Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

After the unhappy dinner that day, He Qu had a few more days of leisure.

On this day, he came to the gate of hell.

It was extremely quiet in front of the ghost gate, except for the two guards in front of the gate who were as motionless as pines.

He Qu stood not far away and watched for a while before leaving. The news circulating in the underworld recently was indeed true, and the door to hell was closed.

He Qu wandered into a restaurant, sat down in the lobby, and paid attention to the conversations around him while waiting for the food.

"If this gate of hell is not opened, the world of the underworld will be in chaos."

"That's not necessarily the case. It is said that the new arrivals take another route."

"Another road? Is it to the south?"

"It's hard to tell. The higher-ups keep it a secret. It would be weird if we knew."

"..."

He Qu caught a word, south.

He picked up the tea cup and sipped it gently, lowered his eyes and thought. He had never been to the underworld, and he didn't know that there was a south side of the underworld.

There, can he find a way to leave the copy?

He Qu, who had been in the dungeon for more than ten days, had long since stopped thinking about completing the mission. According to him, getting words out of the Ghost King's mouth was even more difficult than climbing to the sky.

He didn't think that any ghost knew the reason why the Ghost King retreated behind the scenes. If there was, then the most likely person was Jing Chang who had been by the Ghost King's side, and it was even less likely that she would let him know.

The character you get after entering the dungeon is the ghost king's bride. The dungeon seems to know that only by becoming the closest person to the ghost king can you have the opportunity to pry into the secrets.

So what about Xu Zeyang's mission? Is it the same as his?

He Qu said "tsk" and decided to concentrate on cooking.

As soon as he picked up a piece of ribs, he was stopped by a sudden sound.

"He Qu, make a deal."

He Qu put the ribs into his mouth.

Xu Zeyang, who was ignored, tightened his jaw, "I have news that may interest you."

"You'd better disappear within three seconds." He Qu pointed at the door with his chopsticks, his eyes cold.

"Fuck, you think I'm willing to come to you to cooperate. Do you know that we are locked in a dungeon? If we can't get out, we will have to wait for death!"

Xu Zeyang placed his hands on both sides of He Qu's desk and stared at him intently.

He Qu was not surprised that he also knew how to leave the dungeon besides clearing the level normally. This was to test him.

He Qu's words were thorny: "Do you think there is any difference between us now and being dead?"

Xu Zeyang choked up, right? They skipped the death procedure and went directly to the underworld.

"It seems that you are very confident in the mission." Xu Zeyang straightened up, "But I think your ghost king's bride is just a decoration."

"It's really off-putting to see you." He Qu looked at the door and motioned for him to get lost.

"You!" Xu Zeyang gave him a hard look, tossed his sleeves and left.

After leaving the restaurant, Xu Zeyang regained his composure and headed straight for the sea of ​​​​stars.

Of course he didn't come to He Qu to cooperate, it was off-putting.

He Qu also realized their current situation. Maybe the next step would be to go south, and before that, he had to be one step ahead of him.

But when he stood at the south pier and saw the familiar figure, he couldn't help but curse. How did this person get in front of him when he was still eating?

In a private room of a teahouse in the south, two figures sat facing each other.

One of them is wearing a phthalo blue long dress, the close-fitting fabric outlines the graceful curves, a redwood hairpin decorated with agar beans holds up part of the hair, and the hanging part of the blue hair is placed on the white shoulders. She is facing the person opposite. Make tea and show your style in every move.

Another person in the tea room is wearing a jet black robe, with silver embroidery reflecting cold light under the light and shadow. His waist-length black hair is partially pulled up with a crown, revealing his full forehead and deep eyebrows. The man is concentrating with his eyes closed. Thick eyelashes drooped down from the lower eyes, and suddenly, the eyelashes trembled slightly.

The man opened his eyes and pulled up the sleeve of his right hand. The red line on his wrist was slightly glowing red.

Jing Chang noticed this action, and when she saw the red line, her hand that was pouring tea suddenly shook and spilled the tea out of the cup.

"Your Highness, you and your wife are married for three years?"

Three lives of silk, not only three lives of love, but eternal life.

If Your Highness really likes Madam, why do you neglect Madam?

Seeing her doubts, Cheng Yan smoothed his sleeves and said, "I also want to know."

Jing Chang was shocked. His Highness meant that these three raw silk threads appeared without His Highness's knowledge!

"Do I need my subordinates to investigate?" When she said this, countless conspiracy theories were already flashing through her mind.

Cheng Yan took a sip of tea and said, "No need."

He put down his tea cup and looked out the window at the busy traffic. What was He Qu doing in the south?

At that time, He Qu also felt the sensation coming from the red line, and immediately understood that Cheng Yan was nearby.

He tugged on the red thread irritably. This feeling of being watched by prying eyes was really fucked up.

Mingtian Lake.

A tall figure stood by the lake, the reflection on the water rippled, the lake was dark, and the calm water seemed to be surging with waves, which was frightening.

Hearing the sound of wind in his ears, He Qu put away his outward perception and turned his head to look at the person walking behind him.

"You shouldn't be here." Cheng Yan folded his hands on his chest and walked leisurely to stand one meter away from him.

“Not only am I coming, I’m going down.”

He Qu didn't want to say another word to him, so he pretended to jump down.

His hand was suddenly pulled back by a force, and he looked back at Cheng Yan's dark pupils, who stared at him and reiterated flatly: "You shouldn't have come."

He Qu was a rebellious person by nature, "Even if it's the eighteenth level of hell, I'm willing to go there."

Cheng Yan just continued to look at him, "He Qu can do it, but the Ghost King's Bride can't do it."

He Qu twitched his lips, "Can the Ghost King do that?"

Before Cheng Yan could answer, he grabbed his hand with his backhand and jumped down into Mingtian Lake.

Cheng Yan was pulled into the lake together with the inertia.

A man and a ghost fell into the lake, but there was no splash. The water was extremely calm, without even a ripple.

He Qu felt his feet hit the ground, stabilized his figure, opened his eyes and saw an enlarged handsome face.

He was surrounded by each other in a protective gesture.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then immediately let go of his hand and took half a step back.

He Qu's eyes flashed, ignoring the strange feeling in his heart. He lowered his head and looked at his clothes. After coming out of the lake, there was no trace of water on his body.

Suddenly, a dark voice sounded from above the two of them.

"The King of Ghosts is here, why didn't he even say a word?"

Cheng Yan replied: "I am walking around as I please, sorry for disturbing you."

"I heard that the Ghost King got married a few days ago. I think this is your wife. You two are really leisurely and elegant. I am busy with official duties, so you two can take care of yourself." There was no emotion in the cold and depressed voice.

The peeps hanging above his head disappeared, and He Qu looked around. Everything he could see was the black sky and blazing fire, except under their feet.

Cheng Yan grabbed his wrist, met his gaze, and simply said: "If you want to be burned to death, just leave by yourself."

He Qu didn't respond, nor did he shake off his hand.

"Why did you follow him down?" Although he grabbed him, he didn't really pull him off. I didn't expect that he actually followed him down.

Cheng Yan glanced sideways: "Isn't it ridiculous to lose your wife just after getting married?"

He Qu's mouth twitched, not bothering to explore the real reason, and turned to look at the surrounding environment.

He was just guessing, but he didn't expect that the bottom of Mingtian Lake was actually connected to the eighteenth level of hell.

He Qu stared at Cheng Yan's footsteps. He didn't walk fast, but he could feel the space moving quickly.

He Qu didn't ask him where he wanted to take him, but he wouldn't just leave like that.

Until he saw a familiar face.

"Grandma's milk?!"