Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

He hadn't spent much time with the God of the Underworld. Could the seemingly reliable God of the Underworld actually be such a "helper of evil"?

Si Ming shifted his gaze, then changed the subject: "Let's not waste any more time, let's talk business. What did you want to see me about?"

"There's something important. Lei Teng's birthday is coming up soon, and he invited me yesterday. We talked about you, and he also mentioned something." Chu Zhuo glanced at Si Ming and asked in a puzzled tone, "He asked me to tell you that he doesn't want to see any more outrageous birthday gifts, and he begged you to stop using your magic."

Siming: "..."

The Star Lord of Destiny's sorrow is so great.

Thor is a man of few words; he will never sit if he can lie down, never stand if he can sit, and will resolutely remain still if he can stand still.

This person was almost driven to the brink of collapse by Si Ming.

Seeing Chu Zhuo's increasingly curious expression, Si Ming defended himself, saying, "The gift I gave her was quite practical."

"So what did you give as a gift?" Chu Zhuo asked.

Si Ming said, "It's that kind of thing, where every time he strikes lightning, his mallet and wedge bloom with tiny flowers..."

Chu Zhuo tried to imagine: "In what aspects is it practical?"

"His aura, huh?" Siming's voice trailed off. "He's always listless at work, so I thought I'd give him something contrasting to make him seem more energetic. At least the first few times, he looked really impressed, like he was inspired."

Chuzhuo: "..."

Shocking? Inspiring?

The God of Fate is also an abstract concept. When he gave it to me, I really felt like I had touched people's hearts. Looking back now, was he out of his mind?

Unable to convince himself, Si Ming scratched his head and promised, "This time I will definitely give him a proper gift and won't put anything on his hammer."

Chu Zhu patted his shoulder: "I've delivered the message."

After leaving the Palace of Fate, Chu Zhuo began to put his tasks into practice.

He has perfectly mastered the power within his body.

The Chaos Realm temporarily shut down. He closed his eyes, his fingertips released multicolored fluorescent light, his toes touched the ground, and his body floated in mid-air.

The released energy permeated the entire chaotic realm.

A wind rose from all around, causing the newly embroidered blue robe to flutter.

Ying Ming gathered divine power in his palm and pressed the fluttering hem of his clothes back down.

Chu Zhuo continuously cast spells with his arms in front of his chest, countless complex energies dispersing and merging.

With my eyes closed, the world vaguely took on a complete outline.

After a long while, Chu Zhuo slowly opened his eyelids, his silver pupils flashing with countless streams of light. He was suspended in mid-air, exuding a divine aura.

The next second, the boy looked to his side, his bright eyes shining with surprise: "Ying Ming, I've broken through that barrier."

Ying Ming bent down and hugged Chu Zhuo: "Zhuo Bao is amazing, you succeeded on the first try."

Chu Zhuo hugged him back, her tone cheerful and boastful, "Hehe, as excellent as I am~"

The next step is to plan all the processes.

As he finalized the remaining details of the plan, the divine realm celebrated Thor's birthday.

All sorts of gods gathered at the Thunder God's mansion. Chu Zhuo and Ying Ming stepped into the Thunder God's palace hand in hand, immediately attracting a lot of attention.

Yan Bin had done something wrong, and was forcibly turned into a bird and taken by Chi Yan.

"Chirp!" Yan Bin flew over to Chu Zhuo and chirped away.

Father is so unreasonable! Looking at pretty women makes me feel better.

Chu Zhuo gently rubbed Yan Bin's little bird head, observing him, and said, "Little Yan Bin's feathers seem to be a different color than before?"

Yanbin chirped and nodded the bird's head, then flew up again, showing Chu Zhuo his feathers—his new fashionable look.

This bird always acts all over Chu Zhuo whenever it sees him.

As Ying Ming prepared to approach again after Chu Zhuo finished flying, he flicked divine power from his fingertips to stop him from getting closer. With his other hand gripping Chu Zhuo's shoulder, he coldly said, "The feather flew away."

Yan Bin was blocked by an invisible barrier. He chattered and pretended to be stupid, but his movements became slightly stiff and slow.

He couldn't see his back, nor did he know how many feathers he had lost. One or two were normal; what bird doesn't shed feathers?

Chi Yan walked over a few steps later and explained, "A few days ago, Yan Bin finally learned a difficult fire control technique, but he got too excited and couldn't stop the fire, burning his own feathers. So, he picked up someone else's fallen feathers and stuck them on himself."

Yan Bin, caught red-handed: "..."

Oh no, why does Dad say such things? Will the beautiful lady find him a bald bird disgusting?

Chuzhuo: "..."

Looking back at Yan Bin's past achievements, he was indeed a bit mischievous.

Chi Yan dragged her son back by the tail: "What are you chattering about?"

Yanbin shouted even louder—

Father has turned him into his original form again, bullying the weak and shameless. Mother, please divorce Father.

After Bilan finished talking to Yushang, she came over and heard her son's chattering. She glanced at Yanbin and her eyes immediately intimidated him.

Yan Bin: "..."

Yan Bin weakly called out, "Chirp."

Mother, I was just kidding.

Although Chi Yan couldn't quite understand her son's bird language, she could roughly discern the guilty conscience in his words. What bad things was the little brat saying?

At that moment, another figure entered through the palace gate.

Luo Shui went straight to Chu Zhuo upon entering the gate.

The young man was dressed in a gorgeous, flowing light blue brocade robe, with golden tripod patterns embroidered from the collar to the chest. He had a long, fair neck, exquisite skin, and perfect bone structure. His bright and eye-catching temperament made him stand out. He was full of energy.

Chu Zhuo noticed his appraising gaze, so she deliberately showed him the circle, tilting her eye to the side: "Ying Ming picked it, isn't it nice?"

Luo Shui then noticed that Ying Ming was wearing the same style.

Yingming's outfit was a bit darker in color, with the golden tripod pattern embroidered on the left side of his dark blue robe, symmetrical to Chuzhuo's right side.

"Zhuobao is beautiful; she looks good in anything." Ying Ming's eyes were full of affection.

Luo Shui: "..."

The protagonist, whose birthday is approaching, makes his appearance amidst the playful antics.

Many friends and other priests who came for social interactions were present. The magnificent palace was grand and imposing, surrounded by auspicious clouds. The gods were happily raising their cups and laughing together. Lei Teng, with his dark complexion, didn't say much and told everyone to make themselves at home.

Chu Zhuo found a seat and sat down. Ying Ming would get him whatever he wanted to eat or drink. If Chu Zhuo ate something delicious or drank something nice, he would hand it to Ying Ming.

Ying Ming was enveloped in a subtle, rather than overt, exhilarating feeling.

"This is slightly sweet." Chu Zhuo savored a kind of light-flavored pastry, chewing on the one in her hand, while reaching into the white jade plate with her other hand to pick up a piece and feed it to Ying Ming.

"Is it slightly sweet?" Ying Ming turned his neck, tilted his head to the side, and took the half-eaten pastry from Chu Zhuo's hand. His eyes were fixed on Chu Zhuo's lips, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his implied tone was very clear: "It's very sweet."

The kind of sweetness that goes straight to his heart.

Chu Zhuo's lips seemed to be burned by his fiery gaze. She pursed her lips slightly, then burst into laughter the next second, her big eyes beaming with a triumphant smile as she asked him bluntly, "Are you talking about pastries?"

"...It doesn't have to be." Ying Ming's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice low and husky. "I want to kiss Zhuobao."

Chu Zhuo covered his mouth: "Kiss me when we get back."

Ying Ming lowered his eyes, pressed his lips against Chu Zhuo's palm, and said in a slightly indistinct voice, "Then let's collect interest first."

His hot breath brushed against the back of her hand. Chu Zhu glared at him, withdrew her hand, and rubbed it against Ying Ming's chest.

Zhuobao nuzzled against him, and Ying Ming raised an eyebrow in delight, continuing to enjoy himself.

By the end of the birthday banquet, everyone had a new understanding of them.

The God of the Underworld dotes on Chu Zhuo so much! His eyes are filled with deep affection. Chu Zhuo's trust and intimacy with the God of the Underworld are also very evident, and her beautiful eyes are also full of tender feelings.

Three or five friends gathered on their way home.

Chu Zhuo had drunk some wine, but he wasn't drunk. However, his face flushed from the alcohol.

Ying Ming reached out: "Does Zhuo Bao want a hug?"

"No hugging, I want to carry you on my back." Chu Zhu blocked with her forearm, pushing his hand back.

Ying Ming readily agreed and stopped, taking two steps to stand in front of Chu Zhuo. He bent his knees, squatted down slightly, patted the back of his shoulder, and said, "Zhuo Bao, climb up."

Chu Zhu smiled and leaned down to lie on Ying Ming's back.

Ying Ming tightened his grip on him, straightened his body, and carried him steadily on his back.

On the way out of the Thunder God Temple, many gods witnessed Ying Ming carrying Chu Zhuo on his back, looking very intimate, and exclaimed that the two were a perfect match.

When they were together, they could clearly sense their feelings for each other, and happiness naturally flowed through their hearts.

Yes, not long ago, there was that wedding witnessed by heaven and earth, that vow of the soul engraved in runes, that wedding banquet that shook the entire divine realm...

It was already stated long ago.