Pluto's Favorite: Miss Nine

Chapter 424 Are You Going To Murder Your Husband?

Yuan Ji raised his eyebrows, and smiled very lightly: "Cengfan is still so righteous, how thick-skinned is Emperor Underworld?"

"Whoever eats food, I have money." He is the master of the eight fields, and the most important thing is money.

Yuan Ji smiled: "The real person of this inn has taken care of it."

Bei Mingye was choked, put down the bowl he was holding, put his arms around his chest and stopped eating.

Yun Chuxi raised his forehead, the two horoscopes don't match, and it's amazing that he can still make a good meal.

Glancing at someone who was sulking, and then at Yuan Ji, who was calm and breezy, Yun Chuxi coughed: "This glutinous rice ball is a gift from the store." The implication has nothing to do with Yuan Ji.

Hearing her words, Bei Mingye was overjoyed, picked up the glutinous rice balls, and ate them with gusto.

The food came to the table one after another, and Yun Chuxi stopped moving his chopsticks when he was [-]% full.

His hands and feet were freezing cold. Seeing that everyone had almost eaten, he got up and went back to his room.The tall and thin man before gave each one a wooden sign with the corresponding room number.

When he found his own room, he realized that he was next to Yuan Ji, while Bei Mingye was arranged on another floor.Entering the magic circle consumes spiritual power, so after coming out of it, the whole person looks very tired.

He took off his outer clothes and hid in bed.

After she fell asleep, a figure suddenly appeared in the room. Before the figure could stand still, a force pulled him and disappeared.

Looking at the calm man sitting opposite him, Bei Mingye frowned: "What are you doing?"

His tone was slightly cold, with anger.

"How does it taste?" Yuan Ji handed the brewed tea forward and said casually, "This tea is called Acacia, one of Chu Xi's favorite teas."

"Xixi likes it?"

Bei Mingye hesitated for a moment, picked up a cup, took a sip, and frowned: "Slightly bitter, slightly astringent. Would Xixi like this kind of thing?"

Yuan Ji: "Try another cup."

Bei Mingye: "...There is sweetness in the bitterness?"

Yuan Ji smiled and continued to pour a glass.

Bei Mingye picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp, this time what he tasted was sweet.

He drank three more cups in a row, and to his surprise, all three cups were miserable.

He rubbed the rim of the cup, frowned and looked at Yuan Ji: "What does this mean?"

Yuan Ji didn't answer him, and poured himself a drink.

It wasn't until Bei Mingye was about to run out of patience that the person on the opposite side spoke coolly, saying something that was true to the five senses in question: "Master Ming, you should go back to Yaye, that's where you should go."

"Don't bother you, I have my own concerns."

"You must leave tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Underworld Emperor, how long has it been since you contacted your subordinates?" Yuan Ji smiled meaningfully, with a touch of sarcasm on his handsome face: "I'm really sad for your subjects, because a king like you has come out."

Bei Mingye narrowed his eyes, and a cold light popped out of his pupils: "When will it be your turn to intervene in the matter of Yaye?"

Yuan Ji propped his head on one hand, with deep and shallow smiles, and a lazy voice: "Will I take care of the bad things about your rotten place? It's just..." He paused, laughing so much that he didn't want to be beaten. Lightly tapping the table with his index finger, he watched Bei Mingye's anger rise inch by inch.

Just as he turned to leave, Yuan Ji suddenly said, "There is internal turmoil in the Eight Fields."

Bei Mingye's expression changed abruptly, and the hand holding the bone flute suddenly tightened: "...Why did you tell me this?"

"I am happy."

Bei Mingye: "..."

He got up and left, walked to the door, and turned around suddenly: "What do you mean by letting me drink that tea?"

"Oh!" Yuan Ji played with the cup and smiled, "Drinking tea alone is boring, I want to find someone to go with."

"You..." Bei Mingye was furious, shook his sleeves and left.

He thought there was some deep meaning, but it turned out that this guy was playing tricks on him.

Then, it wasn't until much later that he realized how wrong he was.

Looking at the people who left, the smile on Yuan Ji's face sank, and he raised his head and drank the tea in the cup: "If you don't love love in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt it..."

He leaned against the window, looking at the stars all over the sky, feeling depressed for a while.

Civil strife broke out in Eight Fields, and Sanhuang was not much better.

He can't stay here for too long, Di Ji's resurrection ceremony cannot be delayed.

Those people in the upper world are already ready to move, and it is even more dangerous for her to follow them. It is the best choice for her to draw a clear line with them when she is not sure that nothing will happen.

He will cover up her appearance and breath, and give her a new identity.

Right now, she is a three-star Holy Spirit, and she has the ability to protect herself. With the power of Qiankun Jade, no one can bully her.

He was naturally reluctant to let her take risks alone, but he had to learn to let go.

Just like in her previous life, she was weak in front of him, but once she left him, she would be a cheetah.

She is more cunning in this life than in her previous life, more aggressive under her harmless appearance.

She's kind, kind, and only cares about people she cares about.

Once someone challenges her bottom line and touches her reverse scales, she will never be lenient when she makes a move.

He has seen her kindness before.

He has also seen her ruthlessness.

He was even more aware of her cunning.

He knew that even without his protection, she could live well.

However, when she really let go and let her fly, her heart felt uncontrollably uncomfortable.

Concerned about chaos, wise words...

Sighed: "Little girl, what should I do with you?"

Looking at the golden liquid in the cup, he couldn't help laughing, not knowing when the tea turned into wine.

He drank one cup at a time, and at some point, the table was already full of wine bottles.

His wine was good, and he went to bed obediently after drinking it.

It's just that there was a small mistake in the middle, and he lay directly on Yun Chuxi's bed.

Sensing that there are more people in the room, Xiao Shifang suddenly flashed out from the space, and saw clearly that it was Yuan Ji lying on the master's bed.

Pulling his eyelids, he turned a blind eye and went back to the space.

When Yun Chuxi woke up in the middle of the night, she found that there was someone lying on her side, and without even thinking about it, she kicked the black shadow away.

When she lit the lamp to look, she found that the person lying on the ground was actually a certain high priest.

Yun Chuxi was embarrassed.

"My lord priest, are you awake?" I stretched out my hand and pushed, but the other party didn't respond at all.

When he finally woke up this guy, he turned black and white and said, "Chu Xi is at midnight, what are you doing in this deity's house?"

At that moment, Yun Chuxi wanted to draw people's attention, who entered whose room?
However, with such a strong smell of alcohol, let's not bother with him for the time being.

Twitching the corners of her lips: "How much wine did you drink, and the smell of wine is so strong?"

He laughed, but didn't answer.

"It's cold on the ground, get up quickly."

Yun Chuxi stretched out his hand to pull him, but he pulled her into his arms with a slight force, and his chin hit his chest, and he hummed slightly: "Little girl, are you murdering your husband?" Elegant and low , sounds great.

"My lord priest, you ran into my room just to play hooligans?" He slapped his restless hands away and quickly got up from the ground.

(End of this chapter)