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Su Anrong was completely unfazed, her face cold as she said, "Just because she doesn't feel pain doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Two minutes."
"Alright, alright, I'll take it back, but you have to hand her over to me," the King of Hell huffed, his cheeks puffed out like a little balloon.
"Come up yourself." Su Anrong was already quite displeased and had no intention of shifting her position.
After hesitating for a moment, the King of Hell's eyes suddenly sparkled. With a whoosh, he flew over and said, "Stick your foot out."
I extended my foot, and the King of Hell squatted beside it, extending her round little fist. Before she could start, Su Anrong warned, "If you make any other little moves, don't blame me for being rude."
"Hmph, stingy! I'm not that bad," she replied, placing her pink little fist on my ankle. I watched her intently, curious about what she was going to do.
To be honest, I still felt a bit uneasy about this little brat. It seemed to me that if she suddenly decided to do something to me, I wouldn't be able to resist at all.
But Su Anrong's large hand gently stroked my back, signaling me not to be nervous, and I gradually relaxed.
However, the next second, I nearly cried out in shock.
I saw the King of Hell's round little fist suddenly open a small gap, from which countless thin black threads shot out like confetti. Those black threads seemed alive as they wrapped around my ankle tightly, with her little fist also snugly coiled around it.
The icy and slippery sensation sent shivers down my spine.
Then I felt something latch onto my ankle; it felt like blood was slowly seeping out.
I anxiously glanced at Su Anrong, recalling what he had said about many monsters sucking my blood without stopping. Surely the King of Hell wouldn't do that too?
"Wow, your blood is so delicious! No wonder you're a Supreme Spirit Tool!" the King of Hell giggled gleefully, clearly enjoying herself.
Su Anrong reassured me, "Don't worry. She wouldn't dare do that."
"A-Shang, you're so mean! Can't you let me play a little?"
"I brought her here to atone for my sins, not for you to play with."
Yama's face immediately changed color. The dark lines quickly retracted into her fists, and she huffed in dissatisfaction, "A-Shang, your words are really unpleasant. What sin do I need to atone for? I am Yama; even if I make mistakes, it's others who owe me an apology. I've never had to atone for anything. I don't like you anymore."
"That's just fine," Su Anrong said as he stood up, holding me in his arms. "Is it over?"
"I don't know. You're so capable; you can check for yourself," Yama said as she slid back onto her throne, crossing her arms and refusing to look at us any longer.
Su Anrong didn't check my foot; he seemed quite confident that Yama wouldn't leave anything undone and was ready to leave with me.
Seeing that he ignored her completely, Yama shouted angrily, "I only took out what I put in! She has a contract with the spirits; that contract has nothing to do with me."
"You’re Yama; you have no control over the spirits."
Yama turned her face toward Su Anrong and stuck out her tongue. "That's my business. Whether I want to care or not is up to me."
The dialogue between these two supreme beings was quite unexpected, and I felt a bit embarrassed, yet I also heard Yama say something completely incomprehensible.
"And besides, you caused today's situation yourself; you can't blame me. I've helped you with everything I could. I can't keep owing him from hundreds of years ago and continue to owe him now. I'm a wise ruler, you know."
Su Anrong seemed afraid she would continue talking and said nothing more as he carried me directly out of the Underworld. As we passed by the Underworld River, he casually picked a Manjushahua flower.
"What are you picking that for?"
"Qiao Ziyuan wants a Manjushahua for a hairpin; she probably thinks it looks nice, so I wanted to give you one too." He gently tucked the flower into my hair beside my ear.
However, as soon as he placed it there, the flower fell off.
He chuckled softly, "Garlic, are you silly? I didn’t bring a headband or braid my hair. Besides, my hair is so smooth and flowing; how could such a big flower stay in?"
"Oops, my bad, dear. Let me try again." With that, he quickly picked another Manjushahua. This time, to prevent it from falling off, he pretended to grab something above my head before placing the flower in again—and surprisingly, it stayed put.
He held my face seriously and looked at me. "My wife is just beautiful." Then he hugged my head and kissed me.
I shivered all over and tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip around my waist and whispered, "Don't move; the flower will fall."
Soon, we arrived home, and Rice was like a little guard dog, sitting at the door waiting for us. As soon as we returned, he rushed over and said, "Mommy, you look so beautiful today!"
The little guy sure knows how to flatter; it made me feel a bit shy.
I lowered my head bashfully, but before I could fully bow down, Su Anrong lifted my chin with her hand. "Don't lower your head; the flowers will fall."
I was taken aback. I felt quite stable in my stance, so why couldn't I move or lower my head?
Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed towards me as Qiao Ziyuan excitedly ran out in her long white robe. " Lord Zunshang, I heard you might have gone to the underworld! Did you bring me back Manjushahua and Youmai Vegetable? Thank you so much! You even brought them back in a flower pot for my hairpin."
What is she talking about? I couldn't understand at all.
I glanced at Su Anrong, then at Rice, and finally at Qiao Ziyuan. She blinked and pointed at my head. "Thank you! Just being well is the greatest gratitude to me."
"Well said!" Qiao Ziyuan quickly styled her hair up, pinning the red Manjushahua into her bun. She looked astonishingly beautiful; of course, it all came down to her aura.
If she didn't speak, her presence could easily overshadow many third-tier actresses.
"Youmai Vegetable, I'm taking Siyuan to meet the Qiao family relatives and officially hold this underworld marriage ceremony. We'll be leaving now," Qiao Ziyuan said as she approached Siyuan and helped her up.
Qiao Lianjiu had remained silent, but judging by his attitude towards Siyuan, at least he wasn't entirely opposed to this marriage. That put my mind at ease.
Once they left, Rice eagerly pulled out that Wedding Attire again. "Mommy, can you try it on now? I really want to see what you look like as a bride!"
"Rice, I'm really tired today. Can we talk about this another day?" I had barely managed to dodge this topic yesterday; why was he so stubborn? Rice, you must be a Taurus—stubborn as a bull!
Su Anrong wore an expression that clearly said "I'm hurt," but she said, "Honey, if you're tired, go rest. Son, put the Wedding Attire back."
"Oh." Rice's smile instantly vanished as he dejectedly dragged the heavy Wedding Attire back into the room.
Seeing their expressions made it hard for me to resist. I finally sighed and said, "Alright, alright. I'll just try it on. But remember, it's just a try!"
"Okay, Mommy," Rice exclaimed, as if he had just been injected with adrenaline. "Mommy, come over here and change in the room. I won't peek, and I'll keep an eye on Daddy to make sure he doesn't peek either."
"Do I look like a spirit that would sneak a glance? If I want to see, I'll do it openly."
Su Anrong, are you three years old? Why are you arguing about this?
I was too exhausted to continue the conversation with them. Silently, I entered the room and began changing into my Wedding Attire. I must admit, Garlic's craftsmanship was impressive. Could it be that every stitch was truly embroidered by him? The Wedding Attire was adorned with numerous peony flowers, creating a mesmerizing effect that almost made one dizzy.
As I took off my clothes and looked at my bare self in the mirror, I glanced at the intricately designed Wedding Attire.
I suddenly felt confused.
How on earth could I not figure out how to wear this?
Standing inside the Wedding Attire felt like trying to put on a wedding dress. I attempted to pull it up from the bottom, but no matter what I did, it wouldn't budge. There were no zippers—just those old-fashioned buttons everywhere and countless straps.
After struggling for quite some time without success, I was so anxious that I started to sweat.
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