting married, you should save money first.

……

…………

"Ahh-!"

In the modern apartment, Nakahara Chuya, who was shirtless and sitting on the sofa, suddenly sneezed.

"Huh? Could it be a cold?"

The third son stopped applying the medicine, put down the cotton swab in his hand, and put the sticker on the Mafia's forehead with the back of his hand. The temperature was normal.

But just in case, the red-haired girl raised the indoor temperature by two degrees.

Although the wound looked scary, in fact, a certain ghost assistant restrained his strength when he struck. Compared with the bruises from the beating on his body, most of the scars were concentrated on Zhongya Zhongya's face.

It's a perfect reproduction, what is meant by 'slapping people in the face'.

Although it is far from the degree of disfigurement, but...

The red-haired girl looked at the ocher-haired mafia on her face like a palette after applying the medicine, and couldn't hold back a "puchi" and laughed.

Although it's not very good to think so, this is the first time Sanzi has seen Zhong Yuanzhong look so embarrassed.

Honestly, a bit of a novelty.

"I said you bastard—"

Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth and looked at his lover who was trembling with laughter, and was about to speak when suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

Immediately, he took a look at the mirror in the medicine box under the eyes of the red-haired girl who said "it's not good, I'm about to be exposed"——

The clean mirror surface faithfully reflected the handsome eyebrows and eyes of the red-haired Mafia, as well as——

The graffiti on the circles on both sides of the eye sockets, and the cat's whiskers on the left and right cheeks with red syrup.

Not to mention, still, quite handsome.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a few seconds, put down the mirror, and looked at the instigator without saying a word.

Probably feeling the gradually kind eyes of his lover, the third son accepted it honestly, pulled a wet towel, tried to suppress a smile, and wiped off the excess graffiti on Zhongye's face bit by bit.

The soft non-woven cloth gently wiped the cheeks of the ochre-haired mafia, and because of the medicine, the two were very close.

The red-haired girl could almost feel the warm breath of Zhongyuan Zhongye spraying evenly on the back of her hand and wrapping around her fingertips.

Together with the slightly cool air-conditioning wind, it formed a sharp contrast and aroused a slight shudder in my heart.

Inexplicably, Sanzi suddenly felt that the air in the room was a little hot.

She swallowed, and subconsciously wanted to back away, but her eyes unexpectedly met the gaze of her lover with red hair.

Nakahara also lowered his eyelashes, and his pupils were entwined with a cobalt blue as rich and intense as spirits under the light of the apartment.

The palms were not touched, the tip of the nose was not approached, and the weak spot at the back of the neck was not grasped.

It's just such a calm look at each other, eyes full of concentration and possessiveness, and warm breath, but the third son has an illusion of being trapped by a black beast.

The invisible enthusiasm floated in the air, like a spider web rope, spreading along the skin to the limbs, firmly fixing the girl in place.

"Third son."

The black beast leaned over, and when it leaned over, there was a slight friction sound from the leather sofa.

"Third son."

Amidst the rustling of clothes, the ferocious beast wrapped its arms around the girl's waist, actively pulling the distance between them closer.

"Third son."

The sound of sighing echoed in the ear, and the fingers wearing black gloves were entangled in the hair of the red-haired ghost, and the pulps of five fingers slightly pressed the girl into his arms.

The skin is close to each other, and the hands and feet are touching, without leaving a gap for each other.

The third son turned his face sideways, with his cheek pressed against Zhongyuan Zhongye's chest.

So she heard, the mafia beats and beats, the lingering, frightening heartbeat.

The red-haired girl was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly came to her senses.

She opened her arms to accept the hug, which was too out of bounds.

The girl's warm lips were attached to Zhongye's heart, and the breath passed through the skin and bones, clinging to the blood and flesh, and with every heartbeat, it was transmitted into the heart of the black beast.

"I'm here, Teacher Chuya."

"I didn't reincarnate, I'm here."

Afterwards, out of curiosity, Sanzi still couldn't help asking Nakahara Chuya, what would the other party do if she really chose to reincarnate.

"Ah, is it possible that Mr. Chuya wants to look for the reincarnation of his lover like the protagonist in "Dog X Fork", and then one day, the villain will resurrect his lover's bones with clay, and he will be caught between the lover in the previous life and Forrest Gump in this life. , a wonderful Shura field!"

The more the red-haired girl talked, the more divergent her thinking became, and she was too substituting, so that she accidentally showed Zhong Yuanzhong the look of a scumbag.

"What a mess you are!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also curled up his fingers, and tapped on Sanzi's forehead with one flick,

"Don't think that I don't know that you are using me for information!"

"Also 'Forrest Gump', that's obviously the name you 'take' now, right? Don't use the names of other inspirational movie protagonists without authorization!"

The ocher-haired mafia said angrily.

"Tch." The third son who had been exposed covered his forehead and let out a small snort.

but--

Yeah, if this idiot is really reincarnated...

Zhongyuan Zhong also quietly watched the lover with a puffy face and a vivid expression. After a long time, he said abruptly,

"I probably won't do anything."

"--Eh?"

The third son was stunned, and looked at Chuya Zhongyuan unexpectedly.

Nakahara Chuya lowered his head and branded a kiss on the corner of the red-haired girl's eyes,

"After reincarnation, you have a new name, a different personality, and completely different memories... She is not you, but a stranger with a face exactly like yours."

"That is her life, and it has nothing to do with mine."

The red-haired ghost errand frowned: "But Mr. Chuya, in this case, you—"

"I'll hold."

The ocher-haired mafia pressed his forehead against the red-haired girl's eyebrows, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the bridge of the third son's nose,

"Just like Mr. Ghost Lantern and others, I will be in hell, waiting for you to come back."

It's just that at that time, he doesn't care whether the girl has formed any new fate.

Those who get in the way, he will get rid of them one by one.

The black beast confides the dangerous truth in its heart, but on the surface, it still looks like a good man.

"Teacher Chuya..."

The third son grabbed Nakahara Chuya's shirt with tears in his eyes, and made a sound of choking on glass shards,

"In this case, isn't Ah Zhong too miserable! Not only will you end up alone, but you will also be alone in hell eating dry steamed buns, you are so miserable! Ah Zhong——!"

Nakahara Chuya: "...I told you not to make up the plot of the manga without authorization! And what about the name Ah Zhong! Isn't it too ugly?!"

"Yes, but you reminded me."

The mafia who loudly complained about the plot of a ghost girl manga gave a thoughtful look,

"Speaking of which, Sanzi, since you died once, do you still remember where your body was buried?"

The third son looked confused: "Huh? A corpse?"

"It suddenly occurred to me that there seems to be a custom of marrying yin relatives at the flower planter's house. If you get your ashes, it's not impossible..."

"..."

"Teacher Chuya, be normal. I'm a little scared when you're like this."

Would a normal person think of getting married with ashes?

The third son hesitated to speak, always felt that if she didn't stop her, maybe one day, her powerful mafia lover would really go to collect her ashes from hundreds of years ago.

"Give up, Teacher Chuya."

The three sons and one jio stomped out the germ of a mafia crime,

"I'm a combination of human and will-o'-the-wisps, so there's no such thing as leaving a corpse."

Rather, it would be strange to turn into a ghost clan and still leave a corpse behind!

"Tsk, is it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked his tongue, showing a regretful expression.

After the oolong incident of reincarnation, a certain mafia has never clearly realized that he must use a method that is more in line with universal values, or in other words, the system recognized by Huang Quan, to include the red-haired ghost in his own in life.

And marriage is obviously the best way.

After all, even hell has to admit the value of this 'contract'.

and so--

How to solve the problem of marriage?

Zhong Yuanzhong also stroked the third son's hair, thoughtfully.

However, to his surprise, this problem was unexpectedly resolved in a certain Yokohama crisis not long after.

In a way he hadn't expected.