After Sang Yinuo left, the Underworld Emperor immediately carried Zhao Zhao back to the Underworld Emperor Palace.
Zhao Zhao has been sleeping for four hundred years, and his height and weight are still the same as before, without any change. However, after the lost soul came back, at least he is more energetic, although he is indeed a little timid and crybaby.
However, thinking about the civil strife that occurred before Zhao Zhao fell into a coma, the Hades guessed that it might have been the influence that caused Zhao Zhao to develop a fear of the underworld.
The Emperor of Hell slowly stroked Zhao Zhao's head, his eyes full of heartache.
When checking Zhao Zhao's body just now, he found that after his lost soul came back, his spirit and soul were more stable than before, but it was still too fragile. Not only could he not practice the underworld arts, but his body was also very weak.
Four hundred years ago, he sacrificed his small family for the sake of everyone and used the soul-protecting bracelet that protected his son's soul to detain evil spirits, but his young son fell into a deep sleep.
He is a responsible Hades King, but not a responsible father.
However, this time, he would not let his son, who had finally recovered to normal, get into trouble again.
He gently touched his pale little face, placed it gently on the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed.
With a turn of his wrist, a harp was placed on his knees. The harp was reddish in color, and complex runes were drawn on it with gold thread.
Ancient and mysterious.
The Hades did not hesitate at all. He raised his hand and the sound of the piano flowed out slowly and softly.
Zhao Zhao's brows, which had been unconsciously furrowed in his sleep, slowly relaxed, and his face gradually became less pale. On the contrary, the Emperor of the Underworld looked slightly tired.
A quarter of an hour later, the piano music stopped.
Zhao Zhao also slowly opened her eyes.
"Baby~~"
Zhao Zhao looked at the person sitting beside the bed and sat up.
He knew that the man was his father, but he couldn't help but think of his seductive appearance just now, so when he saw his hand reaching out to touch him, he always avoided it unconsciously.
The Hades looked at his empty hand with an exaggerated expression of sadness, "Baby, you are so heartless~~"
Zhao Zhao didn't say anything. She turned her eyes and caught a glimpse of the red skull standing at the head of the bed. It looked particularly eerie and terrifying against the backdrop of the black objects in the palace.
Zhao Zhao shuddered, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes again.
The Hades was confused and asked quickly, "Baby, why are you crying?"
Zhao Zhao mustered up his courage and pointed at the skull with a shaking finger, "Take it out, I don't like it."
The Hades Emperor followed the direction of his finger and saw that Zhao Zhao was referring to the Ghost General who disliked him. Without hesitation, the Hades Emperor said to the Ghost General, "Get out, and don't appear in front of the little prince again."
Zhao Zhao couldn't help but cry even harder when she saw the skeleton slowly moving away under the order of Hades.
The King of Hell was extremely helpless. He hadn't stopped crying since Zhao Zhao woke up.
He rubbed his brows with a headache, and reached out to pick up his son who wanted to hide under the quilt.
His voice was gentle, "Zhao Zhao doesn't like it here?"
Zhao Zhao nodded quickly.
The Hades smiled even more gently and seriously, without any trace of his enchanting look from before.
"If Zhao Zhao is not satisfied with anything, I can ask someone to change it."
Seeing this, Zhao Zhao was no longer polite. She curled up in the arms of Hades and began to give orders.
"I don't like this bed."
"Okay, let's change~"
The King of Hell waved his hand, and the dark, coffin-like bed instantly changed into a white and blue childish bed, which was very much in line with children's preferences.
Zhao Zhao nodded reluctantly. At least it wasn't scary anymore.
Then he looked at the other decorations around him and asked to change them one by one.
The Hades nodded in a good mood and changed them one by one with magic.
After the last screen was replaced, the originally dark, eerie Palace of the Underworld has become a warm and lovely children's room.
The Hades helplessly looked at the little ancestor in his arms and smiled dotingly, "Are you satisfied this time, darling?"
Zhao Zhao looked up and glanced at Ming Huang. Ming Huang felt something was wrong. Sure enough, the next second, he heard his lovely son say, "You are weird too."
The Emperor's expression twisted for a moment, and he forced a smile, "What do you think, darling~"
Zhao Zhao shook her head, but her body struggled to prevent him from hugging her.
The Emperor of Hell had no choice but to put him back on the white and blue bed. He stood in front of Zhao Zhao and changed his clothes in an instant.
The waterfall-like black hair was tied up high with a golden crown, and the black and red robe was embroidered with red spider lilies. He was looming in the gestures of the Hades, noble and mysterious. A smile was on his handsome face, and he was looking at Zhao Zhao with doting.
This time Zhao Zhao finally took a liking to him, and seeing this, she took the initiative to reach out to him.
The Hades was flattered and quickly took him back into his arms.
Holding his small body, my empty heart seemed to be filled.
Seeing that Zhao Zhao was not rejecting him, the Emperor of Hell struck while the iron was hot and asked the maid to bring up a bowl of food.
As soon as Zhao Zhao saw the pale-faced maid, she immediately buried her head in her neck.
The Hades patted his shoulder gently to comfort him and asked the maid to leave.
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