Bang!
After hearing Fufeng's words, Su Yuan didn't even think twice before slamming the door shut, nearly pinching Fufeng's nose off.
Fufeng stared with wide eyes and rubbed his sore nose. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This old man is really crazy when he's in love. I can't even take a look."
The old man Su Yuan closed the door and calmly walked up to Zhaozhao. He crouched down and rolled up the too-long cuffs of her pants.
"Zhaozhao, lift your foot," Su Yuan said as he patted Zhaozhao's right foot that was stepping on the cuff. His movements were extremely natural.
"Su Yuan, who was that just now?" Zhaozhao propped herself up on Su Yuan's shoulders and lifted her fair right foot. She asked casually.
Su Yuan finally finished rolling up both of Zhaozhao's cuffs. He stood up, took Zhaozhao's hand, and walked over to the sofa to sit down. He used his spiritual power to dry her hair.
He took a moment to answer Zhaozhao, "No one. Just a good-for-nothing fool."
Zhaozhao had never heard Su Yuan talk about anyone like this before. She was a bit curious and obediently said, "Oh."
These two were both so natural, as if they didn't even realize how intimate their actions were.
Taotie was peeping through the crack in the door that it had pried open. Finally, it came to a conclusion: It seemed that its stupid master and Lord Yinglong had a bit of an ambiguous relationship.
Then it quietly closed the door and went to sleep with complete peace of mind.
Ambiguity was good! Maybe one day they would get together! Then it would have a better life too!
Even Taotie could tell that Zhaozhao and Su Yuan weren't together yet. Fufeng had been the King of Hell for thousands of years and had seen countless ghosts of all kinds, yet he was still so oblivious.
The oblivious Fufeng stood outside the door, holding the big red gift box and rubbing his nose. He thought for a long time and finally understood.
There was no way Su Yuan and Zhaozhao were married already. Take that little girl Zhaozhao for example. She looked as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. Even if Su Yuan was perverted, he wouldn't just take advantage of her like that!
Tsk! He'd been careless.
Fufeng smacked his forehead in annoyance. Just then, the door clicked open, and Su Yuan stood there with a cold look on his face.
Su Yuan stepped aside to let Fufeng in and said in a dangerous tone, "You left your post during working hours. You'd better have something important to say."
Fufeng's back stiffened. He quickly raised his hand and swore, "I promise! I arranged all the important tasks for the next period before I came. I definitely wasn't slacking off!"
Although Fufeng, the King of Hell, liked to slack off, he was actually a slacker with principles.
Fufeng liked to plan ahead. He would spend ten days or half a month working non-stop to arrange his upcoming tasks, and then he would give himself a good "vacation."
Moreover, the work in the underworld over the years had basically followed the same few procedures. As long as there were no earth-shattering unjust cases, he, the King of Hell, generally didn't need to do much.
Fufeng thought to himself, What could he do? He could only blame the Black and White Impermanence for being too capable.
Of course, Fufeng didn't dare to say this in front of Su Yuan. Unless he wanted Su Yuan to drag him off to experience the daily routine of the Black and White Impermanence.
Su Yuan actually knew that Fufeng had a sense of propriety. The anger in his heart wasn't because Fufeng had skipped work. In the end, it was because of that comment about "being someone's ancestor."
Although Fufeng was telling the truth, was that how they compared ages among demons?
The more Su Yuan thought about it, the more he felt that Fufeng was just asking for a beating. He had a hard time controlling his hands.
Maybe it was God's blessing for Fufeng. At that moment, Zhaozhao's call dispelled Su Yuan's urge to teach Fufeng a lesson.
"Brother King of Hell, why are you here?" Zhaozhao looked at Fufeng, who had suddenly appeared, and was a bit surprised.
She still remembered the matter of A Man and always wanted to thank Fufeng properly. She didn't expect to see him again so soon.
When Fufeng saw Zhaozhao, he immediately ran over. "Oh, little Zhaozhao, how have you been since we last met in the underworld?"
Never mind. He just wanted to stay away from the cold Su Yuan.
Brother King of Hell? Little Zhaozhao?
Su Yuan sneered when he heard these two names. Great. The cold aura around Lord Yinglong finally turned into killing intent.
Over there, the two of them started chatting and laughing. But Su Yuan just couldn't feel at ease. He had a sense of discomfort, as if someone had invaded his territory. He found Fufeng even more annoying.
"Go sit over there," Su Yuan walked over and kicked Fufeng, indicating for him to stay away from Zhaozhao.
Fufeng stared at Su Yuan with his big, round eyes for two seconds. He moved away speechlessly.
He was really speechless. This old man was so jealous.
"What on earth are you doing here?" Su Yuan really wanted to throw Fufeng out right away, but considering Zhaozhao, he could only suppress his anger and ask.
Fufeng scratched his head. He couldn't use the excuse of coming to congratulate on the wedding anymore. He couldn't very well say that he came to watch the fun...
Fufeng wracked his brain and finally had a flash of inspiration on the verge of Su Yuan's anger. He took out the photo printed by his assistant and held it up in front of Su Yuan like a treasure. He said in a solemn tone, "I'm here to spread the news!"
"Hey? It's a picture of us flying in the sky!" Zhaozhao took the printed photo and studied it curiously. There was nothing like this on Wutong Mountain. She was quite curious.
Seeing the sparkle in Zhaozhao's eyes, Su Yuan's mood improved a bit. His tone towards Fufeng wasn't as cold either. "The news has been delivered. You can leave now."
Fufeng: "..." You're really quick at kicking people out.
Fufeng wasn't going to go back just like that without seeing the fun.
"Don't be like that, Dragon Lord. I came here with great difficulty. I also want to see my friends at the Demon Management Bureau. I really miss them after not seeing them for so long."
Su Yuan remained unmoved. "Sure. Then go see them at the Demon Management Bureau now."
Fufeng wasn't willing to give up. He smiled obsequiously. "I don't have a place to stay. I plan to stay for a few more days. Could you... No, could you take me in? Your house is so big. One more person won't make a difference."
Some Kings of Hell really resorted to all kinds of means just to get the latest gossip.
Su Yuan coldly refused. "If you don't have a place to stay, then go back—"
"You don't have a place to stay? Then you can stay with me! My cousin found a big house for me! I've seen the pictures. I can give you a room," Zhaozhao said warmly before Su Yuan could finish his sentence.
"!!!" Fufeng gasped and quickly waved his hands to refuse. "No, no. I'll just find a place by myself."
He just wanted to eat the gossip and watch the fun. He didn't want to lose his life.
Zhaozhao was puzzled. "Why? Don't you have nowhere to go? Su Yuan also said... Hey? Su Yuan, what are you doing?"
Su Yuan retracted his hand that was about to send Fufeng to the balcony and lock him up. He stared at Zhaozhao with a heavy gaze and asked, "You're not going to stay with me?"
Zhaozhao: "Why should I stay with you? I have a place to stay. My cousin has already found it for me. I'm leaving soon."
Su Yuan fell silent. He got up and walked silently towards the balcony. He felt that he needed to calm down.