Mu Lin lowered his eyes and smiled at Zi Jian, whose drunken cheeks were stained with water, whose thin lips were shining with water, and whose beauty was so beautiful that it was a feast for the eyes. He thought that the wine was almost finished, and it was time to ask some questions.
"Brother Zhongli, you and I have known each other for a hundred years, and finally became husband and wife. I have to say it is fate..."
"No." Zijian leaned against the table, supporting his head with his fingers, and said drunkenly: "We have known each other for five hundred years. I have waited for you for five hundred years. I have waited for Lin'er for five hundred years..."
Mu Lin then probed, "You are already an immortal king, so what do you have to fear being alone? Why do you want to reincarnate and suffer the pain of illness and premature death?"
"Lin'er, your Zhongli is not invincible, and he is also afraid of becoming a lonely man... Since he is destined to be in the mortal world, what's the harm in experiencing the pain of the curse? Buddha said that people have eight sufferings: birth, aging, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, reunion with enemies, and failure to obtain what they want. If you don't experience all these sufferings and understand the cause and effect, how can you be compassionate to all living beings and be a good new king?"
Zijian is much more insightful than Mu Lin imagined, but does he really have a kind heart
Mu Lin could not see any hypocrisy on his face and chuckled, "Have mercy on all living beings... If you can do this, you will be a good Hades."
"In Lin'er's eyes, am I a good husband? You haven't considered the private affairs of your children, so leave it to me. I will teach you step by step and always stand behind you... Lin'er, life is long but short. Can we both take a step back? I'll give you some time and you give me a chance, how about that?"
A hint of sarcasm flashed across Mu Lin's eyes, and the smile on his face faded a little: "Brother Zhongli, can I trust you?"
Helping the people in the fairy world to seize the power of the demon king of hell and kill the evil spirits in hell, even if Zijian is helpless, Mu Lin can't let it go. Don't forget what he said when he threatened her: The underworld is my underworld, but you are the only one who cares about the underworld.
This sentence made Mu Lin completely sober. In Zijian's eyes, the underworld could also be a means to restrain her. Now that the two of them each held the other's handle, no one dared to act rashly, and they were evenly matched and just the right balance.
Talk about feelings? Come on, it will hurt your interests.
"Can you try to believe me?"
Mu Lin picked up the wine jug again and poured him wine, his hands very steady.
"Let's not talk about this tonight. We won't go home until we're drunk."
Zijian was so depressed that he was trapped in his own cocoon. He raised his head and drank the full glass of wine. The cold liquid slid down his throat into his heart again and again, like cold silk igniting out of thin air, and then turned into a ball of fire burning into his heart.
Mu Lin knew that he was not very drunk, so he just pretended to take a few sips. Unexpectedly, the wine did not enter his stomach, but went straight to his head, and the light and shadow in his smoke-filled eyes began to shake.
The Phoenix Tail Incense is thin and has several layers, and the jade pattern dome is sewn deep in the night. It was once lonely and dark, and there was no news of the pomegranate red.
The cold aroma of wine lingered under the heavy curtains. The young king in black pressed the rose-colored beauty under him. His big, angular fingers pulled out the pear-blossom hairpin that bound her hair. The cloud-like hair behind her spread out like a blooming black lotus, covering the bed. The beauty with snowy skin and red lips was shrouded in his shadow, enchanting and seductive.
Mu Lin tilted her head to look at him, her eyes were like dark purple grapes covered with a layer of mist, moist and confused. In her groggy state, she seemed to be unable to understand why she had rolled onto the bed with Zi Jian before she could get him to talk...
"Lin'er, leave it to me."
Zijian inserted his fingers into her cloud-like hair and bent his head to kiss her forehead, while his other hand moved down to the rose belt, gently but firmly.
A soft and hot touch came from her forehead, and Mu Lin's fingertips shivered. His low and seductive voice lingered in her ears, and she nodded in a daze, obviously too distracted to think.
The immortal is charming, with sparkling eyes and eyebrows. Her beauty endows the soul and makes the heart happy.
At a time when the temperature should have been rising rapidly, the temperature in the bedroom suddenly dropped, making the people in the hall feel like they were falling into an icy cave.
An extremely cold murderous intent swept over like an overwhelming force, as if it wanted to strangle all the living beings in the bedroom!
The figures lying on the bed trembled at the same time, their eyes met, at a time of life and death, how could there be any lust in their eyes? In a flash, a huge wooden vine shield was erected behind Zijian, and Mu Lin hugged his waist. The surging immortal power made the two retreat several feet in an instant, and two afterimages of varying depths were left at such a fast speed.
The crimson gauze curtain fluttered without wind, and the lingering and sad atmosphere was filled with endless murderous intent. The tightly-knit wooden vines instantly turned into dust and exploded in all directions! The surrounding furniture and furnishings were smashed into pits and could no longer withstand the extreme cold, and they shattered to the ground.
At the same time, the terrifying sword intent appeared out of nowhere like a blade unsheathed, and slashed towards Zijian's crown with the force of thunder!
Zijian's hair stood on end. A dark green longbow appeared out of nowhere and intercepted him in mid-air, but he couldn't hold on for even a moment. Fortunately, Mu Lin reacted in time. At the moment when a crisp sound was heard above his head, he used all his strength to push Zijian away.
There was only a slender figure left on the spot. It was originally a dead end, but a magic sword flew in from somewhere, suddenly bursting with brilliant light, hovering above Mu Lin's head and blocking the fatal blow.
It was the Yao Ning Sword that flew over to protect!
The brilliance of the immortal sword faded away, and with a buzzing sound, it flew into Mu Lin's soul and brow. As his blood and energy surged, Mu Lin spat out a mouthful of thick golden essence, and his face suddenly turned pale and listless.
Zi Jian, who was thrown out in time, staggered twice before he stabilized his body. He was trembling and half-knelt on the ground, with blood flowing out of his eyes and nose. A hideous crack appeared on the tightly grasped Changming bow, and the light was dimmed to the extreme. His lifelong immortal weapon was severely damaged, and he was not much better. He felt that his internal organs were burning, and the immortal power in his body was disordered. However, he did not bother to check his own injuries, and immediately looked in the direction of Mu Lin. Seeing her standing there with a listless look, fortunately her life was not in danger, he breathed a sigh of relief.
No one could ignore the powerful aura in front of the hall. Mu Lin looked over with difficulty and saw a figure in white standing against the light. He was as graceful as a lily orchid, as majestic as a mountain. Thousands of lights flowed silently, and the surroundings were silent and cold as an abyss.
Mu Lin lowered her eyes and dared not look up. She felt an endless chill in her heart, as well as an inexplicable sense of guilt. Even if her internal organs were damaged and she had dizziness and tinnitus, she would never mistake the aura of her master.
For some unknown reason, Emperor Orikawa, who had come to the underworld in person, looked at her quietly and said only one sentence.
"Lin'er, follow me back."
The cold voice contained no emotion and did not seem to contain any blame, but after years of getting along with each other, Mu Lin was very aware of one fact - the master was angry.
Yes, not angry, but furious.
Mu Lin had never seen his master really angry, and he immediately had a feeling that something was wrong.
She gritted her teeth and slowly stood up, wiped off the pale gold that overflowed from the corners of her lips, and bowed to her master from a distance. Every word she spoke made her internal organs hurt more.
"Please Master... forgive me, I can't, I can't go back now..."
Zhechuan's eyes swept across her disheveled clothes, then across Zijian, who was also disheveled, and his tone became increasingly gentle and cold.
"for him?"
"Even if you are my master, why would you break into the Hades Palace at night?"
The voices of the two men sounded at the same time. Mu Lin didn't hear clearly what his master said. His temples were throbbing. Just as he was about to speak, a surge of blood rushed up. In order to avoid losing his composure, he had to remain silent and slowly circulate the disordered immortal power in his body.
This gesture was clearly a tacit agreement in Zhechuan's eyes. He frowned and slowly walked towards his disciple, step by step, with the pressure increasing exponentially.
If Mu Lin's immortal body were here, he would probably be sweating profusely.
"Master will give you one last chance. Do you choose to stay here and fool around with him, or go back to Yingzhou with Master?"
"Your Excellency is going too far. Do you want to take my queen away?" Zijian clenched his Changming bow. How could he let another man take his queen away for no reason? Even if he was defeated, he would fight to the death.
Orikawa didn't even glance at him, his gaze looking down at his disciple was as real as if it were real.
Ghost... mess
These words were extremely hurtful when spoken by the Master.
Mu Lin smiled bitterly. This was what it felt like to be misunderstood. Now she was speechless and didn't know how to explain.
Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Zhechuan's breath became colder, and Mu Lin felt more oppressive. Coupled with the dull pain in his body like a knife cutting his veins, he almost couldn't support himself.
Thinking that he could only calm the two of them down, he first sent a message to Zijian: "This is my teacher, Emperor Zhechuan. You must not be unreasonable. Be patient. I will explain to you later."
How could there be a master who wants to kill someone the first time he meets him? Even if he is the emperor, he is too overbearing!
Zijian sneered, still on guard, but did not move according to Mu Lin's instructions.
Mu Lin slowly took a step forward, looked up at his master's complex and cold eyes, and felt choked up, almost unable to breathe. He said sullenly, "Things are not what you think. Pluto and I... He..."
Mu Lin looked at his master and felt a bit speechless, so he simply closed his eyes and confessed everything in one breath, "We got married, not... fooling around..." His voice became smaller and smaller, as thin as a gossamer, almost silent.
But every word burned into Orikawa's heart.
Zijian said with a half-smile: "That's right, Lin'er and I are the couple whose names were engraved on the Three Lives Stone. Please rest assured, Your Majesty." He emphasized the word "rest assured" on purpose.
"Marriage is a serious matter, and one should obey the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. Not consulting teachers and getting married privately is a serious mistake. If the name is not right and the words are not smooth, how can heaven and earth recognize it?"
“Master!”
Along with Mu Lin's scream, the master and disciple disappeared from Zi Jian's sight the next moment. The hall was empty, and he was the only one left standing with a bow in his hand, with the ground in a mess in front of him.
"Emperor Orikawa, good! Very good!"
Destroyed his palace, took away his queen, do you want to just walk away? Zijian laughed in anger and walked directly to the back hall of Pluto's Palace.