I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhi'an was plucked a lot by White, and he was asked to do things with peace of mind, but he and Ji Shaoran were not related, so there was no need to scare the living King of Hades who didn't need a knife for a platinum bag, but could also sell after-sales services in the underworld.

In the worst case, I bought one out of my own pocket. Xiaohong has worked so hard for him to take care of a lot of things, so it should be rewarded.

But Ning Zhi'an didn't expect that if he didn't go, the mountain would come, but the mountain would come to him.

Caught off guard, Ning Zhi'an received a message from Ji Shaoran.

Ji Shaoran: Xie Bi'an said that you have something to do with me.

Ning Zhi'an had just finished filming a short film for charity, and before she could take off her makeup, she gritted her teeth the moment she saw the message, and resentfully classified White into the category that she should never have close friendships with.

Ning Zhi'an: [Smiling] Hello, White may have misremembered, I have nothing to bother you about.

Ji Shaoran: [Picture], I have found it for you.

Such a calm and knowing question, as if the initial inquiry was just a casual tease of the other party.

Ning Zhi was silent for a moment, followed in White's footsteps, and also learned to betray a friend in adversity: I have the opportunity to let Xiaohong thank you in person.

Ji Shaoran seems to be innately incapable of knowing when enough is enough: What about you?

Ning Zhi'an: I feel warm for Xiao Hong.

Ji Shaoran: That's how smart I am.

Ning Zhi'an was at a loss for a moment, not understanding the meaning of this sentence, isn't he always very smart?

After saying such a sentence with unclear semantics, Ji Shaoran said again: I will send it to you later.

Ning Zhi'an immediately replied: No need, just let White give it to Xiao Hong, you are so enthusiastic!

Ji Shaoran: I am not enthusiastic.

Ning Zhi'an: No, you are enthusiastic.

Ji Shaoran: Still stupid.

Why are you still insulting people?Ning Zhi'an quit the chat interface in embarrassment, feeling that the quality of this ghost king is really worrying, but fortunately he had a bit of empathy for Ji Shaoran's situation at the beginning.

No wonder White sent "another copy", perhaps because the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked.

When Ji Zhaoran came home, Ning Zhi'an was sleeping on his side on the desk, the orange light fell evenly on his peaceful sleeping face, spreading a soft halo on the people in front of him.

When he fell asleep, he still held the pennant tightly. On the red satin, next to "Another Book", the words "Gentleman, Revenge" were symmetrically added. .

The corner of Ji Zhaoran's mouth curled up into a smile, and he picked him up. The other party obediently hugged him around the back of his neck, and complained in a sleepy nasal voice: "Don't hug him like that, it looks like I'm not masculine."

"What makes you masculine?" Ji Zhaoran asked as he walked.

Ning Zhi'an was in a daze, and continued to pretend to be asleep when he couldn't answer. When he was put on the bed, he couldn't help curling up to absorb the shock.

There was a mocking laugh in his ear, Ning Zhian himself felt that the pretense was too clumsy, so he opened his eyes again: "I'm sleeping in the study, you have to wake me up."

Ji Zhaoran untied his collar: "I'll get you back again."

"No," Ning Zhi'an woke up instantly, rolled quickly to take a shower, there was intermittent sound of water in the bathroom, after a long while, he came back with wet hair, pretended to chat and asked, "Ji Zhaoran, what are your plans for the next few days?" ?”

Ji Zhaoran's birthday is coming soon, and he writes the book day and night to free up time and concentrate on planning for him.

Unfortunately, Ji Zhaoran's birthday today falls on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the ghost festival of the lunar calendar, but Ning Zhi'an feels that maybe this is another kind of fate.

It happened that on this day, he was going to spend his first birthday with Ji Zhaoran, he didn't want to hide any more, he wanted to give him his most important secret, and introduce his other group of friends to him.

If Ji Zhaoran accepts, he can be with him for many birthdays in the future.

Ji Zhaoran didn't answer, and took out the hair dryer from the bedside table: "Come here, blow dry your hair."

"You have a lot of things to do." Ning Zhi'an muttered, wanting to say that he was like a father, but the lesson of the father-son college entrance examination incident last time was still fresh in his memory, so he obediently sat down with his back to him.

Turning on the hair dryer, Ning Zhian's black hair was messy, Ji Zhaoran lowered his eyes, and what he saw was a porcelain white slender neck.

The wind stopped, Ji Zhaoran stroked his soft hair, and asked clearly: "Want to celebrate my birthday?"

"Don't say it," Ning Zhi'an was seen through, and reprimanded: "You don't know how to be fun!"

"I can understand, but you have to be mentally prepared." Ji Zhaoran pinched the back of his neck.

A little itchy, Ning Zhi'an flinched a little, looked up at his protruding Adam's apple, thinking that you shouldn't be too crazy, who needs to be mentally prepared?

"By the way," Ning Zhi'an came to his senses, and asked him with a relaxed voice, "Your birthday is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month. You won't be afraid, right?"

"Are you afraid?" Ji Zhaoran asked back.

"Of course I won't. I've reformed myself now and don't have colored glasses for non-human beings." Ning Zhi'an emphasized his position thoughtfully, and then kicked him in dissatisfaction: "I'm asking you."

are you afraid?

Ji Zhaoran lowered his eyes, and smiled indistinctly: "You are not afraid, and I am not."

……

Since that day, Ning Zhi'an has been haunted and haunted, not being able to catch anyone for a day.

In a certain house not far from Ji Zhaoran's residence, Ning Zhi'an watched White and Shen Luoze's parrots fight in dismay.

These two seem to be born at odds, they pinch each other as soon as they meet, which makes Ning Zhi'an even more stressed, and wants to isolate one at random.

Taking advantage of the geographical advantage, Shen Luoze's house was used by Ning Zhi'an as a temporary meeting place, and a group of ghosts would visit from time to time.

Shen Luoze's mentality has matured, he is an atheist, atheist, what's the matter with a group of ghosts in the underworld?

Shen Luoze calmly took off the feathers on the top of his head, and proposed to Ning Zhi'an very pragmatically: "I think you still have to spend some real money, give away a house and a car, so that Ji Zhaoran can understand that you are not a vegetarian at the top."

"Is there any suggestion that is better and cheaper?" Ning Zhi'an showed distress, and said what she said like a weak husband who had to pay the public rations every day: "My salary is stuck with him."

"What???" Shen Luoze was stunned: "It turns out that Ji Zhaoran is a softie!"

In order to find a stepmother for the child, Ning Zhi'an had consciously given Ji Zhaoran his bank card in advance. He lived a simple life and hardly needed to spend money except for takeaways, so he didn't pay attention to Ji Zhaoran's movements.

Once by chance, Ning Zhi'an saw the balance in the card, put on his glasses in fright, counted several times with his fingers, and there were a few extra 0s at the end.

He thought that someone had transferred the wrong account, so he was shocked and told Ji Zhaoran, but the other party impatiently used financial management as an excuse to prevaricate him.

Ning Zhi'an called Shen Luoze to get closer, and showed him the balance of online banking, just to express his doubts: "Do you think he has loaned usury behind my back?"

Shen Luoze's eyes were turning red, he gritted his teeth and said, "He's really nothing!"

Ning Zhi'an decided to find time to talk to Ji Zhaoran.

He thought about it, and thought it was very romantic, he said: "Why don't you set off fireworks for him?"

Shen Luoze was speechless: "Fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited within the Fifth Ring Road. I don't want to go to the police station to catch you two."

"You think too much," Ning Zhi'an smiled extraordinarily happily: "You are the one to let it go, and Ji Zhaoran and I will enjoy the flowers."

While fighting with the parrot, White winked at Fan Wujiu at the same time.

I don't know what Ning Zhi'an said to that person, anyway, White's status in the underworld is quite high now, and he can support Fan Wujiu.

Shen Luoze was really convinced, the words he said and Fan Wujiu's eyes had somewhat the same goal: "Man, you are the first one who dares to use this young master in such a way."

Ning Zhi'an looked at him strangely: "Stop shopping in Chaohua."

"Beyond the fifth ring is the bottom line." Shen Luoze negotiated with him.

"No problem." Ning Zhi'an took out the map, swiped his finger, roughly selected a few locations, and carefully compared the pros and cons.

After choosing the location, Ning Zhi'an had another idea: "Can you customize the characters?"

It was too vulgar, Shen Luoze asked, "What word?"

Ning Zhi'an leaned closer, whispered to him, and uttered a few words softly.

"..." Shen Luoze raised his lips with difficulty: "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Ning Zhi'an: "I know that very well."

Shen Luoze went to contact the assistant with a pale face.

A few ghosts who had made friends with Ning Zhi'an were also present, and they were very dissatisfied after hearing his fireworks plan, feeling that it did not reflect the demeanor and level of the underworld.

The Hanged Ghost did his part: "I can perform a decapitated performance for the film king, to add to the fun of love."

The drowned ghost wiped the water stains seeping from his face, not to be outdone, and said, "I can artificially rain, and rain the acid rain of love for you on the spot, how romantic."

Is being a ghost a bit special these days? The dead ghost said shyly, "Then I'll give the actor a copy of the Road Traffic Safety Law. I wish you all a legal road."

"Thank you everyone." Ning Zhi'an twitched the corners of her mouth and said with a smile, "But it's really too grand."

"This is how the actor can appreciate the enthusiasm of the people of the underworld!"

Ning Zhi'an had another idea, pondered for a moment, and said, "Aren't there many ghosts in the underworld that day? I plan to contact more friends in the underworld. After I confess to Ji Zhaoran, I will take him for a walk, and those friends will take him for a walk." Zhuhua stands on both sides, and when they pass by, they show up one by one and give Ji Zhaoran a flower. "

"Isn't it very romantic?" Ning Zhi'an asked them proudly.

The ghosts were so excited that they almost fainted and clapped their hands. "You have to be big when you're in love!"

Shen Luoze was the only one left in the house who was still awake, and asked, "Didn't you say that Ji Zhaoran is immune to ghosts? How do you send flowers?"

"..."

"That's right." Ning Zhi'an murmured.

He and a group of ghosts hung their heads in despair at the same time, regretting that this plan could not be implemented.

White grabbed the parrot and said right away, "Daddy, the ghosts on July [-]th have buffs, so don't be afraid!"

"Don't lie to me again." Because of Ji Shaoran, Ning Zhi'an no longer had any hope for the credibility of White's words.

White scratched his head, and moved out a steady one: "Fan Wujiu, do you think so!"

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Fan Wujiu nodded helplessly.

The atmosphere heated up again, Ning Zhi'an happily discussed the details with a group of ghosts.

"Don't worry, leave the matter of shaking the ghost to me," said the hanged ghost, patting his chest, "I promise that the actor will enjoy the treatment of the first lady of the underworld!"

Ning Zhi'an also said very loyally: "I will prepare a new article immediately!"

The hanged ghost spoke out the hearts of all the ghosts: "It's best to bring the film king to the Ghost Festival party!"

"Then I'll try my best and discuss it when the time comes." Ning Zhi'an was not very sure about this, and he was also afraid.

After the planning was over, a group of ghosts bid farewell to Ning Zhi'an, gradually disappeared, and fled back to the underworld in a lively manner.

"The film king is really blessed!"

"It's time to pull up a banner in the underworld."

"If the actor knows that Da Da has such a status in the underworld, he will definitely love him to death."

Walking to Naihe Bridge, Fan Wujiu stopped suddenly.

"Stay here, everyone, the Palace of the King of the Underworld has something to ask."

???

What?

Anyone please? ? ?

A group of ghosts froze in place with bewildered faces, and the cigarettes of the hanged ghosts were all smoked backwards.

White was pretending at this moment, he flicked the Hook Soul lock, and said to a group of ghosts who didn't know what to face: "Behave well, when Qi Ye gets promoted, you will be the next Bai Wuchang."

After all, he said authoritatively: "Xiao Hei, your performance today is not bad."

Fan Wujiu glanced at him, and commented calmly: "You are very much like the eunuch next to the empress, and you are promoted by relying on the empress' favor."