"Wow! Let's get crazy together! Everybody! Raise your hands up so I can see you!" As an unorthodox ruler of the Underworld, Fufeng was clearly drunk in this "ghosts' dance" bar at the moment. He was so excited that he was completely out of his mind.
"Come on, set up two more camera positions over there. Take pictures of Lady Longzun! Right, just like that! Make it the top - story! I don't believe Su Yuan won't be anxious!"
Fufeng directed the Underworld officials to make a fuss, looking like he was going to blow up the forum today.
Fortunately, he still had a bit of sense before getting completely drunk. He ordered a fruit tea for Zhaozhao and made sure nothing messy bothered her.
Those little ghosts were curious, but none of them dared to get close and gossip. They just stole furtive glances.
Zhaozhao took a sip of the fruit tea in the goblet. It tasted quite good, so she couldn't help taking another sip.
This so - called bar was incredibly noisy. As a tree that had grown on the mountain for years, she couldn't stand it. Little Zhaozhao helplessly covered her ears.
She wanted to tell Fufeng the purpose of her visit, but seeing the King of the Underworld sweating among the ghosts from afar, she unconsciously leaned back into the booth.
Covering her pounding heart, she tried to convince herself. Maybe it's better to forget it. Those ghosts seemed crazy...
It wasn't that the little tree spirit was impolite. It was just that this situation was completely beyond what she had seen in her mere two - hundred years. She felt it was out of her control.
The earthy and exciting DJ music in the bar was deafening. Finally, Fufeng was tired from dancing. He squeezed through the bustling little ghosts and got off the dance - floor.
"Ouch, I'm so tired, but it's really cool! I think we hard - working civil servants should relax like this more often. Don't be too uptight, especially that dragon!"
As he said this, he even burped. Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he vented his dissatisfaction with the Dragon Lord: "He's so pent - up that he's become stupid! He doesn't even know how to start a relationship when a little treasure is right in front of him! What a useless guy!"
He was really acting drunk and even dared to scold.
Zhaozhao bit the straw and thought. The dragon Fufeng mentioned should be Su Yuan. But who was the little treasure?
She couldn't figure it out, so the straightforward girl asked again: "Who is the little treasure you mentioned? What does the little treasure want to talk about with Su Yuan?"
"The little treasure, of course, is you... What to talk about?" Fufeng was quite drunk by now. He was lying in a daze in the booth opposite Zhaozhao. After a while, he suddenly sat up straight as if resurrected from the dead and shouted with raised arms: "Of course, it's to talk about love!"
Hearing this familiar word, Zhaozhao looked puzzled: "Why do you all want me to fall in love with Su Yuan? Nan Jia said the same thing."
When it came to this, Fufeng got excited. This was a great opportunity!
Fufeng leaned over the table, stared seriously at Zhaozhao, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think Su Yuan is good - looking?"
"Yes, he is."
"Do you like him?"
"Yes, I do."
Fufeng clapped his hands excitedly: "That's it. He likes you too. If you two don't fall in love, who will? My goodness! You two are a perfect match!"
It seemed quite reasonable when he said it like this. But after a moment of thought, Zhaozhao shook her head: "No, Su Yuan won't let me fall in love with him."
Su Yuan didn't let her call him husband. According to Zhaozhao's self - considered perfect logical reasoning, this meant he didn't want to fall in love with her.
Fufeng slapped his thigh. "Hiss! I tell you, you don't understand what I'm saying..."
"What?" Zhaozhao leaned over, eager to learn.
"Su Yuan is just a sultry guy! Don't listen to his nonsense. I tell you, he really wants it in his heart. You just go for it!"
Zhaozhao didn't understand what "sultry" meant... She disgustedly patted her head and sighed.
Fufeng probably also found her a bit of a headache, so he simply gave up explaining. He pointed at a young couple kissing passionately and said: "See that?"
"Yes, I do." Zhaozhao looked very carefully in the direction Fufeng pointed.
"The next time you see Su Yuan, just kiss him hard like that. I guarantee he won't even have the strength to push you away. Guys like him, although they say no on the surface, they might be longing for it in their hearts."
Fufeng looked as if he had seen through the essence of things, swirling his wine glass.
"You're lying!" The more Zhaozhao looked at the couple's postures, the more familiar it seemed. Recalling something in her mind, she angrily accused Fufeng.
"???" Fufeng was confused. How did he lie?
However, Zhaozhao started to present the facts and prove her point: "We did the same thing last time, but Su Yuan was so strong that he pinned me on the bed and I couldn't move at all. It's not like what you said."
... There was a moment of silence in the bar, and then a burst of noise erupted. The sound of fingers tapping on phone screens was terribly loud.
"Fine, fine..." Fufeng slumped on the ground, took a sip of his wine, feeling completely unaccomplished. "You win."
"Hey, wait. He's already been so intimate with you. How come you still think he doesn't want to fall in love with you? Sister, listen to me. You just—"
"Just what?" A cold voice came. Su Yuan had somehow appeared behind Zhaozhao. The temperature in the whole bar dropped several degrees.
Three seconds later, sensing something was wrong, the ghosts quickly fled the scene, leaving the King of the Underworld alone to face the storm.
Your Majesty, the masses will remember your bravery!
"I, I, I..." Fufeng was so scared that his drunkenness disappeared. He stammered.
"I see you've been quite idle recently. You can go and interrogate the evil ghosts in the eighteenth level of hell by yourself. It's a good example, isn't it?" Without saying a single unnecessary word, Su Yuan grabbed Fufeng by the back of his neck and kicked him into the eighteenth level of hell.
Fufeng hugged his knees after being thrown by the Dragon Lord. His heart was filled with desolation.
The evil ghosts in the eighteenth level were the synonyms for stubborn and tough - mouthed guys. More importantly, there was no fried chicken and no internet in the eighteenth level!
For a heavy - internet - addicted young man like him, this was a devastating blow.
Zhaozhao watched Fufeng disappear in front of her eyes. She didn't have time to say the words to keep him. She turned her head and glared at Su Yuan.
After not seeing each other for so long, instead of a surprised greeting, Su Yuan got a disdainful look. His heart skipped a beat, and he asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
"I came to see Fufeng for something. You let him go. What should I do now?" Where could she find Yu Chu's mother?
"Okay, okay. What do you want to see him for? I'll take you to handle it." Su Yuan bent down and patted Zhaozhao's head, smiling gently.
"I'm looking for a ghost, but she may have been reincarnated. Can you do it too?" Zhaozhao looked at Su Yuan with bright eyes, full of expectation.
Su Yuan nodded: "Sure. We just need to check the records in the Underworld's archives."
"Great!"
After the problem was solved, Zhaozhao quickly became happy again. She threw herself on Su Yuan's arm and started chattering: "Where have you been these days? You didn't even contact me. And the paper dragon can't be used anymore. I really miss it. Also, the dragon scale was cold the other day. I was so worried that something might have happened to you..."
She chattered like a little sparrow, making Su Yuan's heart melt.
He led Zhaozhao out of the bar. Instead of answering her questions first, he asked what Fufeng had said to her and what he had done with her. That unreliable Fufeng might mislead the girl.
Zhaozhao thought for a while. Somehow, her mind jumped. She suddenly jumped in front of Su Yuan, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then she took a step back and smiled cutely:
"He told me to do this. He said you like it when I do this, but you're just too shy to say it. Um... What's that called? Oh, right! Sultry! Fufeng said you're sultry and told me to be more proactive."
Although they had kissed many times, some dragons were just so useless. His dragon horns couldn't help but appear again.
Su Yuan raised his hand to cover his dragon horns and silently turned around. For a moment, he couldn't tell which was more impactful, the word "sultry" or the sudden kiss.
Zhaozhao looked at Su Yuan's blushing ears. She was just about to ask if he was hot when she suddenly felt a warm feeling in her chest. Her heart was pounding so fast.