If you don't work hard, you have to marry the Pluto

Song Ningyi looked left and right like a little thief, and after making sure that there were no ghosts around, she went straight around the gate and walked to the back of the hall.

There are two small doors on both sides of the main hall, one of which is open, and the kitten disappeared from here.

Song Ningyi stood at the door for a while, hesitating whether to enter or not.

That cold and bad-tempered kitten finally learned how to interact with him, so he couldn't leave it in this kind of place, even if there were fierce ghosts and beasts in it, he would recognize it and had to look for it.

Inside the small door is a long stone corridor, with flickering candles hanging high on both sides of the stone wall, the light is very poor, and you can only see a little area in front of you.

Song Ningyi gathered herself together, supported the stone wall and walked slowly into the darkness——

The corridor is not long, about a hundred meters long, and there is a faint light in front of it, like an exit.

Song Ningyi slowed down her pace. In the narrow and quiet corridor, only the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground could be heard.

"Bang bang" heart beat fast.

Slowly stepping out of the end of the corridor with one foot, the front of him suddenly opened up.

It should be a garden, with a red-painted gazebo on hanging feet in the middle, connected to the clear pool water, and the red lanterns reflected on the lake, forming a long chain of light.

"Pork jerky?" Song Ningyi called out in a breathy voice, silently praying in her heart that this disobedient brat would show up quickly, this place is so scary T_T

There is the sound of gurgling water in my ears, and the mist permeates the surface of the pool, which is indistinct.

There was a "click", like the sound of something falling into the water.

A chill rushed from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, and my heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

Shouldn't the pork jerky fall into the pond?

Running wildly all the way, like a dog chased after him, Song Ningyi went straight to the lake and almost fell into it without stopping.

"Pork jerky!" he cried miserably.

But when I ran over, I found that the surface of the pool was quiet, except for a piece of silvery hair that looked like hair looming in the mist.

Song Ningyi slowly approached, wanting to find out.

When you get closer, it seems that it is indeed hair, silver and very long.

What are the two sides on the stone wall of the pool?It's white, it seems to be... an arm?

"How long do you have to wait to see?" The indifferent voice like the Antarctic permafrost floated faintly around.

Song Ningyi retreated three times: "It's really a living thing."

But this voice, why does it feel a little familiar.

"Have you finished writing 1 advantages?"

Gan, it's Pluto, so he said this voice is really familiar.

"I-I finished writing, I came here specially this time to ask you to have a look." Song Ningyi took out the twelve sheets of paper from his backpack and handed them over.

I have to say that Pluto has a lot of eccentricities, not to mention taking a bath in the pool, and wearing gloves when taking a bath. Is it because his hands are too ugly to see others?

It just so happened that he wouldn't take a closer look at this time.

Song Ningyi obediently handed over the 1 advantages, Pluto took it, and his wet fingertips instantly left a pool of dark water stains on the paper.

While Pluto was concentrating on reading his masterpiece, Song Ningyi looked around restlessly with her eyes, wondering if Chu Qiao was hiding somewhere.

Pluto was quite interested, he read word by word, he was normal at first, he was so generous and helpful, his fingers trembled as he watched.

Deep words flowed out of his mouth slowly:

"Crisp, sultry breasts... face like a peach blossom... thousands of charming..."

Song Ningyi leaned over: "Ah, Pluto, did you actually read them one by one?"

Pluto put the stack of papers aside: "You pasted it so hard, of course I read it carefully."

Song Ningyi said calmly, "I'm sorry, I don't read much, and I don't have much vocabulary, so it's too late to scold me now."

Looking at it this way, you can only see the back of Pluto. The muscles are quite strong, and the skin is very delicate, as white as snow, even the light-colored hair will not set it off black.

Pluto didn't speak, just tapped the stone wall with his fingertips.

"Well, Mr. Pluto, if you are not satisfied, I will go back and rewrite it immediately, but before that, in fact, I am not only here for the 1 merits, but I also want to ask you about something."

Pluto still did not speak.

Song Ningyi hurried over and squatted down, reached out and splashed the water in the pool and gently splashed Pluto on his body: "It would be best if you could tell me, I'll help you take a bath, hehe."

The hand was grabbed violently.

"Don't touch me." A cold and proud voice came.

Song Ningyi withdrew her hand, squeezed her wrist that was scratched, and curled her lips.

"Why do you care so much about Chu Qiao, you are a good friend?" Pluto asked very straightforwardly.

"It's not..." He replied weakly.

"Then what are you doing with his business?"

Song Ningyi squatted beside the pool wall, her head tilted to one side unconsciously, thinking about this question very seriously.

After a while, he clenched his hands silently and said firmly:

"Because I like Chu Qiao very much, he is the first person I like...Ghost, so it means a lot to me, I just want to seek an answer from you, what is the relationship between him and you, if you really It's a couple, and it just makes me give up this fruitless idea."

Pluto sneered: "It's just Chu Qiao, one more is not too much, but I'm curious about how far you can go for Chu Qiao."

"What's the meaning."

"You want to take Chu Qiao away. May I ask if you have the ability to compete with me? If you take mine away, you must also give me back someone close to me. In this way, I will give you a month to wait for you to become the leader of the list." One, take Chu Qiao away, if you lose, come to me obediently."

Song Ningyi:? ? ?

"Me? Go to your side? What are you doing? Squeeze your waist, beat your legs and bring you footwashing water?"

Pluto took a deep breath, as if... He was very dissatisfied with Song Ningyi's slowness or pretending to be good, but he never liked to hide it, and said directly:

"Chu Qiao was originally going to be the second head of the Underworld Hall. You took him away, so you have to give me another one."

Song Ningyi felt that this matter was absurd. She wanted to have a good relationship with Chu Qiao for a hundred years and marry Pluto?What the hell are you trying to figure out.

"It's not that I didn't give you a chance. As long as you can reach the top of the list, Chu Qiao will take you with you, and I won't force you to stay either."

Is Hades really so kind?But thinking about it, most of the benefits brought by him becoming the number one in the list have not entered his pocket, and no matter what decision he makes, it will be completely beneficial to him.

"Okay, deal. I'll come to ask for someone in a month."

Hades absent-mindedly let out a "hmm" from his nose, and then didn't continue.

Looking at his back, he should look good, but why don't you like others to see his appearance?

No, this is not the point now.

"Let me bother you again, have you seen one..."

He stopped in the middle of the conversation, and suddenly remembered that Pluto has always been unable to resist this kind of delicate and soft kitten, and asking him is tantamount to giving meat to a tiger.

"what."

Song Ningyi smiled: "It's nothing, but since I'm here, allow me to visit your back garden?"

"Whatever." Pluto remained indifferent to answering.

Out of politeness, Song Ningyi bowed slightly to him, then carried the cat bag on her back, and searched along the garden bit by bit.

"Pork jerky—" he yelled softly, afraid that Hades would overhear him.

Where will naughty kittens hide, in the flowers?on the tree?It seems that kittens are particularly in love with trees.

Song Ningyi looked up, and saw that the trees shrouded in darkness were like claws of monsters.

"Meow~" came a small sound from nowhere.

Song Ningyi was stunned for a moment, then immediately held her breath and listened carefully to the source of the sound.

"Meow meow~" There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the childish voice, as if to say "Why haven't you seen me yet".

Song Ningyi wanted to turn her head 360 degrees, but she could only hear that it was nearby, but she couldn't tell where it was.

"Meows!" There was a sudden sound of strong anger, and the grass at his feet suddenly moved, and a silver figure jumped out of the grass and landed in front of Song Ningyi.

"Meows! Meows!"

Song Ningyi quickly squatted down and covered the mouth of jerky pork, picked him up and stuffed him into the cat bag, then ran out as if fleeing from a refugee.

He understood that Pork Jerky was playing with him, and he blamed himself for being slow for making Pork Jerky wait for so long.

"I'm sorry, little Rourou, I'll cook you a chicken when I get home." Through the cat bag, Song Ningyi lightly kissed the pork jerky.

Pork jerky looked at him quietly through the glass cover, and it was rare that he did not lose his temper.

When I got back to my home in the underworld, it was already past three o'clock in the morning the next day. I didn't talk about the live broadcast all day, and I got the most frustrating news from Pluto.

Although the other party is willing to give him a chance and compete openly and aboveboard, what does Chu Qiao think? Does he like Pluto?Does he want to be with him?

Lying on the bed, I didn't have time to change my clothes. I just felt sleepy in waves, and I didn't even have the strength to raise my hands.

Pork jerky was lying in his hut, licking his paws, licking and licking, when he suddenly heard a slight snoring sound, following the sound, he saw that his excrement shoveler was already sleeping soundly on the bed.

It jumped down to the shit shovel officer's side, and its little pink nose lightly rubbed against his face. Seeing that he was still awake, it continued to rub against his face.

Sniff again.

Well, now he has his own scent all over him.

****

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it was as if the sky and the earth were spinning, Song Ningyi rubbed her temples in pain.

"Miwu~" Grandma's small voice came.

Turning his head, he saw that his own pork jerky was squatting obediently beside the pillow, his tail flicking lightly.

This scene is really touching, who said that cats can't be loved, drag them out and clap their mouths!

"Rourou, I was so touched when I opened my eyes~" Song Ningyi pouted and went towards the jerky pork.

But a sudden move was missed.

Pork jerky jumped nimbly, avoiding Song Ningyi and jumped into his hut, continuing to lick his paws.

"Oh, why are you so ruthless? Shouldn't you hug and kiss under the quilt when you get up early in the morning?" Song Ningyi slowly stood up, hooked her fingers on the belt, and gently pulled it——

The trousers came off slowly, revealing her fair and slender legs.

"You can lick, but be gentle." The long legs stretched out to the side of the cabin, curling their toes seductively.

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Forget it, take a shower first.

I read a trip to the underworld alone, feeling like I had a dream, including coming to the underworld after death to take root and camp here, even after such a long time, it is an unrealistic sense of nothingness.

But if you come, you will be safe, and you have to live a good life.

The bathroom door opened, and the aroma of body wash diffused into the air instantly. Song Ningyi was wiping her wet hair and was about to prepare something for herself when the door rang twice.

Opening the door, a frog-faced man in a green uniform stood at the door: "Hello, I have your letter."

Song Ningyi took the envelope in surprise, wondering, there are still people writing letters these days?Obviously technology is so advanced.

Good guy, there are three gold-stamped characters on the envelope:

Gauntlet

It can be seen that the person who wrote the challenge book definitely died in the 80s and [-]s.

Open the challenge book, and there is a line written crookedly on it:

"Hello, dear Mr. Song, I am Zhang Xiaodao, a gold medal chef of Cantonese cuisine. I am good at all kinds of dishes. I am honored to admire your gourmet masterpieces on the Internet. I hereby write to you to discuss with you. The place is in the central square of the underworld. The time is tomorrow. At six o'clock in the evening, I look forward to your arrival!"

Whether it is the way of speaking or the way of thinking, this person is really old...

But looking at this tone, Song Ningyi basically guessed who it was, except for the one who pointed out Jiangshan in his live broadcast room a few days ago, no one else could do this.

"Ding—" A new message popped up on the phone.

[Underworld Daily]: Zhang Xiaodao, the gold medal chef of Cantonese cuisine, challenged the popular gourmet anchor Song Ningyi, who will win, we will see tomorrow.