King of Bian had just finished dealing with matters in the underworld when he saw King of Security running towards him.

He had a terrified look on his face, trembling as he held onto his own hand.

King of Bian asked curiously, "King of Security, what's wrong with you?"

King of Security trembled as he said, "It's broken... I crushed it!"

King of Bian: "?"

What broke?

Did you break the bowl for eating?

The King of Security:

"I crushed little Yama!"

"I got rid of little Yama!"

"Ah, ah, ah!! Emperor Justice won't spare me!"

King of Bian: "..."

A question mark slowly floated above my head.

The underworld was calm, everything was fine, the rules were not broken, little Yama must be fine.

What else do you want to ask, King of Security shouted and ran towards the Fifth Palace.

King of Bian quickly caught up.

It's not just for the sake of eating this melon, but mainly because I am concerned about what happened to little Yama.

Hmm.

The Fifth Hall.

Clara continued to sneakily peek outside the window and asked, "Brother, are you okay? Is it over?"

Kellen, who was practicing calligraphy in a calm state of mind, remained silent.

Without turning his head, he said, "Why do you think this medicine was able to achieve the effect of allowing us to beat our daughter in mixed doubles in the past?"

Clara: "I don't know! What happened back then?"

She began to feel curious about the past.

Kellen put down his pen and looked at Clara with a rather strange expression.

This life seems a bit different. In the past, every time we were together, she was in a human body, but this time she is in a ghostly form.

If this period of time is considered as the time we spent together in this lifetime.

"Something must have happened for sure," Kellen looked at her helplessly, "Just like the CEO novels you've been reading."

Clara's curiosity was instantly piqued as she became an avid spectator. She asked with a cunning angle, "Oh! How many days has it been since you last got out of bed?"

Kellen: "..."

You were awesome, Clara.

However, this also indirectly indicates that she is truly "single-minded" now.

If there was really something, she wouldn't be able to ask such a question directly. In other words, her current status is similar to that of the fickle ghost and the coward ghost.

Kellen picked up his pen again and practiced calligraphy, cultivating his character and temperament.

"It wasn't many days, probably about six months or so," he said casually as he wrote.

Clara: "!!!!"

Wow, what a powerful medicine!

It truly lives up to its name, called Cloudwave Ointment!

She looked skeptical and said, "The side effects are so severe? Then why would anyone use it as a topical medicine for wounds! Who invented it?"

Kellen's mouth twitched: "Your daughter."

Clara: "...Uh, my daughter never fails to impress."

Kellen: "..."

The side effects of this medicine cannot be dissipated and penetrate into the flesh and blood. The only good thing is that it does not cause the male and female protagonists to lose their sanity like in various plot-driven novels.

But it would be very "long-lasting" and would accumulate over time to become a demon that disturbs the tranquility of the mind.

Clara propped her chin up and leaned against the window, muttering to herself, "What should I do? This is not a good situation!"

"Damaging your health is not worth it, otherwise shall I find you a few beautiful women to paint their skin?"

Kellen's forehead had veins popping up in the shape of a "#": "Clara!"

Clara quickly straightened up and said, "Hey! I won't say it anymore! I was just joking."

Kellen put down his pen, took a deep breath, and the next second, suddenly appeared by the window.

Susie had the same teleportation ability.

Clara: "!!" She was the only one who didn't learn it?

I wanted to run but was caught by the arm.

Kellen grabbed her and said sternly, "Stop playing with the fickle ghost! Not everything is a joke."

Clara mumbled, "I knew it..."

She pouted and nervously touched her nose with her raised hand, saying, "I was really worried about you, that's why..."

This kind of thing cannot be asked seriously, so we can only make jokes about it.

Kellen lowered his gaze and couldn't help but flick her forehead. Then he watched as she held her head in pain and exclaimed, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

He said, "Stop it, ghosts don't feel pain."

Clara: "That depends on who is playing! You are Emperor Justice, after all!"

Kellen couldn't help but laugh, "Lies! I never used any supernatural powers."

Clara wanted to say something, but she was a bit stunned. The Kellen in front of her looked different from before, appearing gentle and radiant.

There is a sense of calmness bestowed by the passing years, having witnessed the changes of the world, standing at the top of the mountain with hands behind, calmly observing the rise and fall of the world.

Kellen raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "What's wrong, lost your mind?"

He looked at her suspiciously, wondering how she could be so easily startled. Did he accidentally use too much force just now?

Kellen had some doubts and naturally touched Clara's forehead.

"It's nothing..." he became even more puzzled.

Clara lowered her gaze and immediately felt a bit embarrassed. She sheepishly said, "It's nothing, I was just overwhelmed by your handsome and compelling presence."

Kellen: "..."

He looked at Clara with a smile and suddenly realized that this was the first time in this life that he had such a close conversation with her. He felt a little reluctant in his heart and was about to find some topics to continue chatting for a while.

Suddenly, a slightly round object flew in and shouted from its mouth:

"Broken! Crushed! I accidentally crushed little Yama!"

"I didn't mean to, ahhhh..." King of Security came up and hugged Kellen's thigh.

Kellen's mouth twitched.

Is it still possible to kick this thing into outer space now?