The underworld is on the top of a mountain in the underground ghost market, where the temperature is always high and cold with no sunshine.
There is always a blood moon hanging upside down.
Lu Zhenzhi was the one who didn't believe in such things as ghosts and monsters.
He had also heard about the strange things about the ghost market.
But no matter what happens, it is all man-made.
He had been marching and fighting for many years and was even more convinced of this.
No one knows who the highest official in the underworld is.
As for who the missing Duan Qinghong has become, Lu Zhenzhi has ordered spies to investigate some people.
A few hours ago, he ordered Jian Weiying to prepare the herbs in six hours, and if Fu Tong'er woke up, she would come to treat her eyes.
After sleeping for two hours, Lu Zhenzhi wanted to get up and leave. As soon as he moved, his thigh was pressed down by Fu Tong'er's slender legs, and his body was rubbed upwards by her naked body.
The whole soft and sweet little body instantly lay down on me!
Fu Tong'er didn't sleep.
Now, either Lu Zhenzhi had to be more forceful and pull her down, or he could just continue lying there.
On the floor outside the bed, scattered were Fu Tong'er's pink undershirt, small bellyband, and panties...
He even took off the hair ornaments on her head and placed them on the low round table beside the bed.
Fu Tong'er: "No..." As she said that, she hugged the man's strong body with her two delicate arms.
"The King has something to do."
"I don't want to listen..."
Lu Zhenzhi raised his right hand: "Wash your hands."
Fu Tong'er's face became hot, but she still closed her eyes: "Um... no..."
Lu Zhenzhi pulled the quilt up a little, revealing only Fu Tong'er's shoulders, which still bore scars from the whipping she received when she was abducted.
Lu Zhenzhi put his finger in front of Fu Tong'er's nose: "It smells like Tong'er."
Fu Tong'er's eyes were hazy, half open, and suddenly she smelled something, and suddenly woke up, her face flushed, she closed her eyes, and buried her head in the man's chest in shame: "Master Jiu, what are you doing..."
These eyes!
Lu Zhenzhi narrowed his eyes slightly. Did he see Fu Tong'er open her eyes in this half-asleep and half-awake state?
He sighed deeply, put his raised hand under the quilt, moved it to Fu Tong'er's small body, and hugged her slender waist with one hand.
Lu Zhenzhi was nine feet and three inches tall, and very strong.
One arm is thicker than Fu Tonger's head.
Fu Tong'er, who was about six feet tall, was like a small willow branch on him.
"Since you're not asleep, tell me why he called you a clingy person."
When Fu Tong'er heard this, she wanted to turn over, but Lu Zhenzhi held her slender waist tightly!
He didn't dare to use too much force, because his upper arm was so thick that his forearm was as big as Fu Tong'er's thigh.
"Since you're here, then lie down. I like your tender body pressed against me."
After saying that, he paused and touched the back of Fu Tong'er's head.
Like petting a kitten's head.
"Continue with the question you just asked and answer this king." Lu Zhenzhi didn't want to repeat himself.
Fu Tong'er did not answer immediately. In the illusion, she was indeed sticking to You Yi, still using the name of Jiu Ye.
"I thought I saw Jiu Ye, so I stuck to him."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Zhenyi slapped her bare little butt!
"Jiu...Jiu Ye, it hurts..."
Lu Zhenzhi pinched her little butt and said, "You dare to make up stories when I ask you."
"I do..."
"Um--?"
"I didn't see anything!" Fu Tong'er started to lie. "I'm already lying on Jiu Ye's bed, and Jiu Ye is still entangled in my illusion."
"A soul-soothing pill will make you tell the truth. Then, no matter what you say, I will lock you up in this blazing prison."
"Master Jiu, how can you be so cruel... You've treated me like this, and you just put on your clothes and pants and deny me, right? Don't you have any feelings for me at all?"
"You don't dare to say it, huh?" Lu Zhenzhi was the one who could control people's hearts the most, not to mention that Fu Tong'er was just a little girl.
Lu Zhenzhi said slowly, "A few hours ago, you were in the artifact pavilion at the entrance to the Ghost Market, telling General You that you liked him. As you hugged him, you were looking towards the Underworld. You knew I was watching you through a telescope, and you mouthed 'Brother Lu Jin' to me. You're so cunning."
"Hmph!!" Fu Tong'er turned her head towards the outside of the bed.
"Tong'er, you can't be greedy. And you can't play tricks on two powerful men."
Fu Tong'er: "Master Jiu is in charge of me. Either I marry Master Jiu or I marry General You. I'm leaving a way out for myself. Why can't I just cling to you?"
He paused and said, "What's wrong with playing tricks on you two? I have the capital to do it. If you play it to death, it's because my emotional intelligence is not enough, I admit it. If I marry any of you, I can get what I want, I can grow, I can improve, what's wrong with that? Why do I have to be like a nagging woman, hoping every day that Jiu Ye will finish his work and come to see me?"
Lu Zhenzhi smiled faintly, his two black beards moving upwards: "Oh? You think so. That's why I saved you..."
"Yes! I know. When I heard Prince Hui call you Ninth Uncle, I knew who you were. Prince Chun, the Regent of Great Yan, Ninth Master, who doesn't know you? I just pretended not to know. Coincidentally, Ninth Master really fell for my trick."
Lu Zhenzhi laughed calmly.
"Is the general's status higher than mine?"
"He's a skilled warrior, and he always speaks up for me. If you bully me, I'll go find him and make Master Jiu jealous, thinking I'm not absolutely necessary for you. That way, Master Jiu will think more about me. Besides, he's the great general of Dayan, so of course I want to keep him, but I don't want to marry him."
After hearing about his little daughter's delicate thoughts, Lu Zhenzhi found them quite interesting.
Then he said in a more relaxed tone: "Oh, well, go on."
"Why don't you tell me?"
"I want to hear you talk about these self-righteous little tricks!" Lu Zhenzhi said leisurely.
As a man in his thirties who had used countless tricks on the battlefield, he also found it interesting to hear these things.
"So, why did General You call you a clingy person? Tell me, I won't blame you."
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