After joining Hades

Wen Bai clenched the paper tightly.

Re-roll the flat paper into a tube, seal it neatly with Xuanguang, and then stuff it into your pocket.

"You are busy first, wait for Lu Zheng to rewrite it, and then I will send it to you."

Xie Jiuzhang, who had been frowning all the time since receiving the letter, finally let out a breath of foul air.

He took a deep look at Wen Bai: "Xiaobai, it's really great that you can come to Yin Division."

As he spoke, he patted Wen Bai on the shoulder.

Wen Bai was amused by his look of bitterness and hatred.

Unlike his nominal assistant, Xie Jiuzhang, as Di Ting's assistant, has followed Di Ting for hundreds of years.

Listen to the meaning of the underworld servants. Before Lu Zheng was asleep, the emperor was the shopkeeper again, and the entire underworld was handed over to Di Ting. Occasionally, the spirit beast of heaven and earth would get upset and run away, and he would hand over the unfinished business to him. Thank you Jiuzhang.

He hadn't seen Xie Jiuzhang showing this expression for a long time.

... Few people can make him show this expression.

"Is it like this before?" Wen Bai took out the paper tube again and shook it lightly in his hand.

He said it tactfully, but Xie Jiuzhang could understand: "More than that."

"Today, this is still a tact."

Wen Bai: "..."

Your son is in my hands, this is actually a tactful statement.

"They don't have a good relationship?" Wen Bai asked.

Xie Jiuzhang: "Who?"

"Lu Zheng, Di Ting, and Suzaku."

Xie Jiuzhang waved his hand: "No, the relationship is okay."

"Although Lord Suzaku—" Xie Jiuzhang paused strangely, "it's quite...very difficult to get along with."

"..."

Is it okay to tell someone that your son is in your hands?

What about "qi"?

Wen Bai always felt that Xie Jiuzhang seemed to be "tactful" again between the two words "very".

Xie Jiuzhang smiled hastily: "Actually, with the status of adults and the others, as long as there is no enmity, the relationship will be fine."

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai has lived as a mortal for more than 20 years, and he can't quite understand this realm where all enemies are friends.

"But it's okay, there aren't many enthusiastic ones." Not to mention someone as close as Wen Bai, Xie Jiuzhang said heartily.

Xie Jiuzhang never talked about the boss's personal affairs in front of others, no matter how big or small, but this person in front of him is the boss's object, that is, it is an exception, so he talked too much: "It's good to listen to you, after all, the main body is a spirit beast, and you still have contacts with the first few people on weekdays. , the boss walks around less.”

This is his slightly polished statement.

Move less, in fact, not move at all.

"If the emperor hadn't recruited Master Di Ting to the underworld, the boss might not even be able to find anyone who fights." Xie Jiuzhang said.

He changed his mind and thought again, fighting may not be necessary for the boss.

When it's really itchy, you can always find someone who can find someone from the beginning.

Just like today, if the letter was really sent out intact, wouldn't the person who was fighting come to the door himself?

However, this kind of thing is really wonderful, Xie Jiuzhang took another look at Wen Bai.

After only going to the human world once, he retrieved a lamp, and found the "owner" of the little fat lamp after a thousand years, and got a partner.

"That's why I said Xiaobai, it's great that you can come to the Yin Division." In various senses.

After Xie Jiuzhang finished speaking, he patted Wen Bai's shoulder again.

Different from the previous bitterness and hatred, this time the force was very light, and even gave people a sense of relief.

Wen Bai watched Xie Jiuzhang walk through the corridor before turning to walk towards Lu Zheng.

Pushing open the door, he was hit by the lotus lantern first, then turned around and saw Di Ting again.

Wen Bai: "?"

Were you still in the office just now?

"When did you come here?" Wen Bai didn't want to ask why he came here.

There is no place in this underworld that they can't go to.

Listening Truth: "When you and Jiu Zhang were discussing whether our relationship with Suzaku is good or not."

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he fished his son out of his familiar way with one hand, took out the paper tube from his pocket with the other hand, and put it on Lu Zheng's desk: "You wrote it?"

Lu Zheng opened it, looked at his boyfriend's face, and pushed the pot out without hesitation: "Listen to the words."

Listen to: "..."

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai: "The Xuan Yin is yours."

Lu Zheng: "..."

Lu Zheng glanced and listened.

Listen to: "..."

Sooner or later you have to resign.

Di Ting still helped him a little bit: "I haven't had time to show him yet."

How could Wen Bai fail to see Lu Zhenggang's glance, he didn't believe it at all.

The phrase "Your son is in my hands" can be heard as soon as you hear it.

Under Wen Bai's skeptical gaze, Lu Zheng scribbled a pen and successfully scrapped a document. After throwing down the sentence "have someone resend it", he put down his pen: "Write like this, Suzaku will come."

Listening to this has no objection: "Indeed, if the ins and outs are explained thoroughly, maybe Suzaku will really raise a son for Suzaku."

Wen Bai: "?"

Di Ting took out the Suzaku egg from his sleeve, but compared with the bare egg before, now there is an extra box, and the box is much more delicate than the Human Head Pot.

"Do you know why Suzaku's son clung to that Yu Qi?" Di Ting tapped on the box.

Wen Bai: "Is it related to the official seal of Wenqu?"

Listen and nod.

"These spirit beast cubs are very sensitive to breath, let alone the Suzaku family."

"In ancient times, most of the emperors and top scholars in Jinke were lucky. Although thousands of years have passed, there is no such thing as imperial examinations in the world, and the official seals of Wenqu are not as complicated as before, but the official seals are still there. On Yu Qi's body His breath is rare and close to this cub who should have been raised in the sky, so he followed him."

"As for how it was put into the pot with human heads, you should ask Suzaku."

Guessed like Wen Bai's, "If we hadn't met today, would this little Suzaku have been following Yu Qi?"

"At least until the shell is broken."

Wen Bai felt that things might not be that simple. He remembered what Lu Zheng said before, no matter whether a mortal encounters a spiritual object or a female object, as long as there is something in the extraordinary world, it will have some influence, good or bad.

"Will that affect Yu Qi's luck?" Wen Bai asked.

Di Ting touched the warm egg whole: "Yes."

Little Suzaku buzzed.

"Here," Di Ting flicked the egg like a spinning top, "Did you hear the hiccup?"

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai: "You mean, this little Suzaku ate up Yu Qi's luck?"

Di Ting nodded: "Why do you think Lu Zheng asked him to apologize to Yu Qi?"

Di Ting poked on the egg: "Because a certain brat got into trouble."

Wen Bai: "!"

He thought that Lu Zheng asked the little Suzaku to apologize because it caused trouble for Yu Qi, so it was because it really caused trouble?

"But this little turkey is also unintentional, and the little champion should treat it pretty well," Di Ting said slowly, "Maybe he doesn't even know what he swallowed, and he doesn't dislike it."

little turkey...

Wen Bai: "..."

"Didn't you say you swallowed your luck?" Wen Bai asked doubtfully.

Why is luck broken?

Lu Zheng replied: "It's not luck, it's official seal."

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai: "The official Wenqu official seal is gone?!"

Lu Zheng: "It's still there, just missing a corner."

"What does it mean that a corner is missing?" Wen Bai asked hastily.

Di Ting explained: "It's just that you may have to suffer more on the way to the champion exam."

"If you are unlucky, you can only be the second place in the list."

Wen Bai: "..."

No. [-] and No. [-], based on the current examination system, may be only a hair's breadth away from No. [-].

Although Wen Bai felt that Yu Qi didn't care much about these things, he was a small champion, and if he said nothing, he would be gone.

It's fine if you don't know, but it's a pity if you know.

Lu Zheng knew in his heart that Wen Bai liked that brat of the human race, and said, "It's just a corner missing, the official seal is still there, let him take it out when Suzaku comes."

Wen Bai: "Is this still available?"

Lu Zheng let out a "hmm".

If you can get it out, you can take it out, if you can't get it out... let the father of the troublemaker go find Wen Qugai again.

He couldn't raise a son for him, and even lost the champion.

Di Ting stretched his waist: "You said that a father who can lay eggs in that kind of place will have a big heart."

Wen Bai couldn't figure it out.

He lowered his head and met the eyes of the little lamp in his arms.

Hug tighter.

Anyway, he was reluctant.

Di Ting nodded his head twice: "So this letter is not wrong, you have to let him worry about it, so that you can do things more efficiently."

The meaning of listening to the truth is that even if it is frightening, it is also reasonable.

Wen Bai always felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find anything wrong, so he was half-believing, first looked at Di Ting, and then turned to look at Lu Zheng.

Ask him with your eyes: Is that so?

Lu Zheng paused, nodded: "Yes."

Fortunately, Xie Jiuzhang is not here, if he is here, he will definitely tell Wen Bai, some words, don't believe them.

Just like now.

Wen Bai has no experience, but he knows it all too well.

He sent such villainous letters more than a hundred times, or eighty or ninety times, and none of them was longer than five sentences.

No matter how seamlessly it was done afterward, it was still bullshit.

In fact, the minimum writing is only three words-it's too troublesome.

The boss finds it bothersome, and Master Di Ting also finds it troublesome.

This time it's even pretty good, although it's a bit more concise, but at least there are words.

It's also fortunate that this little brat didn't break the shell, and it was a whole egg.

If the shell is broken, Xie Jiuzhang can assure you that the letter "Your son is in my hands" will not be sent, but the egg shell will be broken off and a piece will be sent.

In the end, how did this paper tube come from, and how was it taken back, without adding or missing a single word.

Xie Jiuzhang: "..."

Compared with Lu Zheng, Jin Dan obviously prefers the breath of spirit beasts on Di Ting's body, and Lu Zheng is too lazy to raise his son for Suzaku, so he even throws the box and egg to Di Ting.

As soon as Di Ting left, Little Pang Deng lay on Lu Zheng's shoulder, watching him approve the documents.

Looking at it, I felt a little sleepy, and the little petals followed suit.

"Did you do the same when you taught Yuan Yuan?" Wen Bai looked at this scene and suddenly smiled.

Lu Zheng raised his head: "What kind?"

Wen Bai put down the book in his hand, and imitated Lu Zheng's tune before: "Turn your temper."

Lu Zheng smiled: "What kind of temper, what kind of teaching method."

Wen Bai: "?"

"Suzaku's nature is fire, so it's not surprising that the son has this temperament."

"If it wasn't that child that I met that day, but someone else, I might be familiar with it by now."

Wen Bai said "hmm": "What about Yuan Yuan?"

Lu Zheng hugged his son with one hand: "It will be as temperamental as you are."

Wen Bai was startled when he heard this.

He still has to know what kind of temperament he is?

He didn't know it himself.

Wen Bai never thought about this, and when he relaxed, the book in his hand fell to the ground.

The moment I leaned over to pick it up, I heard Lu Zheng's deep voice.

"It's good, it's up to you."

Wen Bai: "..."

So Wen Bai picked up this book for a full minute.

When I picked it up, my ears were still red.

Wen Bai originally thought that it would take some time for Xie Jiuzhang to go to Suzaku's side, but who knew that the next day, he was taking Hua Ling to bask in the sun in the yard, when a loud and clear cry came from the air.

An angry voice resounded throughout the underworld: "Lu Zheng! Where is my son!"

Immediately afterwards, a ball of paper that had been kneaded until it looked like dried vegetables, with a few pieces of scorched black, fell from the sky, impartially, and just landed at Wen Bai's feet.

Wen Bai couldn't recognize the paper ball, but Wen Bai could recognize the Xuan Yin on it.

Lu Zheng's mysterious seal.

Beside the scorched hole, the word "son" can still be seen vaguely, it should be that the kidnapping letter is correct.

Should be very angry.

Wen Bai bent down, picked up the ball of paper, before he could get up, a scorching wind swept across the yard.

Hua Ling hurriedly blocked it for him, but some scorching air still leaked in during the movement, Wen Bai was bumped, took two steps back, and finally supported the stone table beside him, and finally managed to stand still.

Looking up, a figure appeared in the yard out of thin air.

He opened his eyes with difficulty.

In the winter weather, this man was only wearing a dark red long gown, with a big part left open at the neckline.

You don't need to guess, you can know who this is.

Wen Bai nodded slightly at him, hesitating whether to go back and call Lu Zheng, but this man was already walking towards him.

The closer he got, the deeper his frown became.

She was so wrinkled that she wanted to run away.

When he stood still in front of Wen Bai, the man didn't ask anything, but moved his head slightly left, right, left, and right to observe Wen Bai. His eyes never left him, as if he was about to leave him Look for something.

Wen Bai: "???"

"you……"

Before Wen could finish speaking, the man had already stood with his arms crossed, arms crossed, and opened his mouth.

"Are you the paper lantern raised by Lu Zheng?"

"Transformed?"

Wen Bai: "..."

After finishing speaking, Lu Zheng came out from the other side with a paper lantern lying on his shoulder.

Suzaku: "!!!"

Wen Bai: "..."

He finally knew what was missing between Xie Jiuzhang's two "Ting" characters.

Quite owed.