Good evening, Lord Hades

But his action did not continue.

His lips, leaving my clavicle, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then his arms gently embraced me.

"I miss you so much, ma'am."

I was slightly stunned.

"Husband... Madam? Do you... Do you recognize the wrong person? "

But he did not answer.

From beginning to end, he just hugged me like that.

"You... What's the matter with you?" I asked in a trembling voice.

He released me and gave me a deep look. There was something in his eyes that I didn't understand.

I don't know why, I feel more and more that I seem to have met him somewhere.

Not the last time I met a hanged ghost, not the last time I was in the coffin, but before everything, I probably met him.

It's just, where is it?

I've lived for 18 years, and I'm sure I've been staying in this small village not too far from downtown.

I'm quite sure that a small place like ours can't produce a man as handsome and magnanimous as he is.

But if not in the village, where can I see him?

I can't understand this more and more.

And he didn't give me too much time.

No, he stared at me for a while, then turned his face and lay down on my bed.

"I'm tired. I'll get some sleep first."

Hearing this, my face was black.

I went, he is tired, will sleep in my bed, then I sleep where?

I was stunned to see his body lying on my slightly narrow bed. My heart was like ten thousand alpacas galloping by.

Do I kick him, or do I kick him, or do I kick him?

Incomparable tangle!

"That... Can you..." I tried to solve it in a peaceful way.

But without waiting for my opinion, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to bed.

"Don't go too far!" I'm a little annoyed.

He bullied me up and pressed me down.

"You remember: no matter in the last life or in this life, you can only be the woman of my mo cool night! Forever

His expression, a change before the banter and mild, with a trace of ferocity, let my heart cold, even half a retort can not say.

Each other, stalemate, no one said.

And he also looked at me quietly, as if to see my heart through my body.

I was so flustered in my heart that I didn't want him to look at it.

Seeing me like this, his slender fingers gently pinched my chin, forcing me to face his eyes.

His eyes, extremely deep, like a quiet spring, refreshing.

However, in this deep quiet, there is also an unknown sadness.

So light, but also so thick.

What kind of person is he?

Why does he behave differently every time?

Sometimes cynical, sometimes vicious.

Every one is like him, but every one is not like him.

Did he ever experience a great change that destroyed all his beliefs?

"Woman, you can never escape from me!"

He said in a cold voice, then pressed down with his body.

……

One night, lingering.

By the time I woke up, he was gone.

On the bed sheet, there is still his residual smell, which is so shallow that it can hardly smell.

But that is the evidence of his existence last night.

Asshole, I was despised by him again!

If I meet him next time, I promise I'd rather die than let him succeed!

Thinking about this, I rubbed my broken waist, got out of bed to wash, and knocked on the door of master's room.

"Seventeen, are you... Are you ok?" The master asked with a desire to stop talking.

I crossed my hands, held in front of my chest, and looked at him warily: "come on, who was that man last night?"

Listening to the man I mentioned last night, master's always calm face changed slightly, even his words were incoherent.

"Who... Who? 17、 There was no one at home last night. Did you dream

It seems that he wants to muddle through this matter, but how can I follow it?

"Don't pretend! I'm not a three-year-old. I'm not that easy to fool! "

"Seventeen, what am I supposed to be? I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me... "

He wanted to explain something. I took out master's passbook and shook it in front of him: "if you don't tell the truth, don't blame me for being cruel and cruel!"

To tell you the truth, my deepest understanding of Shifu in the past 18 years is definitely stingy.

When I was a child, I asked him for fifty cents of pocket money. He could break his teeth.

What's more, what I have now is the passbook with all his life savings?

Sure enough, seeing that I was holding his passbook in my hand, master's face turned black instantly.

"Seventeen, you can't threaten me in this way every time. No matter what, I'm also your elder."

I shrugged, light should way: "I don't want to, but who let you don't tell me the truth?"

The master hated the iron and fell on the chair at the door.

"It's not that I won't tell you, but that even if I do, you can't provoke people. In that case, why bother you? "

"It's up to me whether I can provoke others. As my master, if you don't report what you know about me, that's your business! " My attitude is very firm.

The master was a little helpless. He took a pipe from the side, lit up the cut tobacco inside and smoked it one by one.

I knew my master's character very well, so I stood by and didn't speak. I just waited for him to finish smoking.

Time, minute by minute.

In the end, master finally figured it out.

"To tell you the truth, the man last night used to be in charge of the existence of thousands of ghosts in the underworld!"

I frowned slightly: "is he from the underworld?"

Master acquiesced.

"Since ancient times, the earth we live on has been divided into yin and Yang. Yang is the world, Yin is the underworld, and they do not interfere with each other. The king of the world, known as the emperor in ancient times, is now known as the president. The king of the underworld is called the underworld. He is the last Pluto, the supreme being of the whole underworld

"So it is, but why did he pester me?" I never understood.

Master hung his head and didn't look at me.

"I heard that he once had a wife. They were very loving and had a lot of difficulties together. But one day, the relationship between him and his wife broke down, and they couldn't go back to the past. As for you, I think maybe it's because you are similar to his wife in appearance. Through you, he can release his deep love for his wife. "

"His wife, should be your cousin?" I asked.

The master was a little surprised. He looked at me in a daze, as if he was guessing where I learned it.

I shriveled mouth, light should way: "I was not careful, overheard you and his speech, I remember he called you brother-in-law."

The master didn't speak. He just kept smoking his pipe.

"Master, what's the secret between you and him? Why don't you tell me?" I chased and beat.

The master stood up, turned his back and said seriously, "seventeen, this is the end of the matter. Don't ask more questions in the future."