Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades Chapter 112: 112: Each has its own thoughts (2)

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Night, calm as water.

On a quiet summer night, only the people around you can hear the shallow breathing.

Although Qi Ruolan kept her eyes closed, Ning Huanxin actually knew that she didn't really fall asleep.

The sound of a person's waking and sleeping sounds are completely different, and these can't escape the ears of Ning Huan, who has been practicing martial arts for many years.

Actually, who can sleep?

This world is really weird and frightening.

It's obviously a picturesque and idyllic village, but in the middle of the night, you can't even hear the sound of frogs and cicadas, not even a mosquito.

Ning Huanxin tossed and turned on the side of the bed, and finally she got up gently and tiptoed out of the room.

At the moment the door closed, Qi Ruolan on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

There is a gleam in her eyes, and it disappears in a flash...

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It's cold in the yard.

Ning Huanxin checked the time on the phone. It was late at night and had not been charged for a day. This time the phone is really out of power.

Ning Huanxin opened his WeChat account in the dead of night when there was no one to disturb.

The drowning ghost has never responded to her message, and the group has also been quiet tonight.

Yes, whether it is a ghost or a man, you have something to do, right?

"ding"

At this time, Ning Huanxin suddenly heard the message prompt. She was taken aback for a moment and found a message from King Qin Guang.

Qin Guangwang: You accepted my red envelope, and you didn't even say thank you, let alone a gift in return.

Seeing this news, Ning Huan was taken aback for a while, and replied with a somewhat absent-minded thank you.

Qin Guangwang: Thank you. You have no sincerity at all. Let me show you your picture. It's a return. Don't plan to take a picture of someone else and perfuse me. I know what you look like.

Know yourself?

Ning Huanxin watched for a long time, and finally suddenly typed a line of words.

Follow the trick: King Qin Guang, are you a human or a ghost?

King Qin Guang: Gu is the lord of the underworld.

Ning Huanxin:...

The Lord of the Underworld? I really think I am the King of Yama!

Ning Huanxin was very depressed, but after reading this news, she suddenly felt relieved.

The person who can chat with himself in the WeChat version of the underground palace is probably not an ordinary person, perhaps a ghost at all, but Ning Huanxin really doesn't believe him when he says he is the King of Pluto.

Deadly: Since you say you are the King of Hades, then I ask you, when will I die?

Qin Guangwang: As early as nine years ago, you died.

Nine years ago?

Ning Huanxin was stupid when she heard King Qin Guang's words.

Nine years ago, she did have a serious illness and almost died, but in the end she was lucky to escape, but Ning Huanxin has only a vague memory of that serious illness until now, and many other things. She couldn't remember the details.

It's a dead end: It seems that you know quite a lot, but it's really not a human being. But... you said I was dead a long time ago, why didn't I report to the underworld when I was still in the sun? Could it be Lord Pluto that you opened the back door for me to release the water?

Qin Guangwang: When you think of it, you know the reason. I'm going to rest. Don't forget to take a photo for me.

Sure enough, ghosts are better than people!

Ning Huanxin couldn’t help but curled her mouth. Then she adjusted the camera lightly. The light was very dark at night, and the pixels of her copycat machine were also scum, but that’s just right, taking a picture of a face that can’t be seen clearly. Give it to him, it just happened to be fooled.