Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

The news of the ghost king's return to Fengdu has long been passed down, and people from Liutian Palace lined up to welcome him, no one dared to be disrespectful.

Yan Mingxiu's gaze swept over the faces of those courtiers, as if he had seen a portrait of one of them in a history book, and it seemed that everything was just false.

Jiang Yiqiu ignored those respectful courtiers indifferently, and led Yan Mingxiu into the hall.

There is no difference between this place and the main hall in the world, but there is a ghostly atmosphere everywhere that makes Yan Mingxiu feel uncomfortable.

It's very strange, since I'm clearly also a ghost, why do I reject it so much?

The hall was empty, there were countless cases on the table, some were covered with a thick layer of dust, and some were still clean.

"Can we start talking now?"

Even though he knew that Jiang Yiqiu and the ghost king were one person, Yan Mingxiu was still a little cautious, as if the one he really recognized and liked in his heart was the stupid Jiang Yiqiu who only wanted to be good for him.

Instead of the Yin Tianzi in front of him, he couldn't understand anything except for a little affection in his eyes.

"The story is a bit long, Mingxiu, let me tell you slowly."

Jiang Yiqiu buried his head on his shoulder, sniffing the fragrance of the young man greedily.

Beiyin Tianzi was originally the incarnation of Emperor Ziwei of Zhongtian Beibei in the Netherworld. His term of office is 3000 years, and he can be re-elected once the term is up.

Previously there were Zhang Heng and Yang Yun, but now it's Jiang Yiqiu's turn.

Emperor Ziwei is not an ignorant monarch, even if it is his own incarnation, he will separate several of them at the same time, send them to the lower realm to experience calamities, and then select the most suitable one from them to take up the post of Son of Heaven.

Jiang Yiqiu was judged as the most outstanding candidate in that Tribulation Trial.

But there is a little mistake that Emperor Ziwei failed to count, and that is love.

In that lifetime of calamity, Jiang Yiqiu was the coach, but at the last moment he fell in love with the enemy coach.

Even in the end, he still killed the enemy's commander, which can be regarded as completing the disaster of this life.

Emperor Ziwei mistakenly thought that he had cracked the Emotion Tribulation, outlined it with cinnabar, and ordered him to be the ghost king of Fengdu.

But things quickly changed.

Jiang Yiqiu, the ghost king of Fengdu, tried to break the cycle of life and death, and tried to rescue the mortal from the pool of reincarnation.

There is a destiny for everything, even if you are a ghost king, you can't do whatever you want.

Jiang Yiqiu rescued Yan Mingxiu from the Soul Transformation Pond, but again, this matter could not be hidden from Emperor Ziwei.

3000 years is still a long time ago, and the established rules are irreversible. Jiang Yiqiu made such a mistake, Emperor Ziwei took his soul and made him reincarnate in the mortal world, and experienced another twists and turns with Yan Mingxiu.

That ancient bronze sword is exactly the sword of Fengdu Ghost King.

The death of Gongsun Xuan was not sudden or accidental, it was Jiang Yiqiu's work.

He has failed Yan Mingxiu for the first time, so he has to pay it back in life after life.

The story came to an abrupt end here, but Yan Mingxiu's face was still a little dazed.

This is not the original owner's story, let alone his story.He can't even empathize.

The ghost king was not surprised, he just hugged Yan Mingxiu even tighter, and whispered in his ear: "It doesn't matter if you forget everything, Mingxiu, as long as you remember, I love you."

Yan Mingxiu thought for a while, and then asked another question: "What about Emperor Ziwei?"

Jiang Yiqiu's expression was a little stiff for a moment, he quickly laughed, and patiently comforted his lover: "This time is a test for you and me, you are willing to wake me up for me, which means that we have passed This test."

"Emperor Ziwei will not embarrass us again."

Yan Mingxiu didn't say anything, just nodded quietly.

Countless past experiences remind him that things will never be so simple.

The change came quietly, and when Jiang Yiqiu found out that Yan Mingxiu was unconscious for most of the day, he knew very well that Emperor Ziwei's test was not over yet.

Not only that, Yan Mingxiu's memory was also affected.

Just like the idiot Jiang Yiqiu in Jingyue Village, Yan Mingxiu's memory seems to have returned to his childhood state.

The courtiers of Liutian Palace had reminded him intentionally or unintentionally that no matter what he did, Emperor Ziwei would never allow Yan Mingxiu to exist again.

Repelling the courtiers in displeasure, Jiang Yiqiu went straight to the bedroom to visit Yan Mingxiu.

The latter frowned, as if he was also suffering from great pain in his sleep. His limbs were bent, maintaining the baby's curled up state in the mother's womb, and he couldn't stop raving: "Yiqiu, Yiqiu..."

Jiang Yiqiu heaved a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his frowning brows. Mingxiu still remembered him, but he hadn't completely forgotten him yet.

"Ah! Yiqiu, you can't die, you have to live!"

With a cry on the verge of despair, Yan Mingxiu finally opened his eyes.

Jiang Yiqiu held his hand tightly, coaxing softly: "Mingxiu, I'm here, I'm not dead, look at me."

"Yiqiu...hehe, Yiqiu..." Yan Mingxiu stretched out his hand, caressing the man's face in a silly way.

After a while, his expression suddenly became ferocious: "No! You are not my Yiqiu! Who are you, why do you want to dress up as Yiqiu?!"

Jiang Yiqiu's heart was flustered like never before, the ghost king who had never been upright, even if the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, was now disturbed by a mortal, which made the courtiers of Liutian Palace talk endlessly.

Fortunately, Jiang Yiqiu's madness didn't last long, and he soon came back to his senses, raving: "Yiqiu, you are my Yiqiu."

He slid into Jiang Yiqiu's arms, with his hands tightly around the man's waist, rubbing against his chest like a cute kitten.

"Yiqiu, I don't want to go to the ghost king...I want you, I only want you."

Jiang Yiqiu's heart trembled, and he stretched out his hand to hold his lover's cheek, his eyes were empty and happy.

"Okay." He turned his face sideways, not wanting Yan Mingxiu to see his tears.

Clearly no longer lost his soul, why can't help crying.

The ghost king gently patted Yan Mingxiu on the back, and gently coaxed his foolish lover: "Don't be afraid, Mingxiu, don't be afraid."

Yan Mingxiu couldn't understand anything, he just curled up in his arms docilely, and fell into a deep sleep.

As the head of Fengdu, there are vast and smoky dossiers presented every day.Even though the courtiers of Liutian Palace have dealt with most of the affairs, there are still piles of things left waiting for Jiang Yiqiu's review.

He tried to bury himself in his work to counteract the fear that Yan Mingxiu was about to be wiped out.

But this is completely futile.

As soon as he stopped, thoughts flooded in like a tide, pulling him into the first life of the two, repeating the scene of him stabbing Yan Mingxiu's chest with a sword.