Peach wood

The gods in the heavens are still the same, and they are too busy to panic all day long; the creatures in the world are still the same, running around all day; land.

"Yanzhi, come here, and carry me back." After the trial of the criminal was over, Yan Qingran leaned back, closed his eyes, and asked the ghost to carry him back to his room to rest.

Wen Yanzhi shuttled between the human world and the underworld without any special means of transportation, and could only run around on two legs. He was already out of breath, and when he heard the words, he waved his hand and directly rejected the request of the underworld king. .In the whole world, he is probably the only one who dares to disobey the emperor, but Yan Qingran has nothing to do with him, and he can't even think of how to punish him.

Maybe it's just that I'm too lazy to think about it, not that I can't think of it at all.

Mingjun sighed, suppressed the exhaustion and helplessness in his heart, and finally racked his brains to squeeze out a sentence: "If you go against my will again, from now on, you will never get another pen."

"It's hard to say such things, and I advise you to calm down." The ghost emissary said, "If this subordinate has nothing to write, you will lose another adjutant to share your worries—you are counting on Shuhuai to drive back from the Yaozu , manage the affairs of Hades for you?"

There is some truth in what the ghost emissary said. As the saying goes, a married daughter pours out water. Yan Qingran didn't agree with this statement before, but after he actually married his "daughter", he understood There is a truth: a married daughter is sometimes really splashed, especially a married book.

Shu Huai, who was far away in the Yaozu main hall, suddenly had an itchy nose, rubbed and rubbed again, so he didn't lose his composure and sneezed in front of all the little monsters.

In any case, Mingjun is still Mingjun, even if he came to Hades later than the ghost messenger, his status is always higher than the ghost messenger.Wen Yanzhi shook his head, kindly helped Mingjun who was paralyzed on the chair, and forcefully handed the other party a pen, then dragged his heavy steps, and then directly attracted the next dead soul.

The ghost envoy is extremely sensitive to the surname "Yan". Every time he meets a deceased person surnamed Yan, he has to look at the other person more, so as not to miss the opportunity to avenge the avenger.He is a very vengeful ghost, and he will never forget that bastard Yan Hengrui.In his mind, several people were included in different blacklists, and among them, Yan Hengrui was the only one he really hated.

Shuhuai eats roast chicken secretly, Wen Yanzhi can bear it.

Changqing came to visit the door all day long, and Wen Yanzhi could bear it.

But only Yan Hengrui, absolutely intolerable!

No matter what he does, it cannot be tolerated!

Wen Yanzhi stared at the bastard in front of him, sparks almost burst out of his eyes.

But the other party didn't know why the receiving messenger was so cruel to him, so he shrank back involuntarily.

As the saying goes, "ghosts are afraid of the wicked", how many people know that the wicked are actually afraid of ghosts?

Some people, even if they are given another chance to be a good person, they will take the initiative to give up this golden opportunity.When Ming Jun saw this guy in front of him, he suddenly regained his energy. A carp bounced up from the chair, regained its energetic appearance, and drew a picture on the book of life and death with a pen.

In the previous life, although this person made him angry, he was barely considered a good person overall. Even if Mingjun wanted to avenge his personal revenge, due to certain restrictive factors, he could only let him go.However, this life is obviously different, and Ming Jun couldn't help showing a happy smile as he read the other party's experience in this life.

This smile fell into the eyes of the ghost, but it became the evidence that his old love is still alive.

The ghost emissary let out a heavy breath, and reminded forcefully: "It's time for you to judge him."

"No more trial." Lord Ming was in a good mood, closed the book of life and death with a click, and smiled at the new dead ghost opposite, "Send it to the Ming River to repair the bridge."

"You forgot again, that bridge has already been repaired." The ghost emissary couldn't hold back, and sneered, "Did you lose your mind when you saw an old friend?"

Yan Qingran was indeed excited, but it was definitely not for the reason that the ghost envoy thought.He blinked innocently, and finally restrained himself a bit, and returned to a calm and self-possessed look: "That's right, I lost my composure. No matter who comes, the trial procedure is essential."

That's what he said, but he did skip most of the normal process, and the final trial result was still to assign this ghost to the Styx River to repair the bridge.

With a cold face, the ghost envoy angrily threw the unknown new ghost by the bank of the Styx River, and then left without looking back.

The new ghost fell to the ground, not understanding what he had done.Could it be that the ruler of the underworld is also jealous of evil, wishing to tear the sinner apart?

They are not jealous of evil, but jealous of Yan Hengrui.Although Yan Hengrui's impression of his previous life has long been wiped out by Meng Potang, just seeing his face can bring back unpleasant memories of Mingjun and Ghost Messenger.To Ming Jun, Yan Hengrui symbolizes grievance and anger, but to Ghost Messenger, Yan Hengrui is the first scum he hates to the extreme.

There are always two people who seem to be a good match at first glance, but after careful reflection, one finds that one is a flower and the other is a pile of cow dung.

Yan Hengrui is that lump of cow dung.

"Look at you, you look like this again." Mingjun crossed his legs, swung his pen, and suddenly picked up a mirror from the table, and placed it in front of the ghost.

Wen Yanzhi chuckled and turned his head to the side.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Ming Jun wondered, "Look at your expression, it looks like you ate a fly."

"Yan Xi." The ghost messenger suddenly turned around and called Mingjun by his real name.

The long-lost address, the long-lost demeanor, but in the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand years have passed.

"What?" Ming Jun curled his lips, trying to tease this interesting subordinate.

However, the other party lowered his head again: "It's nothing, this subordinate has overstepped the rules."

That night, the ghost envoy held a round mirror and talked to Shuhuai in the demon king's bedroom through the air, scolding Yan Hengrui hundreds of words.

Shuhuai was also curious why he hated this guy so much.

"Go to hell with me." Wen Yanzhi scolded, "I have lived for so many years, this is the first time, the first time..."

"Choosing the wrong protagonist and writing the wrong story for the first time?" Shu Huai yawned, filling in for him what he hadn't finished.

The author has something to say: Wen Yanzhi: I have lived for so long, this is the first time I stood on the wrong cp, and I even produced food!Don't stop me, I'm going to kill Yan Hengrui!

Shuhuai: There are too many CPs on the site, so it is inevitable to be a fake one.Just get used to it, you have to calm down.

Went to eat.