Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1285: Trust No One but Me; Beware the King of the Underworld

"What are you doing?" Wen Xiao’ai asked.

"I’m fortifying the bracelet with my spiritual power, so the ghosts and vengeful spirits of the Netherworld won’t dare approach you." Jun Moyan replied.

"Will it protect me and the baby?"

Jun Moyan smiled and looked at her, "Yes, I will definitely protect you and the baby."

"Then I’ll wear it well, every day, even while bathing."

Jun Moyan raised his hand to stroke her face, then tidied her hair, leaned down, and whispered:

"Xiaoguai, remember, here, except for me, trust no one. Be extremely cautious of the Nether King and Judge, understand?"

"Aren’t they your..."

Before the word ’subordinates’ was spoken, Jun Moyan’s gaze revealed everything to her.

Feeling chilled on Jun Moyan’s behalf, Wen Xiao’ai nodded earnestly, "I remember. Here, I won’t trust anyone except you. The baby and I will stay by your side obediently and won’t wander off."

Upon hearing her say "won’t wander off," Jun Moyan’s heart felt as if pricked by a needle.

"...Good."

He took her hand and led her to see the flowers.

It was Wen Xiao’ai’s first time seeing manjushahua.

Patches and patches of striking red; each bloom at its most beautiful state, seductive and enchanting.

Compared to Ziqiong Flower’s pure, fresh beauty like moonlight, the manjushahua is like a vermilion mark, the blood of the heart, breathtakingly beautiful, captivating the soul.

At a glance, it resembles a river of blood.

Eerie, yet enchanting.

Though Wen Xiao’ai didn’t usually like red, the beauty of manjushahua was truly irresistible.

In this dark and sunless land of the Netherworld, seeing such a splash of color, how beautiful it must be.

"Do you like it?" Jun Moyan handed a bunch of manjushahua to the spellbound Wen Xiao’ai.

Wen Xiao’ai reached out to embrace them, nodding with a smile.

"I like it, it’s so beautiful."

The manjushahua bloom along the banks of the Forgetful River, spreading far into the dark fog.

That day Jun Moyan carried her into the Netherworld, she closed her eyes and so didn’t see.

Due to Jun Moyan, the usually turbulent Forgetful River was calm and unruffled today.

If there were the wails of ghosts, paired with this vast red nether flower, what kind of sight would it be?

Wen Xiao’ai crouched down with a bunch of manjushahua in her arms, the fiery red flowers casting a red shadow over her little face.

Jun Moyan followed her crouching, looking at the expanse of brilliant red, he sighed lightly: "In the Netherworld, there’s only this splash of color."

Wen Xiao’ai looked at him, reaching out to hold his large hand.

"Jun Moyan, they’re all afraid of you. You must’ve been quite lonely in the Netherworld before, right? Didn’t you go ten days or half a month without anyone to talk to?"

"Before?"

Jun Moyan thought seriously for a moment, then laughed.

"No, before, I spent fifty years in sleep and fifty years in retreat within a hundred. Not idle at all."

As he spoke, he pointed to the distant bank of Forgetful River and continued: "Before, I often slept lying there."

Wen Xiao’ai followed his pointing finger.

"Why not sleep in the Soul Suppressing Hall?"

"Because here lies the Forgetful River, Naihe Bridge. Every day I can see new ghosts crossing Naihe Bridge, hear the confessions of those fierce ghosts in the Forgetful River..."

At the end of the day, it was still because the Soul Suppressing Hall was deserted.

And here, it wasn’t so desolate.

Wen Xiao’ai tightened her small hand holding his.

Jun Moyan looked at her, turning and grasping her small hand.

"Xiaoguai, if not for Jun Moyan, I might forever remain ignorant of life and death, separation and reunion, joys and sorrows."

(PS: Recommended new book by the author "Mr. Jun, Certified on Duty" tells the story of Xiaoguai and old Jun’s son~ Welcome to delve in.)