My wife is not a demon

From the first time he saw Shao Si Ming, he fell in love with this girl and was willing to dedicate everything to her.

Unfortunately, the long pursuit did not play any role.

In the end, he thought that this kind of woman would never be tempted by a man, nor could she be possessed by a man for the rest of her life.

So he put his love on Wucailuo again.

Although grandpa warned him several times, this seemingly silly girl is actually very scheming, so don't provoke her.

Love is something that can't be said for certain.

With his status as the grandson of the great elder of the Yin Yang Sect, maybe he can really achieve a marriage and embrace a beautiful woman.

So when Shengzi 'bullied' Wucailuo, he was very angry.

Even if you can't beat the Holy Son, you still have to save some face for your woman and teach him a lesson.

Perhaps in this way, she can win some goodwill from the beautiful lady.

At this time, it was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Two Yin-Yang Sect disciples tiptoed to a rockery under the moonlight, and walked up to Zhou Wan who was in the shadow.

One of them whispered: "Elder brother, the Thunderbolt has been buried."

Zhou Wanwan nodded in satisfaction, and with a cold smile on his lips, he asked, "Didn't alarm them?"

The disciple quickly shook his head: "No, we buried the thunder below through a secret passage."

"That's good, you go back first."

Zhou Wanwan took out the runes used to control thunder and explosions, and said calmly.

Another disciple hesitated for a moment, a little worried: "Eldest senior brother, will something happen? If the Great Elder knows about this, I'm afraid..."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it if something happens."

Zhou Wanwan said impatiently.

Seeing that the elder brother had made up his mind and the two disciples couldn't continue persuading him, they left the place.

"Smelly monk, let's see if you still dare to be arrogant."

Zhou Wanwan clenched the talisman tightly, his bright eyes burst out with a sarcasm, and he turned and walked towards the guest room.

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The candle flames in the room flickered with melancholy light, elongating the figure of the Son reflected on the wall.

It had been four hours since King Buzang left, and the other party hadn't come back yet. Anxiety began to shroud the hut, and the Holy Son's brows were always furrowed.

"Holy Son, Dharma King... nothing will happen to him, right?"

The middle-aged fan monk who was an entourage began to worry.

Shengzi silently turned the beads in his hand, looked out of the window, and said in a calm voice, "With Dharma King's cultivation level, it is very difficult for anyone in the Yin Yang Sect to hurt him."

The eyes of the middle-aged monk flickered: "Then the Dharma King has not come for so long, will he find 'something beyond the sky'?"

Shengzi nodded slightly: "It is possible."

The middle-aged monk said with a smile: "If this 'thing beyond the sky' is obtained by my esoteric sect, plus the command of the chief minister, it will be worthwhile to come to the Yin Yang sect."

The Holy Son looked at the cold tea on the table, but did not speak.

He thought of Da Si Ming again.

This time he came to the Yin Yang Sect, he thought it would be easy to persuade Da Si Ming to cooperate with him in practicing exercises. After all, without his help, Da Si Ming would most likely die in the Yin Yang Sect.

Unexpectedly, the woman did not leave any room for compromise.

For the man he loves, he didn't even want his life. This made Shengzi unexpected, and he was quite depressed.

But no matter what, he must get that woman.

There are many women who are prettier than Yun Zhiyue in the world, but trying to find such a perfect body is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In addition, Yun Zhiyue originally practiced yin and yang spells, so she was the most perfect furnace.

Now, as long as the 'thing beyond the sky' is obtained by Dharma King Buzang, he will forcibly abduct Yun Zhiyue and leave the Yin Yang Sect.

pat...

The rosary in his hand suddenly fell down without warning.

The Son was stunned.

His face gradually became ugly, his palms trembled slightly, and an expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

"What's the matter, Son?"

The middle-aged fan monk who noticed the abnormality asked suspiciously.

The holy son picked up a Buddhist bead on the table, and the bead was covered with miserable blood, exuding a dark light representing the fall, which was projected in the holy son's Prajna star's eyes.

"The fate bead fell...how could this happen?"

Shengzi muttered to himself, his body trembling uncontrollably, he clenched the Buddha beads tightly and pressed them between his eyebrows.

The middle-aged monk next to him was shocked.

The fall of the life bead means that the Dharma King Buzang is very likely to encounter an accident!

how can that be!

Now that the Tianjun of the Yinyang Sect is not around, and the Da Si Ming's skill is no longer what it used to be, who can kill the Buzang Dharma King.

"go!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the Holy Son suddenly got up and walked out.

The middle-aged fan monk hurriedly followed behind.

But seeing the Holy Son heading towards the tower, he was puzzled and said, "Holy Son, are we going to find King Buzang?"

The holy son walked quickly, his originally handsome face was quite dark at the moment, and said: "Go and catch the chief commander."

"King Nabuzang—"