The long-term gap between father and son seems to have faded a little in today's conversation.

The first thing that was torn from the warmth that the father and son had not had in a long time was the young snow. He asked curiously: "What is the matter when my father comes today?"

Anmio wanted to speak but stopped. Today he finally eased his relationship with his son. If he told Taxue now that he had a sister, wouldn’t his relationship with his son be reduced to the starting point?

"If my father doesn't want to say it, then don't say it." Taxue seemed to think of something, and her bright eyes dimmed.

"Actually, I don't know where to start."

Anmio couldn't bear to see his son disappointed, so he had to bite the bullet, pinch his head and tail, pick up the key points, explain the situation of the little black cat A Xuan, and then waited anxiously for his son to get angry.

"So that's how it is." Taxue clapped her hands, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy. She just turned around and went back to her room, and his voice came from afar: "My father, please wait. I'll go change my clothes and wash up, and we'll go together."

Eh?

The reactions that I thought would appear on the snow did not appear, but Anmio looked confused and couldn't believe that he had passed the test so easily.

Taxue quickly changed into a black casual outfit and came out. As the saying goes, a man should wear soap. This outfit looks simple, but in fact, it was Taxue who had been brainstorming alone in the house for a long time before carefully selecting it. It was also the outfit that suited him the most and highlighted his temperament. It shows his importance to this meeting.

When Anmio looked at his handsome son, he suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

This kid dresses even more than me, my father. What if my daughter likes him more when she meets him?

But Anmio was still rational and did not say this. Otherwise, the relationship between father and son, which had finally eased, would have changed back to its original appearance.

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Changyou, the gatekeeper of the underworld, was very unhappy today.

Or, he was not happy all day.

I repeat simple work day and night, without rest, and without feeling tired, but my mind has long fallen to the bottom and cannot sense anything, but it is just mechanically repeating.

This is the punishment from the underworld to the soul who once had a loss of virtue.

The past underworld did indeed have various punishments in the eighteen levels of hell, like humans recorded, such as the tongue-pulling hell, the sharp knife hell, the oil pan, and the sea of ​​fire.

But as time goes by, the worldly society is developing and the times are progressing. These tortures from the old era are gradually abandoned. Because there are too many souls in the underworld, many souls are unable to be reincarnated. The result is that the judge of the reincarnation office of the underworld would rather dereliction of duty than continue like this.

The new King of Hell is a man who keeps up with the times. He sent people who were originally stranded in the underworld and seriously sinned to deal with matters related to reincarnation. Those who were more sinful and guilty were less guilty to deal with cases of people who had suffered from their mistakes. People like Tianyou who only knew how to make mistakes but did not know why they were wrong were sent to do such repetitive work, when would they know why they were wrong and when would they be liberated?

Tianyou was not originally called Tianyou. Tianyou was just his number. He had been looking at the gate of the underworld for a long time, so long that he couldn't remember his original name.

The ghost who came here with him and suffered had long been reincarnated, and only he was still here. Seeing batches of ghosts coming and going, he still didn't know what crime he had committed.

Could it be that the King of Hell misjudged it?

He thought this way, and for some reason, he couldn't help but say it one day.

"Hmm?" The ghost who was waiting for Tianyoukazhang to hear his words and asked in confusion: "What did you say?"

"Oh, that's it." Tianyou told his doubts to the passing ghosts, but he just complained, and didn't expect the other party to give him any good solutions. After all, it was just a passing ghost who met by chance.

"Your question, maybe I really have a solution." The ghost couldn't help saying, "But do you have any valuable secrets?"

"secret?"

"Yes." The enthusiastic ghost nodded, his arm changed into a sign, pointing straight to the junction of the Santa Realm and the Underworld. The enthusiastic ghost said proudly: "Did you see where I point? There is a place called Tai Chi Teahouse. What you want to know, maybe the owner of the teahouse, Boss Zhou, will know."

"But you have to have a sufficiently valuable secret, otherwise why should people help you?"

After the enthusiastic ghost finished speaking, he rubbed his fingers skillfully. He knew this action that has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

Tian You naturally understood, so he naturally stamped the seal and attached a suburb bill. The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, and the difficulty coefficient was three plus signs.

"Oh, my brother is generous." The enthusiastic ghost looked at the face value and fluttered happily: "Thank you, I hope I can see you in the teahouse as soon as possible."

Tian You nodded reservedly and thought, as long as he could leave here as soon as possible, what would this price be?

Finally, he had the hope of leaving, and Tian You's scattered eyes finally became a little firmer. He looked into the distance, feeling a little curious and a little scared.

Who is Boss Zhou from Tai Chi Teahouse?

Boss Zhou is not a human being at all.

In all senses, he is not a human being and is often asked to be a human being.

Just like now.

Anmio was not a stingy monster. Today, for the sake of his daughter, he pinched his nose and ordered a table for Boss Zhou's most expensive table in the Underworld Lanxia Restaurant. Logically speaking, there were only 5 people in total. The table was a standard table for 20 people based on the appetite of the ghost clan and the demon clan. However, this starving ghost-reincarnated guy didn't even let him eat a piece of meat!

Too hateful!

"Little Taxue, come and eat fish!" Boss Zhou smiled brightly, and picked up a piece of ice-heart fish meat with flowers and put it into the plate of Taxue. Taxue had a good impression of Boss Zhou, and Boss Zhou's attentiveness made this kitten who was dedicated to doing good. A faint blush appeared on his face, and he was secretly happy: "Thank you, Brother Chujiu!"

"You call this guy, Brother Jiu?" Anmio couldn't stand it anymore. His son called this guy, Brother Jiu. What do I call this guy?

"Oh!" Zhou Jiuyi glared at Anmio, then turned around and smiled at Taxuemei: "You call me brother, I call you nephew, let's talk about each other!"

"Brother Ninth!"

"Big nephew!"

These two guys sang together, and Anmio was so angry that he couldn't eat it. There was a table of delicious food in front of him, and he was already full of energy without eating it.

Anmio began to doubt himself, was it a mistake to bring his son to the teahouse today?

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