Chapter 414 I Promise You
The Black and White Impermanence who were rushing to the next house said at the same time: "A-choo!"
"Is someone scolding us?"
"That should be it! He cursed pretty harshly!"
…
Hall of Yama.
The King of Hell suddenly turned around and asked hesitantly, "What did you just say?"
"I said! I don't want to hit the pretty silver! Just hang on and don't force me!" The little dumpling's two little hands did not relax at all, hanging on his legs like a koala.
The King of Hell suddenly trembled all over, and the next second, the little ball was picked up by him.
The King of Hell lifted her up and they looked eye to eye.
Little Dumpling:???
The King of Hell's eyes suddenly widened and his whole body began to tremble violently. How could he still look cold and icy at all?
The village head was horrified and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
"Please, Lord Yama, spare Xiao Jiuer! She's young and naive! I'm willing to drink Meng Po soup right now! I'd be willing to go to the eighteen levels of hell or even become an animal! I only ask you to let her go! Let her return safely!"
The King of Hell moved his fingers slightly, and the headman's eyes instantly lost their luster and became motionless like a clay sculpture.
The little girl blinked in confusion, "Yan Wang..."
Then, she noticed that big tears were rolling out of her handsome brother's beautiful eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Little Dumpling was confused.
Is this handsome brother so afraid of being beaten?
I scared him to tears before I even started.
"Don't cry!" Little Dumpling felt a little guilty and embarrassed. "Just listen to me and I won't hit you!"
Xiao Jiuer is not afraid of people acting tough, but she is afraid of people showing weakness.
In a panic, he used his little hands to wipe away the King of Hell's tears.
Yan Wang's long eyelashes were soaked with tears, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and he murmured to himself, "You're back, finally back. I thought I would never see you again..."
The little dumpling scratched his head in confusion, not daring to look into his ecstatic eyes.
What a pity, although the King of Hell looks good, he is not very smart!
The little ball struggled to get out of his arms and jumped onto the ground.
When he saw the motionless headman, his face immediately became stern.
"Yan Wang, don't think I'll soften my heart just because you cry!"
"You are a bad guy! Return the village head to me!"
As he said this, he waved his little hand and was about to beat someone up.
Yan Wang grabbed her little hand, stared at her intently, and spoke awkwardly, "Xiao Jiu'er?"
"What's wrong?"
"How long do you want him to live?"
"One hundred years old!" the little dumpling blurted out.
"Okay." Yan Wang touched her little head, his eyes as gentle as water, "As long as it's what you say, I agree."
"You... you promised me?" Little Dumpling was stunned.
Just agree to it like that?
One hundred years old?
No need to fight?
Yan Wang seemed to know what she was thinking and nodded with a smile, "I agree, it's that simple."
Little Dumpling looked alert, "Are you defrauding me of debt?"
I always feel that it is too easy and I feel uneasy.
The King of Hell lowered his eyes and chuckled, "I can lie to everyone except you."
"The fact that he makes you so reluctant to let go is naturally because he truly cares about you. This is the greatest merit he has ever done in his life. This merit is enough to make him live a hundred years."
The King of Hell stretched out his hand, and an extremely thick book with an intricate pattern on the cover flew out.
The pages of the book turned quickly in the air, and words popped out one after another, which was dazzling.
Suddenly, the pages stopped.
A golden pen appeared out of nowhere and wrote on the page with a rustling sound.
The little girl opened her eyes wide, but found that she couldn't understand it at all.
Those words look like scribbles, harder to read than a doctor's prescription?
After a while, the pages of the book closed and disappeared along with the pen in a golden light.
"Is this all right?" Little Dumpling tugged anxiously at the King of Hell's robe. "Is he really that worthy? Can he live to be a hundred years old?"
"Yes." The King of Hell squatted down, took the little dumpling's hand, and said softly, "When you return, he will wake up. He will live to be a hundred years old and die of natural causes."
"Brother, you are so good!" The little girl was very touched. She sniffed her nose and tears welled up in her big eyes.
She never expected that this matter would be solved so easily after arriving in the underworld.
I had already made preparations to cause a big disturbance in the underworld.
"This is what he deserves." The King of Hell raised his handsome lips. "Before, the underworld didn't know your identity, but now that they know, the lifespans of those around you will be changed because of you."
"I will have the ghost messenger re-record their merit books. Those who are truly kind to you will invisibly increase their merits; while those who want to harm you will naturally lose their merits."
The little girl opened her mouth in surprise. At that moment, she felt like she was the center of the world.
What a cool run!
The little dumpling jumped and clapped his hands.
"That's great! In that case! Naobao, grandma, daddy, cousin, uncle..." The little dumpling mumbled a long string of names, "May they all live a long and healthy life!"
"Do you really believe in their sincerity?" The King of Hell smiled.
"Believe it! They are all good silver! Just like Gege!"
The King of Hell smiled, just like the ice and snow melting and the moon rising.
In an instant, the dark hall was brightly lit, and the previous eerie atmosphere disappeared completely.
"I'll take you back."
"Okay!" Little Dumpling stretched out his hand, "Brother, give me a hug!"
The King of Hell sighed, "Actually, there's no need to hug me, but..."
As he said this, he held her in his arms with great care.
"Although I really want to keep you, it will be too late if I delay any longer."
Yan Wang reached out and pinched her bouncy little face with a little hesitation, "Xiao Jiu'er, go back! Grow up obediently and enjoy your life."
"Hmm..." The little girl was about to agree, but her eyes closed involuntarily...
“Wuwuwu…”
"Boom boom boom clang clang clang..."
The cries that came one after another, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, made the little girl's head buzz.
"What sound?" Little Dumpling suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in his grandmother's arms.
"Xiaobao, are you awake?" Luo Qiuyue looked at her worriedly, "How do you feel?"
"Is Master Xiaojiu awake?"
The people nearby all gathered around with a buzz.
After the village head died, Xiao Jiuer seemed to have lost his soul and didn't say a word, which made everyone very anxious.
Little Dumpling blinked his big eyes and found that everyone had white cloth on their heads.
And next to my ears, I could hear the sound of "dong dong dong".
"Grandpa, the village head!" Xiao Jiuer suddenly stood up.
I saw a coffin not far away with the lid already closed.
The villagers were holding big hammers and hammering big nails into the room...
"stop!"
"No way!"
The little girl was so anxious that her hair was flying.
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