I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhi'an was dumbfounded and was about to faint. He looked at Ji Zhaoran and Ji Zhaoran across the endless Yin soldiers, his eyes turned a thousand times, puzzled, dazed, unbelievable, and finally started self-hypnosis in the extremely chaotic environment.

It must be a coincidence.

Ji Zhaoran was sending a message to someone else, but Ji Shaoran sent it to the wrong person.

Ning Zhi'an paralyzed herself in her heart: Yes, it must be like this.

The unlucky ghost next to him cursed: "Fuck, how can you be so evil!" It raised its hands in surrender, and walked up to the Yin soldiers. White didn't know what to say, and the ghost was bound by its wrists, and jumped up angrily Swear at White.

"It turns out that you are that conscientious, shameless, shameless dog scalper who has no moral bottom line. You have the ability to challenge me one-on-one!"

White didn't know: "What kind of scalper dares to slander the upright ghosts in broad daylight, it really chills the ghosts."

"You resell signed photos of unemployed starlets, and use your own account as a pawn to drive up the price!"

Hearing the unemployed little star, Ning Zhian came back to his senses a little. He stood up, ignored Ji Zhaoran who was walking towards him slowly, and the ghosts on both sides who made way for Ji Zhaoran like a tide, and called out to escort the ghost in a low voice. Yin Soldier: "Can you wait for a while?"

The leader of the Yin soldiers bowed respectfully to Ning Zhi'an: "You have the final say."

Ning Zhi'an reached out to White: "Here."

White reluctantly took out a signed photo from his pocket: "Big Daddy, I'm going to keep the last one for myself."

Ning Zhi'an handed the signed photo to the ghost: "Don't escape from prison again, I'm in a hurry today, so I won't give you anything else, let your sister contact White, or go to the forum to find me, and I'll send her a few manuscripts."

The ghost asked the Yin soldiers who were guarding him strangely: "Who is this man?"

White: "Unemployed little star."

"Ah, you are an unemployed little star?!"

It turned out that after searching for a long time, the person was on top of his chair...

That ghost completely collapsed, and the whole ghost image was a little loose. It wished to raise its head to the sky and scream, and asked the last question unwillingly: "It's just to catch me during the Chinese New Year. Why did you send so many ghosts???"

The leader of the Yin soldiers looked at Ji Zhaoran secretly: "We are here to welcome the queen... to welcome Mr. Ning, and I just arrested you by the way."

Ning Zhi'an and the ghost couldn't accept this statement, and at the same time they were shaken by the shock.

The chaos faded away, the Yin soldiers disappeared quietly and orderly, and White and the Hanged Ghost were also missing.

Standing not far from him, Ji Zhaoran repeated clearly and slowly, relentlessly: "Ning Zhi'an, I'm here."

Ning Zhi'an looked at him, then slowly lowered his head, and wiped the screen blankly, as if he wanted to erase the words Ji Shaoran alive.

The phone must be broken, otherwise why would there be Ji Shaoran in front of him.

Ji Shaoran... Ji Zhaoran...

Damn it, why did he find out that the name is so similar today! ?

Ning Zhi'an blinked blankly, ready to make the final struggle

He opened the chat box with Ji Shaoran, and slowly sent him a message: [Smiling] Hello, did you find the wrong person?

A notification sound came from Ji Zhaoran's phone.

Ning Zhi'an shuddered.

He didn't believe in evil, and made a voice call to the other party.

Ji Zhaoran connected in front of him, staring at him without blinking his dark eyes: "Hello?"

Details that had been overlooked in the past flooded into the mind.

"That friend of mine still doesn't know that his boyfriend is a living Hades, he feels more stupid than me."

"If your boyfriend is the ghost king, what would you think?"

"Still stupid."

"I took a screenshot."

Ning Zhi'an's mentality collapsed: the idiot was actually himself!

His heart was extremely chaotic, with thousands of thoughts crowded in his chest, and he couldn't find an outlet to calm his thoughts.He wanted to ask if things were as I guessed, if you knew this all along, and why Ji Zhaoran was Ji Shaoran, but in the end he couldn't hold back and blurted out:

"You actually don't allow me to drink yogurt and lick the lid?" Ning Zhi'an couldn't believe it.

"No," Ji Zhaoran approached, and the electric current overlapped with the voice in reality: "It can only be done in front of me."

"You still dreamed of me?" Ning Zhi'an needed to sort things out one by one: "Ji Zhaoran, you are so scheming!" How could he not think of such a trick!

What did Ji Zhaoran do?The vague temptation in the dream, screenshots of WeChat routines, both soft and hard, must make the name Ji Shaoran show its presence here in Ning Zhi'an.

What did Ning Zhi'an do, telling stories, watching movies... she was short of directly reporting the ID number of the unemployed starlet to Ji Zhaoran.

They're not on the same level at all!

"You've been able to see sheep and sheep a long time ago, haven't you?" Ning Zhi'an gritted her teeth in shame and indignation: "You really deserve to be a film king."

Ji Zhaoran pinpointed him in a roundabout way but precisely: "I was also shocked when I found out that you were an unmarried father outside behind my back."

"..." Skip this one for now, Ning Zhi'an showed a stern attitude: "I still praised you for being masculine and upright in my dream, and ghosts would be afraid of seeing you, and you didn't even refute it."

"In order to use me as a talisman, you knocked on my door in the middle of the night and said that I look like your father." Ji Zhaoran answered him with a picky look.

Ning Zhi'an couldn't sit still, she felt that she needed to take a walk to calm down.

As the sky darkened, orange street lights lit up in the park, elongating two shadows, one in front and one behind.

Ning Zhi'an didn't hang up the phone, he recalled it, and asked sharply: "While watching the movie, did you imply that I was that idiot?"

Ji Zhaoran smiled behind him: "Finally, I have come to my senses."

So arrogant.

He deliberately chose the meeting place in the middle of the lake, just thinking in his heart that if Ji Zhaoran really did not accept that he was an honorary underworld person, he would not be able to leave immediately, and would have to walk to the parking lot.

At that time, he can still follow behind and have a heart-to-heart talk with the other party.

Unexpectedly, Ji Zhaoran was following behind.

"It's a shame that I was fighting ghosts on the forum because of you," Ning Zhi'an snorted coldly, "Maybe you are watching my jokes in front of the computer."

"You upvoted the black post that I can't do it," Ji Zhaoran asked in confusion, "Are you dissatisfied with me?"

Another small detail was suddenly caught by Ning Zhi'an.

Ji Zhaoran likes to toss him, using his legs and hands, making him hoarse and begging for mercy, but he never mentions making it to the last step.

Stopping in her tracks, Ning Zhi'an looked back at him in astonishment: "You didn't... did you..."

"I'm afraid you will regret it." Ji Zhaoran cut off the phone, and walked towards him with long legs: "But I don't want to give you a chance to regret it."

With a bang, at 07:30, the atmosphere group went online on time, and gorgeous fireworks exploded not far away.

The dark night was dyed with streamers by the fireworks, Ning love season, red and green mixed together, festive and a little ugly, even the six letters of Chinese and English lived up to the promise, and there was no misfire.

It's really vulgar...

Ji Zhaoran nodded: "Well...very pleasantly surprised."

Ning Zhian's brain finally went online, thinking of his other creative arrangements, he doesn't really want to talk now.

"Ding", Ji Zhaoran received a regular email notification.

Seeing the rare astonished expression on Ji Zhaoranjun's face, Ning Zhi'an had the mentality of hurting the enemy eight hundred and self-defeating one thousand: Unexpectedly, this little surprise is far from enough.

"...You have an email from the Honorable Underworld." Ji Zhaoran's chest shook when he spoke, and he read the email while smoothing Ning Zhian's hair slightly.

"Ji Zhaoran, when you received this email, I should have confessed everything to you. That's right, the little scholar in the story is me."

……

"The following are the benefits you can enjoy as an honorary partner of the underworld. There is no other meaning, just to tell you."

"First: I will ask my friend White to collect a deposit every year, so that after we die, we will be among the richest people in the underworld."

"Second: I have a luxury villa by the Wangchuan River. If you want, I will invite ghosts to renovate it and build our love nest together."

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"Ninth: The folk customs in the underworld are simple and simple. I have cultivated a large number of safe and sound CP fans. CP fans belong to the joint property of husband and wife. If you want to leave me, the subsequent division will be very troublesome."

"Tenth: I am one of the top ten outstanding youths in the underworld, and enjoy a certain social status in the underworld. If you are with me, I will share everything about me with you without reservation."

Ji Zhaoran finished reading one by one, smiled and kissed Ning Zhi'an's ear: "Thank you baby."

Ning Zhi couldn't install it, her ears turned red purely, but she still had a pretty face: "Don't call me nonsense, I want to withdraw this email, and I have to rethink how to deal with you."

"I have screenshots," Ji Zhaoran said.

Ning Zhi'an stared at him incredulously.

His emotions are easy to interpret, Ji Zhaoran admits frankly: "I'm shameless."

Ning Zhi'an was convinced.

His spirit was shocked, his faith was challenged, and he was led by Ji Zhaoran for a walk in a daze. After a while, he realized that this road seemed familiar.

Turning a corner, two rows of underworld readers stood neatly on both sides of the path.

Back then, the hanged ghost who kept saying that he wanted Ji Zhaoran to enjoy the treatment of the first lady of the underworld, coyly gave Ning Zhi'an the flower plug.

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Ghost Lu from behind handed flowers to Ning Zhi'an one after another, with a kind smile on his face: "Big Daddy, I wish you happiness."

One ghost and one, and after a while Ning Zhi'an was holding a large bouquet in his arms. He lowered his eyes, staring at the flowers he had asked for thousands of times, realizing with a blank expression.

This is the treatment of the first lady of the underworld.

When the path came to the end, the Hanged Ghosts and the others tactfully withdrew, Shen Luoze's fireworks were still burning in full, and Ning Zhi'an held a large bouquet of flowers and asked the last question: "When did you know?"

Ning Zhi'an pursed her lips and looked at him, most wanting to find out the answer.

He wanted to know, when did Ji Zhaoran know that he was unlucky enough to post the text in the underworld, when did he know that he ran to his room because he was afraid of ghosts, when did he know all his little tricks, but let him be stupid.

"The day of the car accident." Ji Zhaoran said.

Ning Zhi'an raised her face in bewilderment.

The street lamp slanted over his head, and a long shadow was drawn behind Ji Zhaoran. He said patiently, "I could always see ghosts when I was young. My dad invited the host of Yunchan Temple and gave me the Buddhist beads from the town temple. Can't see."

He raised his bony wrist: "Remember, that cinnabar bracelet of Buddha beads."

"Is it because the Buddhist beads are broken?" Ning Zhi'an asked sullenly.

"No." Ji Zhaoran looked at him: "I want to remember."

"Have you seen that car? It stands to reason that the king of Hades couldn't save him if it crashed like that." Ji Zhaoran smiled: "Fortunately, I am the king of Hades."

"When I was in the hospital bed, there were too many messy memories. I had a headache and thought, if you really died in a car accident, you are so unlucky and stupid, who will protect you in the future."

"The reason I didn't tell is the same as the reason you hesitated. I was worried that you were afraid of me and that you would run away."

Ji Zhaoran's fingertips were warm, and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears in Ning Zhi'an's eyes. He said gently and solemnly: "Ning Zhi'an, I don't eat people, and I won't rape you domestically, but it's not as bad as you think. Straightforward and masculine."

When he was speaking, the gate of hell opened slowly, and the gate of life and death revealed its true face in front of Ning Zhi'an.

Ji Zhaoran asked: "Do you dare to go and see with me?"

Behind Ning Zhi'an is the bright fireworks in the world, and in front of him are endless Yin soldiers, kneeling neatly and solemnly: "Congratulations on the return of my king."

Ning Zhi'an held a large bouquet of flowers and nodded vigorously.

This world is prosperous, and this underworld is absurd.

It's an honor to go on an adventure with you.

The author has something to say:

Shen Luoze: Brother is still rocking the tweed!

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