I rely on solving the case to attack the king of hell

"You're looking at me." Yan Han's cool voice contained a little joy.

Xie Zaiyue raised her blushing face, and said forcefully: "Can't you see it? Gui Chen said, His Highness is Yao Lin Qiongshu, with unparalleled national beauty, ghosts and gods from the two worlds who want to admire His Highness's demeanor line up, and they can circle the underworld." Two laps, that's a rush."

At that time, Zaiyue and Guichen had known each other for a short time, and they were thrown into the ground by Guichen's one-mouth talker.

"It's returning to the dust again." Yan Han frowned, and the wilting wild flowers on the roadside seemed to shrink back.

Zai Yue praised casually: "Gui Chen really deserves to be the number one genius in our underworld. As long as he speaks, the idioms always start with three."

Yan Han couldn't help laughing: "The number one genius in the underworld?"

The topic shifted to Guichen, and Zaiyue's guilty conscience and shyness dissipated a lot. He nodded and said, "Your Highness, you don't know. Every time I go to Guichen, he is reading a book. I sit by the side and wait for him. Often it takes half a day to wait."

All kinds of books that Guichen has always loved flashed through Yan Han's mind, all of which were weighed by Sigui and Lianmei in the world, and he couldn't help but worry about Xiao Suoxian's literary quality.

On weekdays, he taught Zaiyue spells, and he also taught Zaiyue how to read and write words, but because he had so little free time, he couldn't bear to watch Zaiyue work hard, and the progress of cultural courses was very slow. Yue also asked him whether the white hair floated in the green water or the green hair floated in the white water.

Right now, he is riding the old road of returning to the dust, and he is about to sit down in the literature on the street.

Sure enough, no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education. This cultural quality must be on par with military strength.

Yan Han plans to arrest Guichen as his helper, so that he will not abuse the children, and he will be able to spend more time with Zaiyue.

Seeing Yan Han's silence for a long time, Zaiyue couldn't help feeling up and down. This feeling was like going out drinking with friends until midnight, and then suddenly being caught and brought home by his wife who fell from the sky.

How did Gui Chen describe this situation in those novels?

He put His Highness against the wall and told him domineeringly: Very good, you have successfully caught my attention!

Still wrapping His Highness in his arms, he confessed tenderly: You tortured little fairy, can't you leave me for a moment?

But... looking up at Yan Han, Zai Yue felt goosebumps all over her body.

After a moment of silence, Yan Han suddenly asked, "Lifeng, what's going on?"

Xie Zaiyue was startled, then his face flushed, he only looked around and asked, "Lifeng? What's wrong with him?"

Yan Han said calmly: "He said he likes you."

The calmer Yan Han was, the more incoherent Xie Zaiyue became: "Huh? Do you have it? Like? Who do you like? Me, me, I don't like him."

Yan Han looked at Xie Zaiyue's distressed appearance, and his heart suddenly softened into a persimmon fruit in the world.

"It's getting late, I'll take you back first." He said softly.

Yan Han's refusal to pursue did not make Xie Zaiyue feel better at all, on the contrary, he felt a little sour from being ignored.All the way back to the [-]th floor of hell, and then sitting in front of the fence.

Xie Zaiyue's appearance made all the evil spirits very curious, among which the little evil spirits were the worst.

"Hey, Suoxian, what did you do today?" The little evil ghost quietly approached the fence, taking advantage of the other evil ghosts sleeping soundly, he asked in a low voice.

Xie Zaiyue came to a sudden, looked at the face of the little devil for decades, and said sternly: "Son, go to sleep."

The little evil ghost snorted, "I'm younger than you, but I'm no longer a child. It's only because of my limited mana that I look like this."

Xie Zaiyue pointed at the group of ghosts and said: "You wake them up later, and you will inevitably be scolded and beaten again."

The little evil ghost said: "I'm not afraid, you will protect me anyway."

Xie Zaiyue teased: "Who told you that you are useless."

The little evil ghost smiled sweetly, and said out of nowhere: "In the future... I will treat you well."

Xie Zaiyue squinted at him: "Be kind to me? You are imprisoned in the [-]th floor of hell, how can you be kind to me?"

The little evil ghost said mysteriously: "You will know later."

Xie Zaiyue looked at his bun-like face and smiled lightly.

As time went by, the little evil ghost and other evil spirits in the [-]th floor of hell became more and more incompatible. All the ghosts isolated him, laughed at him, and from time to time joined forces to play with him as a sandbag.

Seeing that the big can't bully the small, Xie Zaiyue defends the little evil spirit from time to time.

Unexpectedly, this good cause is all in the trap, and it is also a part of the bloody storm in the underworld in the future. If Hades can manipulate the time, Xie Zaiyue will definitely be the first to sign up to go back and join the team of ghosts beating sandbags.

But the world is unpredictable, how could the former Xie Zaiyue be a prophet?

Seeing that Xie Zaiyue lowered his head again, the little evil ghost subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him, but when his fingertips touched the fence, a heartache hit him immediately. He was shocked, and quickly withdrew his hand, and instead traced Xie Zaiyue in the void. The face of the moon.

After a long time, he asked again: "What happened today?"

Xie Zaiyue raised her eyes and saw that the little evil ghost's eyes were full of concern, so she finally opened her mouth and briefly narrated what happened today.

Hearing the part of Lifeng's confession, the little evil ghost slowly tightened his hands in the dark, but his tone was still casual: "This god is so abrupt, I don't know where he works in the underworld?"

Xie Zaiyue was unprepared and just chatted casually, "He's a door god."

The little evil ghost smiled softly, with a steamed bun face, his face became beautiful in an instant, and the dark hell was also brightened.

At this time, an evil ghost woke up, looked around, and said secretly: "It's so murderous."

After Xie Zaiyue finished speaking, the little evil ghost made a brief comment, and then said seriously: "I told you about the key last time, did you think of any way?"

"What way?" Xie Zaiyue was surprised.

"How to get the key back." The little devil looked at the void with furious eyebrows.

"If I won't betray His Royal Highness, that means I won't betray the underworld. How could the King of Hades kill me?" Xie Zaiyue disagreed.

The little evil ghost pouted, and said dissatisfiedly: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, you are full of him."

The little devil doesn't like Xie Zaiyue's mention of Yan Han, so he always reacts in the same way, Xie Zaiyue wholeheartedly defends Yan Han, and always wants to sing against him, but for some reason today, after the little devil said this, thank you Zai Yue actually fell into a long silence.

"Xiao Suoxian, what's the matter with you?" The little evil ghost couldn't help feeling a little flustered when he saw the old monk Xie Zaiyue's calm expression.

Xie Zaiyue raised her head aimlessly, and murmured: "Yeah, why is he so full of thoughts."

Thinking of this, Xie Zaiyue's mind flashed Yan Han's beautiful but cold figure again.

Xie Zaiyue's soul flew to the sky, lost his mind, didn't notice those heinous evil spirits at all, for some reason, they all looked in the direction of the little evil spirits and shivered.

When Xie Zaiyue woke up from the dream, Yan Han was sitting by the bed reading a book.

Yan Han's long hair was loose, his head was lowered, and the black hair hung along his cheeks and on his chest.A loose white robe was worn loosely on his body, almost blending with his snow-like complexion.

He seemed to hear the movement of the person beside him, he tilted his head, unexpectedly found that Xie Zaiyue had woken up, and was looking at him for a moment.

"Are you awake?" Yan Han unconsciously smiled.

Yan Han smiled, and Xie Zaiyue's heart went numb, and suddenly thought of the dream just now, and had some understanding of his state of mind at that time, and then looked at Yan Han, even the small mole between his eyebrows felt extremely charming up.

Xie Zaiyue instantly felt a fire in her heart, and urgently needed Mrs. Yan's body temperature to dispel one or two.

So with a self-confessed domineering smile, he said softly: "Master Yan, do you still remember that Song Liuguang once gave me a picture album, which recorded many ways to make people happy physically and mentally, which can only be understood and unspeakable. Why don't we come to study one or two tonight?"

"Oh?" Yan Han raised his eyebrows, his eyes were shining brightly, full of alluring brilliance.

While swallowing, Xie Zaiyue bravely cupped Yan Han's face.

Although he seemed to have done some unspeakable things with Master Yan, but that time he was in a daze, like in a dream, if the scene when he woke up was not too evocative, he would never have guessed what happened.

"Master Yan, don't be afraid, I will take it easy." Xie Zaiyue said softly.

Just as he was thinking about how to use those moves one by one on Mr. Yan, in his eyes, Mr. Yan was extremely weak, weak and helpless, but Mr. Yan turned over and pinned him down tightly.

Want to resist, but can't move at all.

"This... this..." Xie Zaiyue woke up instantly as if taking a bath in cold water.

Yan Han caressed his cheek, and said with a light smile, "Don't be afraid, I will be gentle."

It was a night of spring, and the room was full of beauty, but Mr. Xie slammed the door out in grief and anger at noon the next day.

Hao Didian, who was hiding in the corner and nibbling melon seeds, his eyes narrowed with a smile: "Old Liu, disciple, I have a good eye for seeing people!"

Yi Dianhao looked hopeless, hugged his head and said: "Master Yan, he is so beautiful and gentle, how could it be...how could it be the one on top."

But Liu Yu said with a dry smile: "That's fine, it fits our Master Xie's image of martial arts."

Xie Zaiyue left for half a day, so Yan Han caught him at the stubborn old black's barbecue stall.

Yan Han stood in front of Xie Zaiyue for a long time, his brows were deeply furrowed, he looked at the greasy bench and low table, and Xie Zaiyue who was eating skewers desolately.Normally, Xie Zaiyue would be busy cleaning the stools and tables, and invite him to take a seat, but now Xie Zaiyue didn't speak for a long time, let alone stand up.

I don't know how long it took, he took a bite of the chicken wing viciously, and said with infinite melancholy: "I want to marry a beauty, but who knows that a beauty..."

Yan Han interrupted: "It's just speaking with strength, you don't have to be so inferior."

Xie Zaiyue: "..."

The author has something to say:

Xie Zaiyue gritted her teeth: I said there are many routines in Dali Temple, but it turns out that you have the most routines.

Author: Zaiyue, Zaiyue, listen to my explanation, I am innocent, and Master Yan ordered me to do this!