Ghost Husband: The Beloved of the Underworld
The cold male god

Seulgi thought at this moment, Jaemin would definitely send someone to watch over him the entire time, lest his secret work from Fengdu would do something that was not good for Mingdu.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, Taeyong had mistakenly sent him to Hades.

No, it must be said that it was wrong for him to start this kind of intensive training and send it to the underworld.

He belittles Jaemin too much, thinking that Seulgi looks harmless to humans and animals and can fool Jaemin's eyes.

However, things have gotten to this point, Seulgi can only take one step at a time, Seulgi has no idea what Jaemin will do to him in the future.

But Seulgi believes that things in his previous life must have developed like this.

Since the Nian Beast's voice did not appear again, it showed that everything Seulgi had done so far had progressed according to the historical path, and there were no irregularities or mistakes.

That nice.

Immediately, a female doctor was summoned by Han Su, she came up empty-faced, crouched down in front of Seulgi, and subconsciously pressed down on her knees with a pair of cold big hands.

"Aah!" Seulgi could not help crying in pain.

Seulgi just wanted to say, please be gentle, but before he can say it, the medical woman pressed her dislocated knee with a "click" and put it back together.

Then, he got up and followed in Han Su's footsteps without saying a word.

In this way, the two facial paralysis floated together, leaving Seulgi sitting alone in the sinister house.

Seulgi carefully propped up the corridor and stood up, only to find that his legs could walk, and he felt relieved.

A gust of wind blew, and a palm-sized paperboy happened to be blown by the wind.

Inevitably Seulgi took a look, only to realize that the ghosts I had just kicked up were all paper sculptures, not ghosts at all.

Heh, in order to test it, Jaemin really took pains. Seulgi thought this house was a ghost prison, but actually it was just an illusion that he had deliberately created.

Seulgi is fine this time, what will happen between him and Jaemin.

Back at the residence that night, when it was almost midnight, the other servants in the next room had already fallen asleep.

Seulgi dragged his tired and hungry body, and as soon as Seulgi returned to his room, he immediately opened the package, took out a few bundles of dried food, and ate it voraciously with well water.

This dry food was really unpleasant, but at the moment he was so hungry that he was limp.

Seulgi desperately hoped life could pass faster. This hungry and tired day is really hard. Seulgi only hopes that the real culprit who killed the queen of the underworld can be found as quickly as possible, and the evidence can be brought back to modern times and thrown before Hades.

But from the looks of it, it seemed like it was still a long time before the Queen of the Underworld was killed.

After finally filling his stomach, Seulgi was about to lie down and sleep, when he heard Han Su's voice outside the door: "Miss, have you slept?"

Seulgi was surprised, why did Han Su come here? Could it be related to Jaemin?

At that moment, Seulgi tiptoed, leaned against the door, and whispered: "I'm not sleeping, is Master Han Su okay?"

After a pause, Han Su said to Seulgi in a low voice through the door: "Please, girl, follow me. Go to the Son of Heaven's Palace, His Majesty is waiting for you there."

Seulgi's heart suddenly stiffened, already very late, what did Jaemin ask to go to his palace?

Right now, Seulgi started thinking about it, and then happily agreed to it.

"Sir Hansu, please wait a moment, the waiter will come later."

After he finished speaking, Seulgi immediately put on his clothes, put on a little makeup in front of the mirror, tied his hair with jade hairpins, and looked left and right at the mirror until he was fully dressed, and he was wearing a full set of clothes, makeup properly, Seulgi opened the pavilion door.

At that moment, Han Su had been standing outside the door waiting for him, he could not help his surprise when he saw that Seulgi was doodling and painting at this time, he was unable to help himself, not so relaxed during the day.

Immediately, Seulgi saw a trace of disdain in his eyes.

But right now, Seulgi was so happy in his heart that he did not care about his humiliation at all. Thinking that he would soon see Jaemin again, Seulgi subconsciously raised the corner of his lips silently.

Han Su turned into a poker face again, and walked ahead silently, leading the way.

Seulgi happily followed behind him. At this moment, the underworld was peaceful, and the faintly lit candle floated in the air sporadically, emitting a hint of light into the dark night.

"Master Han Su, it's already so late, what's the point of calling a servant?"

Han Su replied in a cold voice without turning his head, "Will know."

Suddenly Seulgi felt a little mischievous: "His Majesty shouldn't have asked the maid to warm the bed?"

Suddenly, Han Su stopped, and Seulgi walked over with his head bowed, almost hitting his back.

Looking back coldly, he glared at Seulgi: "Son, please respect yourself."

Poof! Seeing his serious poker face, Seulgi almost burst into laughter.

Turning his head, he continued walking forward, saying in a cold voice, "Your Majesty has never been close to a woman. He only met girls when he was young because of his special status. Please don't be too sentimental."

"Oh." His eyes, following his footsteps coldly.

Of course Seulgi knew that nothing would happen between him and Jaemin at this time, could I let him lust? What a serious ten thousand year iceberg.

As they walked to the entrance of the Hall of the Sons of Heaven, Seulgi caught a glimpse that Jaemin was holding Shura and pulled the bowstring onto the paper figure in the hall.

"Your Majesty, that person has been brought here," Han Su said with bowed eyes.

“Understanding, you go down,” said Jaemin, but he did not even see them, and pointed his bow at the paper statue.

Han Su slightly nodded and stepped back.

It's hard, but not impossible.

However, Seulgi sees and finds that, according to the direction he is heading now, it is impossible to hit him.

Sure enough, an arrow was released, and the arrow was inserted a few tenths of a centimeter from the target, just a little distance away.

He frowned slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with his appearance.

Seulgi chuckled, taking a few steps forward.

"Your Majesty, you're just a little short now. In fact, if you look closely, you will find that the paper man did not stand still, but trembled very weakly as the wind blew outside the palace. Therefore, if you want to hit, you need to consider the effect of wind speed, and improve the direction of the shot."

Jaemin's expression froze, and then he turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a cute smile that was not a smile.

Immediately, he handed Shura over to Seulgi, and slowly raised the corner of his lips: "Let Your Majesty see your archery skills."

Seulgi smiled indifferently, picked up Shura, and skillfully pulled the bowstring.

An arrow was released, and the arrow shot the mole without accident.

"Good land." Jaemin clapped his hands and looked at him with approval in his eyes.

But in the next second, Shura in his hand was suddenly snatched away by him, and a cold blade was already on Seulgi's neck.

“It looks like Taeyong has taught you a lot.”

Jaemin held the long sword in his hand and looked at Seulgi coldly, the approval in his eyes had long been replaced by a cold light.

Seulgi was shocked from the bottom of his heart, as he faced Jaemin, he was always less vigilant, thinking that Jaemin would do nothing to him.

But Seulgi ignored him, it was already a thousand years, and he was not a doting husband, but a cold and arrogant king, who was very suspicious and thought of him as a spy sent by Fengdu.

Seulgi was so careless, he really wanted to slap himself.

At that moment, Seulgi softened his tone and looked at him sincerely: "Your Majesty, let go of me! The Ghost King master had indeed taught some skills to the servants, but now that the identities of the servants had been discovered by His Majesty, they would no longer work for the Ghost King Master. And following the instructions of His Majesty."

Seulgi finished speaking in one breath, only to find that Jaemin's eyes were even colder.

He sneered: "Leaving Taeyong so soon? He raised you up and taught you skills, but once your identity is known, it would be very ungrateful for you to turn to His Majesty."

Suddenly, he changed the subject again.

"Of course, what you said just now is a lie, but a reason to save your life."

Seulgi shook his head helplessly, seeing the long sword in his hand getting closer, and it had already touched his neck at this moment, Seulgi could feel that. His hands slowly exerted strength.

"Your Majesty! What Seulgi said was true! Seulgi really won't be working for the Ghost King Lord anymore, please forgive me!"

With a bang, Jaemin's sword suddenly slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Seulgi was surprised, not knowing what he was going to do.

Seeing his face change, the cold expression just now suddenly turned into a trace of shock, shock, and disbelief.

"What did you just say?" He suddenly took a step forward, shook Seulgi's shoulder, and asked sharply.

Seulgi was very confused, what did I just say?

As Seulgi thought about it, he asked again: "You just said, what's your name?"

Seulgi looked at her confusedly, and stuttered, "Servant, the maid's name is Seulgi."

"Which gi?"

This stopped Seulgi from asking. Seulgi looked at his serious expression, thought for a long time, and then said: "That's one of 1234567, number seven." Seulgi did not know if he explained clearly.

As a result, Jaemin looked at him seriously for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his wrist, and pulled Seulgi into the hall without any explanation.

Seulgi was a little confused, he did not know what he was going to do, why he reacted so greatly when he heard his name.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do? Can you let go of the waiter first? My hand hurts!"

Seulgi looked at her anxiously dragging her into the front hall, feeling a little unsure.

As a result, she ignores Seulgi's struggle and drags him through the front garden alone.

Seulgi suddenly understood that he was going to take her to his bedroom.

What would you do if you dragged me into her bedroom in the middle of the night?

Seulgi really could not blame him for thinking too much, after all, in his eyes, Jaemin was a wolf who did not eat enough.

At that moment, Seulgi was dragged away by him, and a hint of excitement appeared in his heart.

Thinking of this, Seulgi's words subconsciously showed a hint of embarrassment: "Your Majesty, um, the servant girl is not ready yet, can you wait for the servant girl to grow up a little, can you wait for the servant girl to grow up a little, and when he's eighteen, can you sleep again?"

Suddenly, Jaemin stopped in his tracks, and as he looked back, Seulgi saw the corner of his lips twitch.

"Shut up!" He stared at Seulgi sharply.

Seulgi was frightened by her sharp eyes, and shut her mouth quickly.

Jaemin a thousand years ago, why was he so cold and serious, with no interest at all, it was very different from the way he whispered words of love in his ears every night a thousand years later.

What happened in a thousand years? Let the cold male god and ascetic be old drivers who never feel enough.