Mu Lin shook his head gently, "I'm tired."
The maids saw the King of Hell's meticulous love for Mu Lin. They called her "Mrs. Queen" and treated her as their master. Mu Lin was unwilling to try, and no one dared to persuade her.
When Zijian came over that night, Mu Lin was sitting at the table. Her expression was blurred by her drooping eyelashes. She supported her chin with one hand and tapped the rosewood tabletop with the other hand. One by one, quite rhythmically.
Her body was still a little damp from her bath, and she wore a moon-white robe draped over her shoulders. Her wet black hair fell to the ground like spreading black branches.
Zijian waved to the maid holding the tray. The maid came over, picked up the white cotton cloth on the tray, stood behind Mulin, leaned over and wiped her long hair carefully.
Mu Lin paused, and the familiar scent of light orchid lingered at his nose.
"Just use the drying technique. I'm not a child anymore."
Apparently she was remembering the time when he wiped her hair in the human world.
Zijian chuckled and said, “You must take good care of such beautiful long hair. Just leave it to me in the future.” Just leave it to him in the future.
Mu Lin knew he was serious when she saw the wedding dress. She had been waiting for him to come tonight, intending to have a good talk with him. When Zijian dried her hair and sat opposite her, she waved her hand to let the maids leave and said calmly: "Zijian, I am not a little girl in the mortal world anymore, and you are not the sickly owner of Baiyu Tower. It's over between you and me. You don't need to marry me."
She didn't want to marry him, and there was no benefit for him to marry her. They had only been together for a short time, and Mu Lin really didn't believe that Zijian had such deep feelings for her.
I really don't believe it.
Whatever his purpose was, she hoped it would end here.
"Zhongli."
"Um?"
The smile on Zijian's lips disappeared, and he said seriously: "You said you would always call me Zhongli, Lin'er."
He even forgot to call himself "this king".
Mu Lin caught a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, and she cruelly broke his fantasy: "Children's words are not to be taken lightly, and the past is gone with the wind. Your Majesty does not need to care." She deliberately emphasized the word "Your Majesty" to remind him of his identity.
"This king cares." Zi Jian stared at her and said slowly: "The external obstacles are solved. You promised this king... Mu Lin, you have to marry whether you want to or not."
Mu Lin had no expression on his face: "Then just kill me."
Mu Lin broke the contract without any psychological burden. He felt like a scumbag, but he didn't feel any guilt.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
After a long while, Zijian laughed out of anger: "Lin'er, the underworld is my underworld, but you are the only one who cares about the underworld."
He won't hurt her, but it's not certain whether he will hurt someone she cares about.
Mu Lin understood what he meant, "Are you threatening me?"
"Even if you forget your people, you won't hold any grudges against them. This is true for Meng Qianxi, and it must be the same for others."
Mu Lin raised his eyebrows: "So you know."
If it wasn't Meng Qianxi who reported it, then Zijian must have many spies. I just don't know if he knew about her going to Meng Qianxi early on, or if he found out later. If it was the former, it would be really scary.
He looks like a puppet, but is actually a hidden master
Zijian smiled but said nothing.
The moment he revealed Meng Qianxi, Mu Lin knew he had lost. Once a weakness is discovered, no one dares to act rashly.
"Zhongli, why don't we be frank and honest? No need to mention love, just talk about conditions. What do you want?"
"… "
We are all thousand-year-old foxes, why play Liao Zhai? Mu Lin was a little impatient: "Is it difficult to speak?"
"Lin'er, give birth to a child for this king."
"… "
"Hey, don't look at me like that... This king..." Zijian touched his nose, "You have reached the age of marriage."
"… "
Mu Lin pursed her lips and looked at him, looking very messy.
She had never thought about getting married and having children, let alone marrying and having children with her enemy.
"You should know that what you have in front of you is a spirit, not my real body. Do you think a spirit can give birth to life?"
Yinchai and ghost servants are all ghosts, but Zijian and a group of underworld officials are ghost immortals with immortal bodies, and they have the ability to give birth to offspring.
In Zijian's eyes, this was not a problem: "Where is your real body? I'll ask Hei Wuchang to bring it back."
If she brings the immortal body to the underworld, it will be even more difficult for her to escape. Of course, Mu Lin can't shoot himself in the foot, so he waved his hand and refused: "There is no rush for childbearing, so let's put it aside for now. Your Majesty wants to marry me, but threats are not enough. What can you give me?"
Knowing that she was changing the subject, Zijian didn't care. He touched his chin and said, "Half of the power of Hades."
"I also want the truth about the Immortal-Netherworld War. The more detailed the better."
"Deal. On the day of our wedding, I will tell you everything I know." Although he knew limited things, no one would mind adding a few more bargaining chips to themselves when negotiating a deal.
“How did you convince them?”
"I can still forge your identity."
The key lies in Mu Lin's identity, and secondly in Zi Jian's courage and strength. Mu Lin really underestimated Zi Jian's political means.
Zijian has been secretly operating for thousands of years. As long as he can create some illusions to confuse the eyes and ears of the Immortal Court and make them believe that Mu Lin is "an ordinary female ghost", so that Zijian will fall in love at first sight, the Immortal Court will be happy to promote this marriage. A puppet who is easily blinded by emotions, marrying a queen of the underworld who can't bring any help, is in line with the Immortal Emperor's wishes.
As for persuading the officials and ministers of the underworld, it is not difficult for a king with talent and strategy. There are countless ministers loyal to him, and he is also very experienced in the art of checks and balances. As long as marrying Mu Lin is in his interest and in the interests of some people, what is the difficulty in persuading them
Mu Lin was not interested in politics, so he just nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
"I'm sleepy, Your Majesty, please go back." Since the agreement was reached, Mu Lin ordered them to leave.
Zijian looked at her thoughtfully: "Lin'er, no matter what, I want to spend the rest of my life with you... Think about it carefully."
"Okay." Mu Lin smiled, half false and half insincere.
After Zijian left, Mu Lin decided to make some arrangements and only asked the maids to guard the door.
When everything was quiet, Mu Lin opened her eyes. She gently lifted the quilt, quietly walked to the desk, dipped a wolf-hair brush in cinnabar ink, and drew a spell on rice paper.
It is always good to have many skills. Although she cannot use immortal power, she can create powerful talismans with the spiritual energy contained in cinnabar ink.
Four complicated cinnabar symbols floated out from the paper and gathered in mid-air. As Mu Lin waved his sleeves, they sank into the doors and windows and disappeared without a trace.
The cinnabar talisman can last for two to three hours, during which time the demons and monsters outside cannot detect any unusual movements inside the room. Mu Lin relaxed for the first time in Danluan Palace and began to work on solving the problem.
Mu Lin drew some spirit-gathering talismans to gather the surrounding spiritual energy. When the thin spiritual energy in the palace had almost gathered, she bit her index finger, and light golden spiritual essence flowed out from her fingertips. She half-knelt on the ground and drew the array. After a while, the wound healed, and she bit her middle finger without hesitation and continued to draw.
When the magic circle was completed, Mu Lin's face was pale and sweat appeared on his forehead, and it was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy.
The success of the Disarming Array was worth it. Mu Lin felt her body relax, and the Soul Locking Chain escaped and fell into her palm. Feeling the immortal power flowing through her immortal veins, Mu Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of being restrained by someone was terrible. She secretly warned herself to be on guard against Zi Jian in every way and not to fall into his trap again.
Now that he is threatening her with the underworld, she cannot escape and must continue to pretend to be nice to him.
There was still some time left, and it would be a shame not to do something. Without disturbing the guards, Mu Lin easily left Danluan Palace and quickly headed for Fan's house.
It's been three days, and it's time to deal with the black gold ghost.
She entered through the dog hole as usual, and brushed off the grass debris on her body. She felt that the gloomy and cold aura in the house was even stronger than before. This time, she walked towards the place where the cold aura was strongest.
Fan Wushe is in the main house.
When Mu Lin opened the door, he was sitting there, wearing a black suit, his slender hands moving non-stop, peeling the skin off the black dream ghost neatly. The cloak that he never took off when he went out was draped on a clothes rack in the distance.
Mu Lin's eyes fell from his cold face to the poor Wu Menggui. The little guy lay on the eight-immortal table with blood dripping from his back, and there was no sign of ferocity.
The Black Gold Ghost is also known as the Black Gold Ghost. It is called a ghost, but it is actually a demon beast that looks very much like a badger in the human world. It has a thick and fat body, short limbs, short and round ears, small eyes and a pointed nose, a thick and short neck, and strong black claws on both the front and back feet. The front claws are longer than the back claws, and there are long and thick needle hairs on the back from head to tail. The fur color is golden, the lower abdomen is black, the face has black and gold stripes, and the ear tips are white.
It is known for its gluttony and is good at creating nightmares, in order to prey on the flesh and blood of living beings, turning them into its own use and increasing its cultivation. The higher the cultivation of the black dream ghost, the more cruel and terrifying the nightmare it creates, which is enough to trap immortals to death in it, and never be able to transcend, becoming its meal.
This black dream ghost was almost destroyed by Fan Wushe, and Mu Lin couldn't tell what level of cultivation it had before. It was obvious that it had committed a lot of murders when it fell into Fan Wushe's hands.
"your Highness."
Fan Wushe said softly, as if he was not surprised by her arrival.
Maybe he recognized the mark on the table, or maybe Zijian told him her true identity.
Mu Lin nodded slightly: "Master Hei, how are you?"
"Please take a seat."
Mu Lin sat on the east side, opposite Fan Wushe.
The black dream ghost screamed mournfully. Mu Lin took a glance and found that Fan Wushe had hit it too hard. More blood flowed from its body and the smell of blood became stronger.
Mu Lin frowned.
"His Majesty the King of Hell has sent his subordinates to look for your immortal body."
Mu Lin: “…”
This guy who refuses to give up, does he really want to spend the wedding night with her and have children
After eavesdropping on Zijian and Fan Wushe's night talk, Mu Lin didn't quite understand one thing: "He is about to go to the human world, how can he have time to prepare for the wedding?"
"Your Majesty has canceled unnecessary trips." Fan Wushe paused and looked up at her, his black eyes cold and calm.
Mu Lin, however, sensed something unusual.
unnecessary
The Immortal Court has sealed off the underworld. Who can enter and leave at will except the ghost messengers who collect ghosts? How can it be unnecessary to allow a Hades to leave the underworld regularly and venture to the human world
Fan Wushe still looked at her with a meaningful look.
An idea suddenly occurred to Mu Lin: "Because... me?"
Because of her appearance, Zijian doesn't need to go to the human world? Mu Lin couldn't figure out the reason. It couldn't be that Zijian was obsessed with her so much that he had to stay with her all the time and couldn't leave her, right
Mu Lin didn't believe it.
"According to my guess..." Fan Wushe's dead face turned a little weird: "Marrying you can remove the curse on your majesty."
"curse?"