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

Song Ningyi tentatively stepped one foot into the darkness, fumbled twice with her toes, and then retracted immediately.

Pluto watched his behavior as if playing a treasure, and sighed softly: "I won't harm you, I promise."

After all, in the darkness, a hand stretched out towards Song Ningyi.

Although wearing black gloves, it can still be seen that this hand is slender and slender, with well-defined joints.

He grabbed Song Ningyi's wrist and pulled it tentatively. Seeing that Song Ningyi was not struggling, he exerted a little force and dragged him into the infinite blackness.

"If there is a ghost who strikes up a conversation with you, please think of me who is far away in my hometown." Suddenly, Chu Qiao's aggrieved words popped out of his mind.

Song Ningyi instinctively withdrew her hand: "Master Pluto, I'll go by myself."

Pluto's hand hung in the air like this, and when he suddenly lost the object in his hand, he shrunk his fingertips slightly due to inertia.

He slowly withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingers lightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the thousand words were finally swallowed back into his stomach.

Song Ningyi's inner OS: This guy is definitely trying to seduce me, and he will abandon me mercilessly after I pour my blood into his arms, so that he can logically enter the room under the guise of comfort, and do this and that with Qiaoqiao.Fortunately, I am smart!

Song Ningyi followed Pluto step by step, his eyes looked around in the dark, although he couldn't find anything.

Suddenly, with a "bang", rows of candles lit up on both sides instantly, dimly illuminating the scene in front of them.

Only now did Song Ningyi see that the place they were in was a long and narrow dark corridor, which seemed to lead directly to the inside of the prison.

He hugged his backpack vigilantly, opened his mouth cautiously and asked, "Master Pluto, I should...not deserve to die."

Pluto didn't know why, so he simply didn't answer him.

"Master Pluto, although you are the master of the underworld and everything is under your control, I'm going to say something ugly first. You know Chu Qiao's character. If something happens to me, he will definitely be flattened." The hall of the underworld is bloodbathed."

"Pfft—" Pluto laughed out loud, as if feeling indecent, he immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"Then tell me about the unforgettable experiences you have with Chu Qiao. If you are satisfied with the listening, I will spare your life."

It's strange, why Pluto is so gossip, and also likes to inquire about other people's private affairs.

But if you want to talk about some unforgettable experiences, do you want to tell Pluto that the two of them watched a small colored movie together?

Song Ningyi racked her brains: "For me, Qiaoqiao is willing to be a servant. To tell you the truth, Qiaoqiao is soft, white and smooth, and her voice is as melodious as a lark. We fought for three days and three nights, and we never got tired of it."

Song Ningyi began to make up nonsense.

Pluto was startled, and raised his hand.

Looking from this direction, Pluto seemed to cover his mouth and laugh secretly.

"Also, when I'm not at home, he will look at the identity badge I personally made for him and think about others. His feelings for me will never be shaken by a few words from outsiders."

Pluto nodded: "Well, there are more."

"And...he..." I can't make it up, there is no drop, pain mask.jpg

"Here we are, tell me next time." Just as Song Ningyi was desperately recalling the plot in Sansu's novel, Pluto interrupted his thoughts.

In front of you, there is still a double door with red lacquer and copper rings.

Pluto raised his hand, and as soon as his fingertips touched the door, the door cleverly opened automatically——

The cold came, and the white flocs came oncoming, fell on the face, and quickly melted into small water spots.

Snow, heavy snow all over the sky, wraps everything behind the door, forming a boundless white.

There is a bright moon in the sky, gentle and quiet, as if it is a circle bigger than the moon I saw when I was in the world.

Song Ningyi couldn't help opening his eyes wide, letting the snowflakes pat his face indiscriminately.

"This is……"

Pluto took a few steps forward, leaving a series of footprints.

"Before I became the Lord of the Underworld, I lived in this place for a hundred years." Hades' voice was indifferent, like the snow that covered the mountains and plains.

"Can I live in this place?" Song Ningyi only felt cold, and subconsciously hugged her body tightly.

"I've also thought about this problem. Every day of living here is a torment, and I'm only accompanied by the freezing wind and snow and the bright moon."

Song Ningyi suddenly began to sympathize with him. If he arranged himself to spend 100 years here, he would not dare to think about it.

But how can a wild little anchor with a monthly salary of [-] sympathize with Pluto, who is in charge of the entire underworld, because he doesn't even have the rent for the next quarter?

"But after becoming king, I realized that the unbearable days have become the most difficult memories. Compared with the hustle and bustle of the underworld, this place has become a pure land where no one disturbs me. So when I am in a bad mood, I will still Come here to relax."

Song Ningyi frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple:

"So why did you bring me here? Are you in a bad mood? Are you still angry and annoyed because I refuted Black's face in public?"

"No." Pluto raised his head, his eyes fell on the bright moon, "In the entire underworld, no one else has set foot here except you."

Song Ningyi: Has she really been hated to this extent...

"By the way, you didn't mean you brought me glutinous rice dumplings." The conversation changed, and Pluto suddenly became concerned about glutinous rice dumplings.

Song Ningyi hurriedly opened her schoolbag and took out the glutinous rice dumpling, and offered it with both hands: "Eat it quickly, or it will turn into ice dumpling in a while."

Pluto took the glutinous rice dumpling, twisted one and looked at it, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips:

"I hope that when I want to eat in the future, I can taste it anytime."

Song Ningyi didn't know why.

But when he looked over from behind, he vaguely saw Pluto who had swallowed a whole dumpling, one side of his cheek was bulging like a kindergarten child, and suddenly there was an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

The cold wind lifted Pluto's long hair, and the lustrous silver and white snow were just right.

"Go back, I'm not angry about Black, and I won't make things difficult for you, I just hope you don't forget our agreement."

This... Pluto really spared himself so easily?I always feel like there's a fraud in it.

"Also, last time."

last time?

Pluto turned his back to Song Ningyi, unable to see his expression: "I like Xue Mei Niang last time, next time you come here, can you bring it to me again?"

Song Ningyi crazily raised a big question mark in his heart: what happened to Pluto, he pretended to be affectionate, or did he really find out his conscience.

Although he was slandering in his heart, on the surface it was of course imperative: "OKK, just tell me what you want to eat, as long as I know how to do it."

Pluto slowly turned around—

Song Ningyi quickly lowered her head, consciously not looking at his face.

Although I was so curious that I was anxious>

A cold touch flicked across his face strangely, and then, a cold hand froze on his cheek without hesitation.

"Boom—" my heart beat violently.

Song Ningyi dodged subconsciously, scratching her cheek in embarrassment: "It's getting late, I'll go back first."

Pluto nodded, suddenly realized that he couldn't see, cleared his throat, and said in a low voice, "Well, have a good trip."

Song Ningyi took two steps back, then two more steps, and then ran out.

As soon as he went out, he clung to the wall like a gecko, trying to catch his breath.

What are you doing!Why is this villain touching his face?

Understood, he must think that since he and Chu Qiao are always together, he can feel Chu Qiao's temperature by himself if he doesn't see Chu Qiao. Fortunately, he can run fast, otherwise, wouldn't he want to tie himself up and throw him on the bed to feel Chu Qiao's size? ?

As if fleeing for her life, Song Ningyi bought a hard seat back to the underworld overnight.

On the bus, the uncle with a gloomy face like a white flour pocket was sitting next to him again!

Song Ningyi felt that he was being watched. How could it be such a coincidence that he was the one who did it three times.

He quickly sent a message to Chu Qiao:

[I'm on the bus going home, but I seem to be being followed by ghosts ==]

Chu Qiao immediately replied:

【Be careful, I'll pick you up at the station. 】

Song Ningyi:

[No, it's too troublesome.After I get off the car, I will go directly to Little Hades, you are waiting for me at home, huh~]

Chu Qiao seemed to have hesitated there for a long time, and it took a century before she replied: 【I'll wait for you. 】

The bus flew in the air for more than five hours. Song Ningyi guarded the white-faced pocket and dared not sleep at all. Although the other ghosts on the bus had already fallen asleep, the white-faced pocket was still full of energy. When texting, I looked up——

Bai Mian Pocket was tilting his head, his eyes kept glancing at the screen of his mobile phone.

Song Ningyi: "Uncle, if you do this again, I will call the police! >Dish<"

The uncle withdrew his gaze and began to pretend to look around.

As soon as the car arrived at the stop, Song Ningyi couldn't wait to squeeze out the car door with his bag on his back.

Looking back quietly, the white flour pocket has long disappeared...

****

"Small bags, life is hard, the wages of migrant workers cannot be owed!" Song Ningyi went straight to Xiaoyan Wang's office.

Last month, last month's salary was not in place, if this continues, he will be kicked out by the landlord with people and cats.

However, this little boy didn't know where he went to seek leisure, and he didn't even see a ghost during working hours.

He looked around, and even began to wonder if the little poor boy did it on purpose. Forget it, the monk can't run away from the temple, so he will stay here today. If the little Hades doesn't come back at night, he will sleep here on the floor .

Song Ningyi sat down on the wooden recliner next to Xiaoyan Wang's office wooden case, puffing up like a puffer fish.

Maybe it was a tiring journey, but he lay there, feeling drowsy, yawned big, rubbed his eyes, and looked towards the door.

Still no sign of the little boy.

Song Ningyi changed to a more comfortable position, planning to sleep first as a respect, after all, she hadn't closed her eyes from yesterday to the next day, and now her head is also groggy, and the dog's life is at stake.

He slowly closes his eyes—

The breeze blew by, setting off the wooden case and uploading the file.

The light yellow paper was blown by the wind like a goddess scattered flowers.

One of them landed on Song Ningyi's sleeping face with a "slap".

Song Ningyi opened her eyes, and anxiously pulled the paper off her face to take a look.

A line of very eye-catching words immediately came into view:

[Song Ningyin, died in a car accident on October [-], [-]. 】

Song Ningyi raised her eyes and thought about it carefully.

It was true that I was caught under the wheel of a heavy truck on October [-]th, and then came to the underworld. However, my name is "Song Ningyi" not "Song Ningyin", this little Hades, the entire cultural desert.

Although he didn't know why Little Hades put out his own information, Guimao Song Ningyi couldn't bear to look at the documents all over the place.

He got up, and thoughtfully helped little Hades pick up the documents on the ground and tidy them up, put a stack of papers on the wooden case, and took the little broken boy's thermos cup to help him hold it down.

Wait a moment.

what is this?

Song Ningyi took the top layer of document paper:

[Song Ningyi, died of natural causes on October [-], [-]. 】

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-2223:48:11~2021-07-2403:51:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of the most amazing noodles in the world;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!