I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

While waiting for Ji Zhaoran, Ning Zhi'an sat on the ponytail while holding the phone, looking around vigilantly.

After seeing no ghosts and no staff paying attention to him, Ning Zhi'an contacted Xiaoqian again.

[My mother will be useful when I was born: Xiaoqian, can you contact White now? 】

Xiaoqian replied to him: [Little star, do you have a bad memory? He went looking for you! 】

This matter is a bit complicated to explain, and Ning Zhi'an didn't receive a call from White, and it was difficult to explain it clearly to Xiaoqian in a few words, so Ning Zhi'an replied to her directly:

[I didn't see him. A colleague from our production crew received a call from him. He said that he had encountered an emergency on the road and asked me to get him some money. 】

Xiaoqian didn't seem to be surprised that White would stray halfway, she replied easily: [Then you can burn some money for him.If it is paper money, burn the version of the bank of the underworld, the exchange rate is better now; if it is ingots, burn some yellow and white ones together. 】

???

Are ghosts paying so much attention now?

Ning Zhi'an asked again: [Then if I burn paper money, will he receive it?Won't it be taken away by other ghosts? 】

Xiaoqian: [You write White's name on the paper money, and the money burned to the underworld can go straight to Jiuquan, so you don't have to worry about the little ghosts robbing it. 】

Ning Zhi'an couldn't help complaining: [Is the culture of giving and accepting bribes in the underworld so outrageous, how can you just bribe the underworld like this? 】

Xiaoqian: […]

Xiaoqian: [Shh, shhh, our leader is watching! 】

Ning Zhi'an has had a long-standing grudge against their website, but the website pages are full of small advertisements in the underworld, and there is not even an entry point for complaints.

Now that Xiaoqian's leader is nearby, how can he let go of the opportunity?

Ning Zhi'an crazily output in the dialog box: [Meng Po Tang Novel Network, Overlord Clause, don't talk about ghost virtue!Not respecting the author's privacy and freedom of writing has seriously affected the author's physical and mental health. When the author is approached by ghosts, none of the high-level executives of your website is innocent! ! 】

After he sent this message, Xiaoqian was silent for a long time.

After Ji Zhaoran had finished talking to Zhou Weiyu and took Ning Zhian away from the crew, Xiaoqian slowly came back with news.

[Little star, you are quite powerful, our leader's neck is crooked by you.Hahahahaha just now our leader was looking for quick-acting heart-rescue pills. 】

Ning Zhi'an sat in the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt consciously, and when he saw Xiaoqian's message, he replied proudly: 【Ha! 】

He sat upright, with a beautiful arc on the corner of his mouth, like a cunning little fox.

After thinking about it, he felt that his smile was too revealing, and he cleared his throat to hide it, and glanced at Ji Zhaoran quietly from the corner of his eye.

Ji Zhaoran was driving the car, his black cuffs were folded twice, revealing a thin wrist.

At the red light, he stepped on the brakes, and without knowing what he was thinking, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel twice, and there were faint traces of sandalwood beads on his wrist bones.

The bracelet was held together by a black silk thread, and there were eight sandalwood beads in total, which had been finely polished and polished. The small beads were full of dark light, and each was carved exquisitely, with intricate patterns.

In the middle of the brown sandalwood beads, there is a grain of bright red cinnabar, and there is a bit of monster in the solemnity.

Ning Zhi'an couldn't help but look sideways, he didn't understand these things, so he felt that Ji Zhaoran's clothes looked strangely good-looking.

The red light was short, and the green light was on. Sensing Ning Zhian's gaze, Ji Zhaoran's eyes fell on the front, and he asked Ning Zhian jokingly: "What's the matter, my wrists are so long that you are dissatisfied?"

"impossible."

Ning Zhi'an denied it without thinking.

He retracted his gaze, thinking of the miserable situation he was living under, and whether he could get through tonight depended on Ji Zhaoran's mood, and added very definitely: "Everywhere you look is very satisfying."

When Ning Zhi'an said this, her tone was very firm, thinking how handsome Teacher Ji is, this is not even a rainbow fart, but the truth.

In the back seat, Xiao Zhou, who had been eavesdropping with his ears blushing...

Where does it look so satisfying?

Is this something his assistant can hear without paying?

Unexpectedly, Brother Ning usually doesn't show his mountains and dews, and he speaks quite boldly.

Xiao Zhou quietly observed Ji Zhaoran again.

Ji Zhaoran's shoulders were broad and straight, he drove the car calmly, he didn't seem to be overwhelmed by this sentence, and he didn't even continue to answer Ning Zhian's words.

Xiao Zhou sighed secretly, as expected of a film king, those who have seen the big world are different, and they can feel at ease when they hear such words!

……

Ji Zhaoran drove the car steadily, but the wheels unconsciously slipped to the green belt on the left.

Fortunately, the speed of the car was very slow, and the body quickly turned back in time, and the other two people in the car didn't notice it.

Behind the Maybach, the owner of the Sagitar chatted with the co-pilot.

"Look at the car in front of you, the driver was taken aback, right? He can go off on such a straight road, what are you thinking???"

It was already evening when the car drove into the hotel parking lot. It was getting dark quickly in winter, and the sky was already stained a layer of smoky blue before I knew it.

Ning Zhi'an unbuckled his seat belt, and followed behind Ji Zhaoran step by step.

Downstairs in the hotel, the group of ghosts hadn't broken up yet, not only did they not break up, Ning Zhi'an even found Xiaohong and the little girl from inside.

Ning Zhi'an followed behind Ji Zhaoran, bit the bullet and endured the resentful gazes of a group of ghosts, he secretly cast a look at Xiaohong: Who are you with?

Xiaohong stuck out her tongue: "I just went out to play all night, and you did this kind of thing, Gu Bei'an, you are so cruel!"

... Ning Zhi'an regretted letting her read those messy articles.

After staying in the crew for a day, the formation of these ghosts is a little different.

In addition to standing in two distinct rows, the kid who recited the text in the morning was also surrounded by several ghosts.

The little ghost's complexion was black and dark, and his whole body exuded a heavy gloomy air. Looking at Ning Zhi'an who was getting closer and closer, he trembled slightly for some reason.

On the table in front of him, there were language books, dried mangoes and several war books.

???

Why is there still a letter of war?

Ning Zhi'an was a little curious, but didn't dare to look too much, followed Ji Zhaoran like a meteor, and walked into the hotel gate.

A group of ghosts watched Ning Zhian follow Ji Zhaoran away.

That actor's breath is too strong, with that man around, they can't get close to the unemployed little star!But it doesn't matter, they ghosts, the last thing they lack is time.

Every ghost who joined the Qixing operation will never give up easily.

After Ning Zhi'an left, the group of ghosts came alive again.

At Gumantong's place, several aggressive ghosts surrounded him and flickered him in a serious manner. "You are an out-of-town ghost. It's normal for you not to understand the rules here. In our place, ghosts without a temporary residence permit have to go through the challenge of 49 ghosts. Only after winning can they have legal resident status. Okay, put it down quickly. Chinese textbook, let’s make a move!”

After saying this, the ghosts wanted to maintain the Sino-Thai friendship in the underworld, and put their hands together and added: "Sawadee Ka~"

Gumantong was exhausted.

This night, none of these ghosts let him sleep. He is still a little ghost and needs a long sleep time.

On the other hand, the little girl with shofar braids is drinking Wangzai cowboy, and is surrounded by a group of female ghosts who want to tie her hair.

The little girl has a strong smell of that star, and it seems that she is the kid raised by that little star.

Why is there such a big difference in treatment when they are all brats?

Gumantong felt wronged.

The remaining two waves of ghosts are still debating.

A ghost walked around with its hands behind its back and said: "The friend of the other party said just now that falling in love will affect your writing, so I would like to ask, if you have no love experience, how will you experience the ups and downs of feelings, and how to write down your pen? What about the thrilling and unrequited love?"

The other ghost shook his head: "I don't agree with the other party's argument. It's not impossible to fall in love. But there are so many fanarts of Da Da Da and Ghost King in the underworld. Don't you look exciting? There are so many handsome ghosts in the underworld. , why do we have to let the big eyes be confined to the man in the world?"

After saying this, all the ghosts present were silent for a moment, collectively showing all their thoughts.

Seeing this, the ghost cocked its mouth and smiled wisely: "We can definitely turn the big export into domestic sales!"

After entering the hotel without any danger, Ning Zhi'an and Ji Zhaoran walked side by side in the corridor on the fifth floor.

When Ji Zhaoran opened the door of Room 509, Ning Zhi'an stood aside cheekily, even though the opposite was his own room, he turned a blind eye to it.

Who knows if it will be full of ghosts? Before White comes, no one can separate him from Mr. Ji!

Ning Zhi'an murmured: "Mr. Ji, if every wanderer who misses home can meet such a broad-minded person as you, then there may be a lot less lonely wanderers who cry in lonely nights!"

Ji Zhaoran paused when he swiped his card, he raised his eyelids, and said without any fluctuation in his tone: "Ning Zhi'an, you are really good at chatting."

Ning Zhi'an accepted this compliment, accepted it as soon as it was good, and stood obediently in front of Ji Zhaoran.

The lights on the corridor stretched the shadows of the two people, and at the corner of the corridor, a few sneaky ones who came to investigate were piled up in a corner. Hearing this, he agreed: "We are big, and the literary talent is indeed very good."

Ji Zhaoran originally wanted to make Ning Zhi'an go back to his room with a cold face, and reflect on his behavior, but he always thought of the phrase I'm afraid he said in his sleep, and the pitiful look with red eyes when he was homesick.

Little bastard, young and capable of irritating people.

Ji Zhaoran was so upset that he opened the door with a handsome face.

The little bastard "ziliu" got into the room at once.

After washing his hands, when Ning Zhi'an came out of the bathroom, Ji Zhaoran had already taken off his coat, and with one hand, he unfastened two buttons of the shirt stuck around his neck.

When the incandescent light fell, Ji Zhaoran painted a cool white glaze on Ji Zhaoran's already handsome and deep outline, and the protruding Adam's apple was sexy and cold.

I don't know if it's because the room is too stuffy, but Ning Zhi'an's eyes fell on Ji Zhaoran's side face and neck, and suddenly he felt a little hot in his head, and his throat felt dry for a while.

Ning Zhi'an felt that he might be too hot, so he unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and gulped down.

Ji Zhaoran was flicking the remote control with lowered eyes, and he glanced at the end of his eyes. Seeing that the child was drinking water in such a reckless manner, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and touched Ning Zhian's throat with his fingertips: "Drink slowly, No one is robbing you."

Ning Zhi'an kept his head up, and the pause button was pressed on the portrait.

"Oh!" After two seconds, Ning Zhi'an slowly put down the water bottle, wiped his lower lip, and then defended himself: "But I'm really thirsty."

Ji Zhaoran switched the TV to the children's channel again, and there were those sheep on the screen. "No matter how thirsty you are, you can't drink water like this."

Pushing Ning Zhi'an onto the sofa, Ji Zhaoran said: "I'll make a few phone calls, you can read on, don't forget the homework I gave you."

Aside from being an actor, Ji Zhaoran is still the boss of Xinyue. When sitting at the desk and having a video conference, Ning Zhi'an felt that Ji Zhaoran was different from the teacher Ji in the crew he knew.

The person on the other end of the video reported his work in the background sound of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf with a delicate expression.

Ji Zhaoran bent his index finger, tapped the table lightly occasionally, and said a few words in a calm tone.His expression was a little more serious than before, and he seemed to be able to handle everything with ease.

Ning Zhi'an's eyes fell on the TV at first, and he listened absently to Ji Zhaoran's words, and then he simply thought about how to burn paper for White.

It's definitely not feasible to be on the set during the day. There are so many equipment and people in the set, and safety comes first.

But if you go downstairs...there are so many ghosts downstairs.

If he went down to burn paper for White, wouldn't that be a trap? ? ?

Who would have thought that he was a silly little star on the surface, but secretly he was hunted down by a group of readers from the underworld, and he didn't even dare to go downstairs!

Thinking about it this way, the already riddled heart of the unemployed little star became even more desolate.

When Ji Zhaoran finished making the video call, Ning Zhi'an was still biting her finger, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, apparently immersed in her own thoughts.

The neckline of his sweater was slanted, his skin was fair and delicate, revealing a delicate and thin collarbone.

But Ning Zhi'an didn't realize it, her beautiful brows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were drooping, obviously a bit troubled.

Ning Zhi'an didn't realize that Ji Zhaoran had come to him until he felt the light in front of him dim.

Ji Zhaoran looked away, not pursuing Ning Zhian's disobedience and not watching cartoons. "Are you hungry, let me take you out for dinner?"

The words "Take you out" made Ning Zhi'an enlightened.

He is so stupid, why did he forget that he still has Teacher Ji!

Ning Zhi'an regained his energy all of a sudden.

He sat up straight, raised his eyelashes, and looked up at Ji Zhaoran.His eyes were clear, like a pitiful puppy, and his tone was full of expectation.

"Mr. Ji, after dinner, can you do one more thing with me?" Thinking that his request might be a bit abrupt to Ji Zhaoran, he added: "It might be a bit out of line, but don't worry, It won't take you long."

In order to show that he really won't occupy Ji Zhaoran for a long time, Ning Zhi'an pinched his fingertips lightly and made a small gesture.

The combination of these words is so disgusting that Ji Zhaoran's forehead twitched.

And inexplicably felt that Ning Zhian's tone and expression seemed familiar.

as predicted.

In the next second, Ning Zhi'an had an innocent expression, and made that very outrageous request in a sincere tone.

"Mr. Ji, can you accompany me to burn some paper?"