The world's most sassy sweet wife

Sure enough, Yu Ziqing was distracted.

"The black market for mandala? Outside the territory?" She thought of the black mandala in Lu Yuying's flower shed.

The tip of He Xuanchen's nose touched hers, and the breaths of the two mixed together.

He kissed the tip of her nose lightly, and then touched her moist lips like a superficial touch.

He whispered: "The Mandala black market is the largest and most hidden black market trading base in the world. The common currency there is real gold and silver. As long as there is gold, anything can be traded."

Yu Ziqing was disturbed by this gentle kiss, and forced herself to stay awake.

She frowned and said, "Can't transfer money online?"

Seeing that she didn't resist, He Xuanchen smiled charmingly: "It's okay, but you need a designated international bank, and you need to pay [-]% more."

Yu Ziqing recalled Teacher Fang's painting, which was lying in her portable space at the moment.

He Xuanchen once mentioned that it was the Lu family who stole the painting.

Her brain was working hard, but she was always interrupted by men, causing her focus to be taken away.

She covered He Xuanchen's mouth with one hand, and blocked his big hand with the other: "Be serious! Talk about business!"

He Xuanchen looked at the night outside the window, at her flushed cheeks, and at himself.

In the middle of the night, how serious should a legal couple be?

From the moment he decided to pester this woman, he knew that this was the most important decision and the most serious thing he had ever done.

Yu Ziqing pushed him away, frowned and asked, "What does the Lu family have to do with the mandala black market?"

He Xuanchen looked at her dissatisfied, his captivating phoenix eyes shone brightly, like a perfect statue without saying a word.

How could Yu Ziqing not understand what he was complaining about?
She glared at him and urged: "Say it quickly. I don't do business every day, and I don't think about it."

He Xuanchen retorted: "Don't blame me, I have done nothing less. Your husband and I have several jobs at the same time."

Yu Ziqing pouted.

He Xuanchen laughed angrily. In this woman's eyes, is he incompetent?
Yu Ziqing looked serious, and asked, "What is it like outside the territory?"

She has never been there, nor does she yearn for it.

Just from He Xuanchen's vague description, he guessed that it was a place where devils gather.

He Xuanchen looked at her and said with a smile, "Want to go and see?"

Yu Ziqing shook her head and said, "I don't want to."

He Xuanchen curled his thin lips: "If you want to go and have a look, go there and listen to how your husband's title of the number one god of war was earned."

Yu Ziqing rolled his eyes at him, and his eyes fell on the old and new scars on his body.

After staying in such a place for so many years, how many tasks have to be done to get the title of the first God of War?
Many of the scars were fatal wounds, indicating that he had brushed shoulders with death many times.

Perhaps, such a man, even the god of death would not dare to accept him.

Yu Ziqing caressed his scar lightly, for some reason, her heart seemed to be tugged, and she felt a dull pain.

"In the future, when we go out on missions, we should bring more people, and don't act alone."

He Xuanchen's blood was already heating up, but when it was lightly touched by this little hand, it was about to reach boiling point in an instant.

His blood was like volcanic lava, scalding himself uncomfortably.

The woman's eyes were distressed and gentle, making her look even more charming.

He Xuanchen heard the wailing in the depths of his soul, and stared straight at her.

Yu Ziqing accidentally kissed his chin, her long eyelashes trembled like a small brush, brushing the man's face and impatient heart.

He Xuanchen asked with surprise, "Are you inviting me?"

Yu Ziqing smiled lightly: "I still prefer to listen to bedtime stories."

He Xuanchen said with a smile: "The story is very long, I have to talk to you slowly."

Yu Ziqing pretended to think: "Pour you a glass of water, and I'll make a plate of melon seeds?"

He Xuanchen stared at her with fiery eyes: "No need, you and me are enough."

It's been a sleepless night.

A ray of morning light broke into the room, and the two squinted for a while.

In less than half an hour, they had to get up.

Yu Ziqing went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water, which was actually the spiritual water in her personal space, drinking it could relieve fatigue.

He Xuanchen fed the rabbit, washed his hands again, took a sip from the water glass, and asked in surprise, "What kind of water is this? Why is it so special?"

He felt as if he had drunk.

Yu Ziqing put on his coat and said, "It's just ordinary pure water. So what's going on with the Datura black market? What's the relationship between the Lu family and the Datura black market?"

Yes, the things we were going to talk about last night only got off the ground until dawn.

The man's fishing skills are so good, she just took the bait.

He Xuanchen knew that he couldn't fool her, she would definitely remember.

He also stopped teasing her, this time he finally had a serious chat.

He pulled Yu Ziqing to sit on the sofa, and said, "The black market for mandala has existed for many years. Some people say that it has existed since ancient times. Some even say that outside the territory was a battlefield in ancient times, and many people died there. So There is a lot of evil spirits there, and many people will lose themselves there."

Yu Ziqing smiled and asked, "Do you believe it?"

He Xuanchen stared at her slightly red and swollen lips, and the looming marks on her slender neck.

"I didn't believe it before."

Yu Ziqing also saw the bite marks on the back of his hand, and the man's shoulders were even more horrible, more shocking than the scars on his body.

She laughed: "What if there are really things in this world that science can't explain?"

He Xuanchen said: "Science can't explain it, but it doesn't mean that future science can't explain it. Many unsolved mysteries need time to settle, and human beings need higher wisdom to dialectize."

He paused, looked at the woman's slapped face and said, "But sometimes I have to admit that there is indeed a mysterious power between people."

Yu Ziqing raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you talking about magnetic fields or destiny?"

He Xuanchen smiled: "Maybe there are all of them."

Yu Ziqing crossed her hands in front of her chest, crossed her legs, and said, "Let's talk about the mandala black market."

He Xuanchen smiled again, his wife's attitude is really domineering.

"Anything can be traded in the Mandala black market, antiques, poisons, human life, etc. Decades ago, Lu Guangshen was a penniless boy, and he went there by chance. A few years later, he left Mandala. Tuoluo Black Market returned to Jiangcheng and turned into a jewelry tycoon. On the surface, he was doing antique business, but secretly he was doing some shady business, but it was not limited to antiques, he would also sell some important confidential information."

Yu Ziqing analyzed: "That is to say, Lu Guangshen was assimilated after he went to the mandala black market. Like the people there, he sold his conscience in order to make money."

He Xuanchen nodded and said: "It can be said that. But he is not a big figure in the mandala black market, but his granddaughter Lu Yuying is shining brightly there."