I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhi'an fell asleep drunkenly, and when she woke up she had a splitting headache, she sat on the bed in a daze for a while before she recovered.

His mind went blank, and he experienced the hangover for the first time in his life. He only remembered a cool voice whispering in his ear: Ning Zhi'an, you are very capable.

"Are you awake?" The voice appeared again.

Ji Zhaoran leaned his legs on the head of the bed, looking at him with his head tilted.

Ning Zhi'an nodded slowly, and asked in a daze, "How much did I drink last night?"

"A bottle of beer." Ji Zhaoran replied.

"Too much." Ning Zhi'an got out of bed as if sleepwalking, his legs gave way and almost fell, he got up tenaciously, turned around and said to Ji Zhaoran: "Wine is really a bad thing, you don't want to drink it anymore."

He walked crookedly to the bathroom to wash up, Ji Zhaoran followed in a leisurely manner, leaning against the door frame with arms crossed.

Ning Zhi'an was brushing his teeth with unsteady movements while observing Ji Zhaoran from the mirror.

Ji Zhaoran's expression was as usual, he didn't show any emotion, and he didn't express his opinion on his wine.

Ning Zhi'an spat out toothpaste foam, and tentatively said with a weak mind: "I heard that some people are very exaggerated when they are drunk. They will fight dogs on the street, and they will talk nonsense that they are Qin Shihuang, and they will ask someone to borrow money to repair them. Imperial Tomb."

Ji Zhaoran smiled, raised his eyes and looked at him in the mirror: "You are much more obedient than them, you didn't have any trouble with dogs, and you didn't say any nonsense."

It seemed that he was very stable even when he was drunk, Ning Zhi'an secretly praised him.

"However..." Ji Zhaoran dragged his tone, and said slowly: "You said you liked Ji Zhaoran's black post."

"Cough...cough!" Ning Zhi'an was taken aback, and was half awake in an instant, coughing violently from choking, her eyelashes and eye sockets moistened.

Ji Zhaoran came closer, raised his hand to wipe away the choked tears from his eyes: "Why are you so scared, did you really do something bad?"

He asked softly curiously: "Ning Zhi'an, why did you upvote me?"

"Say I hate you? Say I don't treat you well?" Ji Zhaoran's voice was soft and gentle, staring at him with dark eyes, guessing: "Or am I not working hard enough on the bed?"

"me……"

Ji Zhaoran raised his eyes in surprise: "You really think so?"

"No! You can do it! You can do it!"

Ning Zhi'an said loudly, then covered her mouth in embarrassment.

He saw Ji Zhaoran smiled lightly, and Ning Zhi'an continued to say with a blushing pretty face: "What... What black post? Maybe it's drunken talk."

He repented in his heart, sorry, I am a pure bad man.

"Really?" Ji Zhaoran was noncommittal, and then asked with concern: "Is your leg healed?"

Ning Zhi'an was in a bad mood.

His legs were weak, his hands were weak, and he couldn't even hold the toothbrush, and it fell onto the sink with a crisp crashing sound.

Ji Zhaoran smiled, lowered his eyes and picked up his toothbrush, rinsed it with water and reapplied toothpaste: "What are you afraid of, you haven't done anything bad, what can I do to you."

Ji Zhaoran kissed his eyelid lightly. "The drinking capacity is so small."

The bathroom became quiet, Ning Zhi'an rinsed his mouth dully, and after a while, he slowly understood Ji Zhaoran's implication——

If you do something bad, I will kill you.

Ning Zhi'an's eyes were empty, and he wiped the sink numbly.

After a while, I opened the underworld forum as if I were dead——

Today's forum is very lively, mainly because of these two things.

First, all the black posts about the actor were deleted by the unemployed starlet for spreading false information, and then a forum homepage sent an anonymous request for help.

【In a moment of confusion, I upvoted my boyfriend's black post. He is so innocent, and he still doesn't know that I'm lying to him, but I'm so sad and guilty. 】

Landlord:

When I was angry with my boyfriend, I beat him up, pay attention!It's all black posts, but some good ghosts only make a fuss about our life as a couple, and even spread some outrageous rumors. They can't see anything else in their eyes, so dirty!

Really dirty!

I'm so dirty too, I'm not clean!

He is so simple, he believes everything I say, but the more I do this, the more I feel guilty!

Woohoo, what should I do, will he dump me?

1L: Sir, I want to read your ID number.

The landlord replied: I am not an unemployed starlet.

17L: It's simple, you blow [-] more, and from now on this forum will be the actor's troll.

The landlord replied: I am really not an unemployed starlet.

23L: Big, Tai treats the sisters as outsiders, won't the husband and wife talk about it?

The original poster replied: You have a share of the filth of the forum!

37L: Can you explain in detail why you lost your temper with the actor?

Landlord Reply: Take care of yourself!

56L: Well, actually men are easy to coax. Be sincere, show your sincerity, and say a few nice words. The Best Actor doesn’t seem like an unreasonable person. He will forgive you.

The landlord replies: Really, can I add you for a private chat on WeChat?

In the quiet and spacious office, Ji Zhaoran looked at the screen and suddenly smiled.

Fan Wujiu hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Ji Zhaoran asked.

"Those posts have been deleted." Fan Wujiu said in a roundabout way.

"It doesn't matter," Ji Zhaoran said lightly, "Do I need to care what they say?"

Fan Wujiu fell silent.

Perhaps because Ji Zhaoran still doesn't want to go back to the underworld, and likes to live like an ordinary person, Fan Wujiu habitually ignores the identity of the person in front of him——

He really doesn't need to care about these, he has the capital to despise all gossip.

"You're right." Fan Wujiu lowered his eyes.

Ji Zhaoran pinched his eyebrows.

Ning Zhi'an was hesitant, so he was willing to be the one who showed his flaws first, but the other party was always confused when they should be smart, and refused to accept the trick at all.

Unable to bear the other party's continued foolishness in the forum, Ji Zhaoran's slender fingers tapped on the keyboard——

Don't worry, he's not angry, and he won't break up with you.

Landlord reply: You know again?

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

Fan Wujiu: "..."

Ning Zhi'an added WeChat and learned the art of speaking from that sister, but he had nowhere to show it - he was going to participate in an event and went out of town the next day.

The event lasted for two days, and Ning Zhi'an stayed at the hotel that night.

The long-distance flight and the long red carpet made him a little tired. After taking a shower, Ning Zhian tied on the towel and couldn't wait to get into bed.

He originally wanted to make a video call to Ji Zhaoran, but the temperature of the dinner party was too low, Ning Zhi'an caught a little cold, and fell asleep top-heavy after a while.

The phone screen lit up twice, but Ning Zhi'an's eyelids were heavy and he couldn't spare the effort to pick it up.

In a drowsy state, Ning Zhi'an felt the citrus scent diffuse into the tip of his nose again, he felt very comfortable, and took a deep breath.

A pair of cool hands rested on his forehead, "So stupid."

After a while, Ning Zhi'an felt a heat on her lips, her lips and tongue were pried open, and the bitter taste of medicine flooded into her mouth.

Ning Zhi'an licked her lips eagerly, as if she wasn't satisfied with the kiss that the other party gave.

He grasped that hand relyingly, gently stroked the other's slender joints, put it to his lips, and whispered the title that he had been ashamed to say these two days: "Husband..."

He heard the other party's slightly heavy breathing.

That night, Ning Zhi'an dreamed of an unexpected person.

The room was dark and spacious, and Ning Zhian could only see the scarlet sofa in front of him. On the sofa, a tall and slender figure was sitting with his legs crossed.

Ning Zhi'an walked forward ignorantly, but was always blocked by shadowy mist, and couldn't see the person in front of her no matter what.

Ning Zhi'an was a little impatient, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Ji Shaoran." The tone was cold, like a sinking pool of water, but it was surprisingly pleasant.

Not knowing each other, Ning Zhi'an turned around and left.

"..." Ji Shaoran froze for a moment, then spoke slowly: "The ghost king of Fengdu, the master of the Palace of the King of Hades."

"It's you," Ning Zhi'an suddenly realized.

Perhaps because in the dream, there is no trace of everything, he is not driven by reason, and his behavior is all dependent on instinct, so he is not so timid.

Ning Zhian looked at him curiously.

"What are you looking at?" Ji Shaoran asked.

"Let me see what you look like." Ning Zhi'an's tone was a little disappointed: "You really don't have three heads? Shouldn't the ghost king be infinitely powerful, and how many arms should he have?"

"..." Ji Zhaoran uttered three words coldly in his heart: Fuck.

"I don't have three heads, so what I look like in life is what I look like in the underworld." Ji Shaoran paused, and added: "I can look at any age."

"Oh."

Ning Zhi'an nodded, and then put on a look of lack of interest and didn't want to talk anymore.But after thinking about it, it was all coming, and he said crisply: "Can you treat White better, he has been under a lot of pressure recently."

Ji Shaoran sneered: "He harassed my wife every day and wanted me to be gentle with him?"

Although Ning Zhi'an laughed at White when he confide in him, but in the face of the righteous master, Ning Zhi'an still couldn't help speaking for him: "Don't do this, he will always go to whomever he likes, there is no malice."

"And if you wear small shoes for him, your wife will be upset if she finds out."

Ji Shaoran asked: "What did you say?"

Why are you still deaf?

Ning Zhi'an raised her voice: "Your wife will be upset if she finds out!"

"Oh," Ji Shaoran's slightly cheerful voice came up: "My wife."

"Okay, I know I was wrong." Ji Shaoran spoke softly.

Probably because of the inadvertent gentleness of this ghost king, Ning Zhian thought that they were all people who were suffering from the same disease. He sighed and said, "To tell you the truth, I am also a yin and yang lover, and I understand your difficulty."

"Do you think it's not easy for you?" The other party's focus was very strange.

"No, I mean I can understand your mood, but my situation is different from yours."

"Why is it different?"

Ning Zhi'an said: "Anyway, I'm still a human being. As long as I work hard to break my boyfriend's stereotype of ghosts, I believe he will accept it."

"By the way, you don't know, do you?" Ning Zhi'an introduced himself, "I'm gay."

"..."

"Why am I different from you?" Ji Shaoran asked.

Ning Zhi'an analyzed the difference between them: "You are the king of ghosts, you can eat people faster than other ghosts. If you are raped by your family, then you can't even die."

"So if your wife finds out, she will be shocked. Anyway, she must not accept it as quickly as my boyfriend."

Ji Shaoran gritted his teeth: "I don't eat people, and I don't know domestic violence."

Ning Zhi reassuredly said that men's mouths are deceiving, not to mention you are super doubled.

Ning Zhi'an in the dream can be said to have no scruples, "You have to leave this to your wife, and see if she believes it after knowing your identity."

"Then what if it's you?" Ji Shaoran asked unclearly: "If your boyfriend is the King of Ghosts, what would you think?"

"What does this have to do with me?" Ning Zhi'an was upset, and said rebelliously in the dream: "Don't touch my boyfriend, he is upright and masculine, even many ghosts are afraid of him, how could he be like you. "

Ji Shaoran fell silent.

Probably because he was in a bad mood, he was directly expelled from the dream after a while.

Ning Zhi'an turned over and continued to sleep.

The next day, Ning Zhi'an woke up refreshed, and when he woke up, all the discomfort from last night had disappeared.

He stretched, belatedly recalling last night's dream.

All kinds of clarity in the dream came to mind.

No... no way...

Did he educate that living Hades in his dream?

Ning Zhi'an looked around the room vigilantly, then got under the covers and sent a message to White: I have a question for you, does the ghost king dream?

White talked about him left and right: Daddy, I have a Yinfeng Express for you, remember to sign for it later.

As soon as Ning Zhi'an put a question mark, someone knocked on the window of the hotel.

Opening the curtains, a courier-looking ghost was floating outside with a grin.

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Pulling open the curtains very slowly, the courier ghost said energetically, "Good morning! You didn't dare to knock on the door for fear of disturbing you, so I'll hand over the courier to you here!"

The courier box was no different from Yang Jian, when the package was torn open, there was a book inside, seeing the title of the book Ning Zhi'an frowned strangely.

Ning Zhi'an directly called White.

"Why did you send me this early in the morning?" Ning Zhi'an flipped through the book cover with a puzzled expression on his face.

"This is a book edited and edited overnight by our higher-ups in the underworld, and everyone in the underworld gets a copy."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Ning Zhi'an looked at the title of the book again: "100 Best Tales of the Ghost King"

White's voice continued: "Big Daddy, you must read carefully, I wrote the first few chapters! They are all adapted from real people and real events, absolutely true!"

Ning Zhian opened the first chapter:

The Enthusiastic Ghost King helped the grandmother cross the Naihe Bridge.