Fast-passing system: female support, not serious

Chapter 227 Pluto, We Have a Date (3)

Seeing that his sister was still sticking around, Bai Wu couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive and suspicious.

In the past, Xiao Hei was not a nympho at all, he handled cases impartially, he was indifferent and ruthless, he didn't like things girls liked, he looked like a puppet.

I really don't know what to say about this performance.

It's rare for my younger sister to be so interested in a person, but this person is the unattainable Pluto.

Although Pluto has a surprisingly good temper this year, he is not to be offended.

The corners of Bai Wuchang's eyes drooped, and he pulled Wei Qianluo's sleeve helplessly.

Wei Qianluo glanced at Heiwuchang angrily.

[Collapse is set, -100 points. 】

When the system notification sounded, Wei Qianluo's heart ached.

Wei Qianluo gathered her thoughts secretly, her face was calm, and she moved her steps lightly.

After walking a few steps, the voice was like jade beads rolling down on the plate, the voice was cold and joyful.

"My lord, your inkstone ink is almost exhausted."

Hearing this, Pluto glanced at the inkstone, and tapped the black pear wood tabletop with his bony fingers.

After a while, Pluto's voice came from afar.

[Hades favorability +5, current favorability is 35. 】

It was a deep and pleasant voice, with a flat tone.

"The inkstone in this hall is a gift from the god, and it will never be dry."

"..." Wei Qianluo's outstretched leg froze all of a sudden.

Fuck, please give me a stack of such inkstones.

This low-key but high-profile way of showing off... can't help but make Ben grit his teeth in frustration.

Wei Qianluo was in a complicated mood.

With an initial favorability of 30, could it be that Pluto likes the cool tone of the original owner?

Bai Wuchang and Wei Qianluo returned home.

Life in the underworld is not much different from life in the human world, but the style is a bit ancient.

Back in the original owner's room, I finally found a hint of girlishness among the blood-red Bana flowers in the vase... Except for this red, the other colors are black, white and gray.

It's a dark, cool tone...

Walking slowly to the mirror, Wei Qianluo scrutinized the original owner's appearance carefully.

A head of elegant and straight long hair reaching to the ankles, distant mountain black eyebrows, a pair of eyes like black pearls, a beautiful nose, and soft lips like roses.Together, they look like a frosty beauty.

Wei Qianluo couldn't help frowning.

Hmm, looks a little fierce.

Master Hei Wuchang must be majestic, and show some color to those guys who refuse to return to the underworld.

"Someone died again, it's time for you to work."

The phone rang in a hurry, Wei Qianluo picked it up, hummed a few times, and then hung up.

"Xiao Hei, I have something to do right now, you can go by yourself." Holding a bouquet of Bana flowers in his hands, Bai Wuchang hurriedly prepared to open the door and leave.

Wei Qianluo blinked, "Bring roses, and the flowers and leaves on the other side will never be seen."

Bai Wuchang paused his steps, and said with a light smile, "Yes." Immediately, he retracted his steps, threw the Bana flower on the table, and hurried out.

Wei Qianluo sighed, her brother couldn't help her sister.

Holding the hooking chain in his hand, he flicked it in the air.

Shi Nian came to the world in an instant.

In the intensive care unit of the hospital, a grey-haired grandfather rolled down a line of tears from the corner of his eyes, and his dry lips moved almost invisibly. Not long after, his soul slowly floated out of his body.

His hand tried to hold the hand of the old lady on the next bed, but it went straight through.

He is dead.

Suddenly heard a voice, emotionless, cold as ice.

"If there is a destiny, it will continue in the next life."

"Let me see her again." The old man's old voice made Wei Qianluo loosen a bit.

How could she not understand this kind of emotion?

The old grandpa talked about some things, but how could the living old grandma hear it?
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"Let's go."

Wei Qianluo led the way.

(End of this chapter)