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"Dear, just stand by and help me hold this. I'll do the picking," Su Anrong said with a smile, probably sensing my fear.
I swallowed hard. Although I really wanted to help, I was terrified that if I picked, I would tear that face off. The thought of that image made me shudder.
Su Anrong picked flowers with the precision of a whack-a-mole game, knocking off one after another. In no time, he had gathered over ten blooms, but Qiao Ziyuan needed a pound. We were still far from enough.
I stood beside him with the flower basket, nervously watching him, feeling as if someone was watching us from behind.
When I turned around, all I saw was emptiness, swirling black mist, and occasionally glimpses of a few ghosts drifting in the distance.
The cold air was biting; I should have worn my down jacket today.
Suddenly, I felt something cold and damp press against my face, as if it had licked my cheek.
I reached up to touch it but found nothing—only a smooth, unidentified object.
But time was pressing. Not wanting to disturb Su Anrong, I took a few steps closer to him while glancing back every few moments, yet saw nothing unusual.
Just then, a bright red object suddenly leaped from behind me onto Su Anrong's back—it was a small baby about fifty centimeters tall.
"Garlic Paste! Be careful!" I shouted in terror, only to see the baby giggling and reaching into Su Anrong's back.
"A-Shang! A-Shang!"
I instinctively felt that the baby meant no good for Su Anrong. In a panic, I rushed over, but before I could do anything, Su Anrong swiftly grabbed the baby's collar and tossed him onto the ground. "Yama, you're being naughty again."
Yama.
She was actually Yama.
The baby showed no signs of anger. Standing on the ground, when he spoke, he sounded nothing like an infant—his voice was high-pitched yet commanding, like a queen.
“A-Shang, are you picking all these flowers to give to me?” She giggled while looking at me, “Your little flower girl is a human.”
Little flower girl? How dare a baby call me that.
“You're still too young to receive flowers. If you need anything, I can give you some diapers,” Su Anrong joked.
The King of Hell pouted unhappily, jumped lightly, and climbed back onto Su Anrong’s shoulders, planting a kiss on his face. “A-Shang, I’m already a thousand years old. I can marry you now!”
What is she saying? She wants to marry Su Anrong? Dream on! Garlic Paste is already taken.
I could no longer hold back and tried to pull the King of Hell off Su Anrong's back, but the moment I touched her, my whole body stiffened.
The King of Hell turned around with a grin, her doll-like big eyes shining with a terrifying light. “Don’t touch me, lowly human.”
Seriously? This dead girl calls me a lowly human? The King of Hell thinks she’s so great, but she’s just a ghost.
But she has powers, and as a mere human, how could I compete with her? I could only stand there foolishly, unable to move.
Su Anrong pulled the King of Hell off him again with displeasure, anger flashing in his eyes. “She’s not some lowly human; she’s my wife.” As he spoke, he embraced me tightly, and soon I felt I could move again.
The King of Hell’s expression suddenly changed dramatically. Her giggles echoed ominously as the atmosphere shifted. Manjushahua rustled as it twisted and grew wildly.
“How could you fall for such a lowly existence? You actually fell for such a lowly existence!” The King of Hell gritted her teeth, her voice resonating throughout the underworld. Then she burst into laughter, mixed with the unique giggles of a baby that sent chills down one’s spine. “You, the Spirit Sovereign, actually descended to the mortal realm for such a woman! How can you justify my thousand years of waiting?”
I wanted to peek out to see what was happening, but Su Anrong forcefully pressed my head down, keeping me hidden in his embrace.
But Garlic Boy, I don’t want to hide like this! I want to know what the King of Hell means!
“King of Hell, we are both adults now. In love, there are never equals. Besides, I’ve told you for a thousand years to give up on this thought. Why can’t you let it go?”
"I’m still a minor, I’m just a baby, I don’t understand all those grand principles you talk about. All I know is that since you’re willing to come see me once a month, and this month you even came twice, I know you must be planning to marry me," the voice of the King of Hell said in a childish tone, which was quite awkward, but I didn’t dare to laugh and could only listen quietly.
"I'm coming every month just to fulfill my promise from before. As for why I'm here today, you’ve already seen it; I’m here to pick flowers."
"Hmph, you want to pick my Manjushahua but don’t want to marry me. Dream on!"
I felt myself being pulled back by Su Anrong. One of his hands was behind my back protecting me while the other reached out. "Then let’s settle this the old way."
I was anxious; on one hand, I didn’t know the King of Hell's strength—what if Su Anrong lost? On the other hand, I was worried about delaying the treatment for Siyuan.
But when I saw their duel, I realized I had overthought it.
The King of Hell’s voice came in waves like the Boeing Divine Skill: "Two little bees, flying into the flower patch, fly away..."
I twisted my body with curiosity and peeked out. Then I saw Su Anrong throw a cloth while the King of Hell threw a punch.
So, Su Anrong won.
"You lost," Su Anrong said triumphantly as he picked up the flower basket I had placed on the ground, ignoring the King of Hell and starting to pick flowers.
The King of Hell waved his tiny fists in anger: "You’re cheating! You know I can only throw punches!"
What does it mean to only throw punches? I looked over in surprise and then realized that the King of Hell's hands had no palms or fingers—just tiny fists.
Wow, Su Anrong, how can you be so cruel to a baby?
Ugh, ugh, ugh! Youmai Vegetable, this is not the time to feel sorry for others!
I quickly retracted my sympathy and began to happily follow Su Anrong as he picked flowers.
Who would have thought that just as I took a step forward, the King of Hell began to lose his temper. "A-Shang, I absolutely disagree with you being with this woman. She is not worthy of you! I will destroy her and make sure she remains in my underworld for all eternity!"
As he spoke, the surrounding dark energy swirled like a tornado, and countless ghosts appeared behind him, the scent of death overwhelming.
"You dare?" Su Anrong halted his actions, turned around, and shouted. To my astonishment, his hair began to grow wildly right before my eyes, cascading down to his waist. His clothes transformed into the long robe he wore when I first met him—elegant and otherworldly.
In that moment, I was utterly mesmerized.
I thought the underworld was about to erupt into chaos because of me, but who would have guessed that with Su Anrong's roar, the King of Hell began to cry out loud. "Wah wah wah! You actually yelled at me! I don't love you anymore!"
"That's what you get," Su Anrong said coldly. With a swift motion, he pulled me into his embrace, an undeniable aura of royalty enveloping us. He cast a chilling glance at the underworld army behind the King. "Youmai Vegetable is my wife. Whether in this life or any other, that fact will never change. In this lifetime, she is my only wife. Even if the three realms undergo great changes and the underworld ceases to exist, she will always belong to me. I, Qi Zunshang, can only be hers."
Holding my hand tightly, Su Anrong stepped closer to the King of Hell. The King’s eyes were brimming with tears; even I felt a pang of sympathy. Yet Su Anrong added fuel to the fire by saying, "Whether it's the high and mighty King of Hell or someone as humble as her, my love for her will never waver. Even if she were to be reborn as a pig in her next life, she would still be my greatest love."
"Su Anrong, could you please choose a better metaphor? I was feeling somewhat touched until that last line ruined it all."
"If it weren't for me, you would never have been able to be with her."
The King of Hell's face turned bright red with anger; if he were a child in the human world, he would have been adorably cute. I couldn't help but want to pinch his cheeks. However, remembering how stiff I became just from touching him earlier made me quickly dismiss that thought in fear.
"You appreciate my previous help and know that I owe you a favor, but that doesn't mean you can use it as leverage for endless negotiations with me. You want me to visit you once a month? For a thousand years I've never missed a visit; I think that's enough to repay your favor. Starting next month, I won't come looking for you anymore."
The King of Hell's rosy lips quivered as he looked at Su Anrong with tear-filled eyes. "Is what you said true?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"A-Shang, I take back what I just said! I won’t take this human away! Please continue visiting me! And also... you can pick any flowers you want; it’s fine if you take them all! Just take back what you said earlier!" The King of Hell ran on his short legs toward Su Anrong, trying to grab his hand but was met with a fierce glare that sent him retreating once more.
I was afraid that Su Anrong would disagree, so I quickly said, "Sure, sure!"
Su Anrong looked at me with a frosty expression, and I hurriedly shut my mouth. Still, I cautiously added, "Garlic Paste, I want to save Siyuan."
He reached out and cupped my face in his hands. "If you say it's good, then it's good." Then he turned to the King of Hell and said, "I agree."
Su Anrong lifted the flower basket and handed it to the King of Hell. "Just pick a pound."
I quickly stepped forward to take the basket. "No need to trouble the King of Hell; I'll do it." I thought it was unfair to bully a baby, but as I turned around, I suddenly remembered Manjushahua's face beneath me and awkwardly handed the basket back to the King of Hell. "Maybe you should do it instead."
As the King of Hell passed by me, I felt a sharp pain in my foot, slowly creeping up my ankle.
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