"I'm going to get married."
Chiaki said with a calm voice that didn't have a single ripple in it.
This happened three days ago.
In front of the two tall red pillars in The Hall of Hell, Qianqiu handed in her work report to her superior.
"Eh — — Eh — —?!!"
The one who made the most surprised sound was the King of Hell who was trying to stretch his body to relieve his stiffness. Because he was the last King of Hell in the Trial of Ten Kings, he accumulated a lot of resentment and pressure. Compared to his mind, his aging body couldn't withstand it.
Migraines and back pain also frequently acted up. Recently, he was considering buying a bamboo treadmill to relieve the pain.
Chiaki's direct superior was a tall, youthful-looking demon with a single horn on his forehead. His expression was fierce, but his personality was very calm.
After he took the report, he roughly scanned through it and grunted in a low voice.
"I have a general understanding of the situation." His eyes moved away from the report and fixed on the fox masked girl standing in front of him. "Then, since you're going to get married, it's necessary to adjust your vacation time."
Because of the height difference, he had to lower his head to see Qianqiu who was looking up at him.
Probably to pay homage to her superior who always wore a black kimono, Qianqiu also wore a black sailor suit from head to toe. Only her scarf was red.
In order to be able to walk normally in the modern world, she couldn't imitate her superior and draw red lines at the end of her eyes. (Only because she couldn't show any obvious traces of makeup, otherwise, it would be troublesome if she was caught by the Discipline Committee.) So she took a step back and drew cinnabar patterns on the fox mask, which also had the effect of suppressing her aura.
And the fox was a kind of ambiguous existence that wandered between a wild demon and a god's messenger.
Because of the uniqueness of Qianqiu's job, she chose to use the fox mask as her representative, which also successfully implied her identity. She had been invited to join the company by her superior, so she was no different from a wandering wild fox.
"It will take about three days." Qianqiu raised three fingers, "Although the pre-wedding preparations were done by the other party, the bride's duty can't be pushed to others. I can only go by myself. "
"Then I'll give your work to other ghosts in these three days."
"Is this the time to calmly discuss marriage leave?!" The ignored King Of Hell shouted across the table made of skeletons, "Xiao Qianqiu is still a child! Isn't the age of humans only 16? The modern world isn't ancient times, 16 year old children won't get married so early — —! "
Her superior and Qianqiu both turned to look at him.
"The legal age for marriage in modern Japanese society is 16 years old," the boss said in a calm tone. "So, there is no problem with the law."
Chiaki continued with the same steady tone through the fox mask, "It is just as Honizeng-sama said. And received consent and signatures from both parents' parents. The wedding preparations to prepare's to to get married
"Your idle father is the biggest problem!" King Of Hell looked like he was about to vomit blood, "You have to marry someone you like! You have to accompany each other for a lifetime, it's not something that can be decided so easily! "
Qianqiu was startled, tilted her head, and the red string with the bell slipped out of her hair. The corners of her lips under the mask silently curved.
"That middle-aged man who has accomplished nothing. At the age of a mid-life crisis, he desperately wants to do something to prove himself. "
Her superior seemed to be immersed in a brief memory, raised his hand to his chin and said, "That Mr. Li? I seem to have met him once before, I really want to invite him to work in Hell. There are many places in Hell that need people with special abilities like him. "
Qianqiu turned to look at him and said, "Dad's wish is to live to ninety years old. It will take many years for dad to come to Hell. "
"Is that so. But for ghosts and gods, several decades is just a blink of an eye. "Her superior put his hand into his sleeve," It'll be here soon. I'm looking forward to Mr. Li joining us. "
"Are you two sure that he'll go to Hell!!!"
"Isn't that obvious?"
The two of them answered in unison.
Qianqiu looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "Ah."
"It's already time. I'll take my leave first, Ghost Lamp Daren, King Of Hell. "
King Of Hell leaned out of the table and looked at her curiously.
"Xiao Qianqiu leaving so early, how strange."
Qianqiu subconsciously raised her finger to scratch her cheek, but when her finger touched the mask, she realized that it was inconvenient to wear the fox mask, so she could only put it down.
"Because I'm about to get married. The women's tea party hosted by Miss Ah Xiang decided to hold a bachelor party for me today. "
She reached out to untie the red string tied behind her head, took off the fox mask, and revealed a pure white and delicate face. She looked up at the two of them and smiled, as fresh as the snow white jasmine swaying in the morning breeze.
"Then, I'll take my leave first."
King Of Hell, who was sitting behind a tall table piled with skulls, and his first assistant watched her leave together. Her long black hair fluttered behind her as she walked. The sound of the red clogs stepping on the green tiles was particularly crisp.
"Speaking of which, Xiao Qianqiu will wear a mask as long as she's working." King Of Hell recalled, "When she wears the mask, she'll be an assistant sent from Hell to the modern world. After she takes it off, she'll be an ordinary JK. Is this the so-called switch for working? "
Ghost Lamp had already lowered his head to flip through the thick documents and replied, "King Of Hell, please also switch on your work and work until your last breath."
"That way, I'll die — —!"
The King of Hell's cries of agony filled the entire courtroom.
When Qianqiu returned from Hell to the modern world, it was already the middle of the moon.
The corners of her eyes were red, and she hiccuped as she walked shakily on the roof of a house with her clogs.
She waved goodbye to Mr. Long Che, who kindly sent her to the border between Hell and the modern world. She was blown by the night wind, and most of her drunkenness had dissipated. Although she hadn't completely regained her senses, her body was as light as a feather. She looked around and didn't see any signs of other humans, so she chose to take a shortcut.
She jumped onto the street lamp, jumped onto the roof of a house, and returned to the apartment she lived in with her sister after a few leaps. She was probably a bit tired, so she just sat on the windowsill outside her room and stared at the night sky in a daze. She didn't go straight home.
The night breeze blew her long hair that was scattered behind her, and her hair fluttered in the wind. The pure black pleated skirt also fluttered in the wind.
Qianqiu hiccuped intermittently, and her breath was full of the smell of alcohol. But she didn't forget to strengthen the concealment spell on her body to prevent normal people from seeing a girl who looked like she was about to jump off a building sitting outside the window.
Her sister in the house heard a strange noise and came to check. As expected, she saw her sister sitting outside the window and waving at her.
"Don't always sit in such a dangerous place!" Li Zhuxue reprimanded without much deterrence, and took out a talisman from her pocket and threw it out.
The talisman stopped a second before it touched Qianqiu, and then it emitted a blinding light and turned into fine powder. Countless streams of wind wrapped around her.
"I won't fall — —"
Qianqiu's words were interrupted by a loud hiccup. Even she was stunned, she subconsciously covered her mouth, and her sluggish expression revealed a bit of stupidity.
Li Zhuxue sighed and reached out to her sister.
"Come in."
Qianqiu shook her head.
"If I go in, I won't be able to help but want to sleep." She said while shaking her head. "I won't go in. I still have things to say. "
Li Zhuxue sighed again.
"Qianqiu, what do you want to say?"
"On the way back — —" Qianqiu raised her index finger and said seriously, "I went to see that person."
"That person?"
"The person who is going to get married."
"Akashiji Seijuro -kun."
Qianqiu nodded vigorously.
"That person …" She tilted her head and thought for a moment. Her cheeks that were flushed because of the alcohol could be seen clearly under the moonlight. "That person is very good-looking."
"… …"
Qianqiu was still trying hard to describe:
"Red hair, red eyes, like blood."
She bent her finger and put it under her lips, her white teeth biting her knuckles. Her eyes were hazy and intoxicating, and she said vaguely, "Eat … … so good-looking, I kind of want to eat him."
"Qianqiu, you can't eat the groom before the wedding." Li Zhuxue patiently reminded her, "Human women won't eat their spouses."
So Qianqiu sighed heavily and showed a resentful and regretful expression. Of course, it was fleeting. She was soon attracted by other things. She leaned on the windowsill and told her sister about the bachelor party that her colleagues held for her tonight.
She also happened to meet Miss Lilith shopping on the streets of Unity Hell. As a wife, she joined the celebration team with great interest.
"The little girl with the fox mask is getting married? That's great ~ Japanese men are very honest and cute, and they're also very unguarded. It's easy to get whatever you want. "
Mrs. Lilith smiled while holding her chin.
Qianqiu repeated Lilith's words word for word, and then asked:
"Can you really get whatever you want?"
Li Zhuxue suppressed the twitching of the corner of her mouth, "Well … … from a certain point of view, it's true. But Qianqiu, no one can live as they wish. If you want to get good luck like that, you have to pay a high price. You can't do that! "
Qianqiu's expression was blank for a few seconds, as if trying to absorb her words. Tilting her head, her scattered long hair covered half of her eyebrows and eyes. She lowered her eyelashes and yawned a little.
She raised her right hand and said coquettishly, "I want to sleep, sister."
Li Zhuxue sighed deeply, stepped forward and opened her arms to catch her sister who rushed in, half supporting and half dragging her to the bathroom.
"You really smell of alcohol, go take a shower first … … Don't sleep now, Qianqiu!"
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It was like a scene in a dream. In a pervasive mist, the world was white. The sound of gurgling water came from all directions, and the clear sound of a bell echoed above the water.
The sound of flapping wings swept across the water, leaving a series of ripples. The condensed water fragrance was scattered by the falling feathers, and the clear wind blew, faintly dispelling it.
A creature that looked like a crane stepped on the water, passed through the swaying reeds, and rushed into the depths of the clouds. He looked back in the mist and caught a glimpse of a black feather floating down from the corner of his eye, lying on the surface of the water.
The black crane feather floated to his feet with the fine flowing water. He bent down, and the moment his fingertips were about to touch the feather, the red-haired boy in the darkness suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were locked, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. After a while, his slightly trembling breathing slowly calmed down. He turned on the bedside lamp, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.
The curtains were tightly drawn, and not a trace of starlight outside could be seen. But in such a city, even the lights in the middle of the night would cover the faint light of the galaxy. He rubbed his temples, walked to the window, and opened the curtain. The light of the distant street lamps shone through.
As if the sound of the window opening had startled someone, there was a strange noise from the roof above.
He was startled, and leaned on the windowsill to look out. Before half of his body could be seen, he saw a black shadow hanging upside down from the eaves. It swayed slightly twice, and hung in front of the window like a big bat. The wind blew up the sleeves that suddenly hung down, and gently fluttered.
"… …"
His eyes moved, and he calmly looked at it.
The slightly cold wind of the night blew up the loose hair on his forehead, revealing his delicate eyebrows.
The pair of crimson eyes that were slightly dark under the night sky reflected a very familiar white fox mask. The red and gold patterns drawn on the mask were dimmer than during the day, but the corners of the fox's mouth looked like a cunning and evil smile that made one's hair stand on end.
Qianqiu, who was hanging upside down in front of his window, raised her hand to take off the fox mask, revealing a white face. The black eyes reflected a bit of starlight, like a candle floating on the river.
According to common sense, there was no sign of the face turning red due to the reverse flow of blood after hanging upside down. She even had the strength to tilt her head slightly, and opened her mouth to say something, but stopped the moment before she spoke. She blinked, and as if she thought of something, she stepped on the ground and somersaulted.
The youth's eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously stepped on the windowsill, grabbed the wall, and was about to jump down. But he saw the girl standing on the grass, safe and sound. Her wide sleeves were blown by the wind, and the red tassels hanging on her sleeves fluttered. She also raised her small face, and waved at him with the hand holding the mask. He could see that she was trying very hard to squeeze out a comforting smile.
That pair of long sleeves almost fell to the ground, brushing past the grass and leaves on the ground, staining them with a bit of dew. The black pleated skirt covered her knees, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs. Although Qianqiu was only 1.6 meters tall, her figure was still quite good.
Qianqiu looked around and easily determined the position of the foothold. She jumped in front of his window, half kneeling in front of the window, and was about to come in. Suddenly, she remembered the dust on the soles of her feet. While she was hesitating, he had already pulled her in.
She sat on the chair and shook her legs in boredom. Just as she was about to pick up the fox mask and put it on, Akaji came back with a hot towel and slippers.
Qianqiu subconsciously rubbed the back of her feet, curling up her legs and nestling in the chair. Half of her face was buried in her knees, and she raised her black eyes to look at him vigilantly, like a stray cat waiting for a kind person to feed it.
Akaji squatted down in front of her, grabbed one of Qianqiu's ankles, lowered his head, and carefully wiped the dirt on the soles of her feet. Unexpectedly, Qianqiu, who was still a little scared just now, was very calm at the moment, without a trace of nervousness.
After thinking about it, it could only be attributed to her sister's spoiling of her.
"If I hadn't peeled the apple into the shape of a rabbit, Qianqiu wouldn't have touched it."
— — This was what Li Zhuxue had said before.
During the winter, Chiaki would often yawn and doze off while being led by her sister on the way to school, swaying from side to side like a little penguin. Li Zhuxue forcibly combed her long hair, which was coarse from sleep, until it was smooth and tidy, neatly tucked under her beret. She took out her other hand from her pocket to rub her eyes, which were almost unable to open. Under the ravaging of the cold winter wind, she shivered and quickly stuffed it back into her pocket, buried her face in the big fluffy scarf, and continued to sleepwalk.
Akaji had seen the photos that Li Zhuxue posted on social media, and all of them were of her sister Qianqiu, without exception. There was a photo of Qianqiu sitting on the bench of an open-air cafe with a cup of hot coffee. The side of her face was blurred by the neon lights of the cafe, and the hat on the top of her head drooped down with two long rabbit ears.
Akaji didn't raise any questions about her behavior of not having a good rest in the middle of the night, but running to the roof of his room to pretend to be a bat. After putting down Qianqiu's ankles, he looked up at her, and his gentle voice was tinged with a trace of hoarseness from just waking up. He asked, "Do you want to eat a rabbit apple?"
Qianqiu was startled, and shook her head slightly.
She seemed to have thought of something, and she stole a glance at him, whispering,
"Thank you."
After thanking him, she walked into the bedroom that was arranged for her, and found that the interior seemed to be decorated according to the style of her apartment. Although the overall decoration didn't change much, the small places were carefully decorated, trying to create a girl's gentle atmosphere in this old house where only the owner and his son were left.
After the wedding ceremony, Qianqiu officially moved into the branch house in the capital. The previously packed luggage was sent over first, and it was sorted and put away by the servants. In fact, the luggage was just some clothes for the season that had been sorted out. Holding the hand of her new husband, she came to the house where she would live for more than ten years (at least, this marriage wouldn't end before the old man breathed his last). Opening the newly decorated bedroom, she saw a bright and clean room, a soft bed exuding a fragrance, and bright and clean windows. The gauze curtain in front of the window fluttered gently in the wind, and the thick mottled shadow of a tree outside the window cast on the smooth table. There was a large bouquet of blue-purple taro flowers in the vase on the table.
And it was only separated by a wall from the other's bedroom.
The brainless Qianqiu even tried to open the closet to see if there was a secret door connecting the two bedrooms. After all, such a scene was played out in movies.
Judging purely by the living conditions, there was nothing to nitpick about. It was comfortable to live in, and it also provided three meals. She wouldn't complain even if she lived there for a few decades.
From the point of view of a human woman, this should be a very good marriage.
Qianqiu suddenly remembered what a certain extraordinarily charming woman had said about men at the women's conference a few days ago, and she immediately frowned with a distressed expression. After a while, she tugged at Akaji's sleeve, and asked in a small voice, as though she was afraid to disturb someone.
"Chi … Seijuro, do you have that magic card?"
Akaji was taken aback, and asked back, "What?"
Qianqiu gestured with her hands. "It's a magic card this big, and you can buy anything you want. It's a super dreamy but super realistic card."
Although it was a very magical metaphor, it hit the nail on the head.
It really made one want to find out where she had learned such a precise way of describing it.
Akaji was silent for a few seconds. "… A credit card?"
Qianqiu nodded. "Does Seijuro have one?"
He pulled open the drawer of the desk, took out a long wallet, and pulled out a credit card.
"This is a secondary card under my father's name. I haven't used it yet."
Unexpectedly, or rather, he wasn't surprised to see Qianqiu's even more tangled expression. Her gaze was fixed on the credit card, and then she looked at him. Finally, as though she had made up her mind about something, she sighed like an old man, grasped his wrist, and said seriously,
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