My wife is not a demon

Looking at Dugu Shenyou's old face, Han Dongjiang smiled softly. "If you had chased her back then, maybe everything would have changed."

Dugu Shenyou clenched his fists subconsciously, the wrinkles on his face spoke of his bitter state of mind.

After a long time, he spit out four words: "This is the destiny."

The more people understand the destiny, the less they dare to resist.

"It's destiny."

Han Dongjiang let out a long sigh.

The surrounding elders and goddesses did not notice that thin white threads gradually spread from her fair neck.

These threads seem to be extending from her heart.

But Chen Mu found out.

When he was about to speak, Han Dongjiang looked at him and said softly: "What do you think will happen if I am captured without a fight?"

Chen Mu opened his mouth, but did not answer.

Even if Han Dongjiang gave up resisting, he would still die.

After all, she is a disgrace to Destiny Valley, and she has been secretly cooperating with the court for so many years, so she must know some secrets.

It can even be foreseen that after Han Dongjiang was captured, the imperial court would escort him to Beijing.

What awaits her will be unknown darkness.

"If the remnant soul of Guardian Qu still appears, apologize to her for me."

Han Dongjiang took out a thin book-like object from his arms, and threw it to Chen Mu. "This thing is for you, I hope it won't hurt you."

Chen Mu didn't open it to look at it, but put it directly into the storage space, and asked:

"Any last words?"

As soon as these words came out, Goddess and Dugu Shenyou realized something was wrong.

Soon, they discovered the strange thread inside Han Dongjiang's neck, which was spreading little by little.

The goddess wanted to go forward, but Dugu Shenyou shook her head slightly.

He turned his face away and looked at the barren tree trunk with blank eyes, as if he was recalling the past, with tears flickering in his eyes.

As an old urchin, he still doesn't understand some feelings after all.

Seeing this, the goddess sighed slightly.

Han Dongjiang looked at Chen Mu with complicated eyes: "Whether you believe it or not, after I planned to use the Destiny Girl this time, I planned to completely live in seclusion and start a new life as a stranger."

"I believe."

Chen Mu nodded.

Han Dongjiang showed a shallow smile: "Chen Mu, it's not unreasonable for you to attract women so much, you are really different from them."

"For your praise and appreciation, I express my panic."

Chen Mu joked.

Han Dongjiang also laughed when he heard the words.

She looked up at the sky, as if she wanted to remember this last scene.

It wasn't until her body began to wilt that she lowered her eyes and took out a bronze mirror from her bosom.

Looking at the flawless and beautiful face in the mirror, he was dazed:

"It's so beautiful...it's a pity..."

The thin white threads spread to every inch of her skin like silk.

At this moment, the elders came to their senses and rushed forward to stop it, but the woman's body suddenly began to crack.

It was like a broken mirror, frozen in this miserable scene.

A gust of wind blew by, and the broken lens turned into white ash and disappeared into the forest.

A generation of the head of Destiny Valley has just fallen!

Everyone stood quietly, no one opened their mouths to speak, and the atmosphere changed from a burst of joy to a much lower level.

"Husband, what do you do next?"

Bai Xianyu walked up to Chen Mu, gently took the man's arm with her plain hand, and asked softly.

Chen Mu let out a bad breath: "Go to see Mrs. Han's accomplices, I hope everything will be in time, I have a hunch that our big troubles will really begin."

"big trouble?"

Everyone looked at him, not knowing why.

"But before that..."

Chen Mu's face was a little more excited, and he looked at Lin Tianzhu. "Senior Lin, can we talk alone?"

After all, he is the son of the young master of Longpan Mountain, so it would be inappropriate to recognize Grandpa Lin in front of so many people.

"Talk about it, old man—"

Seeing Mo Hanshuang's icy eyes, Lin Tianzhu, who was about to walk away, shuddered and forced a smile.

"Ok, no problem."

In order to talk privately, the two simply went to the bottom of the well.

And Mo Hanshuang, who knew the inside story, naturally followed, his murderous gaze never leaving Lin Tianzhu.

This made the latter keep tilting his head, not daring to look at the woman.

"If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go."

Although he was afraid of Mo Hanshuang, Lin Tianzhu was not so polite to Chen Mu, and even carried a lot of resentment.

After all, this guy brought Mo Hanshuang here.

"Senior, don't you recognize me?"