My wife is not a demon

It's really annoying and a headache.

Later, she handed over the baby to the mysterious person according to what the master told him before he died.

She forgot what the mysterious man looked like, but strangely remembered the words he said before leaving: You may witness the change of the world.

witness?

Witness what?

How will the world change?

She was ignorant at the time with a dazed face, these topics didn't interest her at all, she just wanted to find a place to sleep well and eat roast chicken.

Later she met a very mysterious person.

He also forgot what the other person looked like, but he remembered those eyes.

Those are very gentle eyes.

Far softer than spring water.

Just looking at those eyes waves, it seems to be able to heal the wounds in the heart, as if there is an irresistible power in the other party.

As if... the other party is the only trustworthy person in this world.

The mysterious man looked at the Heavenly Court Order in her hand——

It belonged to her master.

Her master is Long Xi, who used to be the King of Assassins of the Heavenly Court Assassin Organization, nicknamed Yinming King.

The strange thing is that the heavenly decree was not destroyed after Master died.

The mysterious man said: "Since your master has given you the Order of the Heavenly Court, then you will be the King of Yinming from now on, succeeding his mantle."

So from that day on, she became a member of the Heavenly Court Killer Organization in a daze.

The name Mangyapa disappeared.

It was replaced by 'Yin Hades'.Gradually, she became the king of killers again by virtue of her profound cultivation and killing with the sword.

Ironically, her master died at the hands of the organization because she betrayed the organization.

Now she works for the organization.

Even she didn't know why this happened, let alone what emotion was in her heart?

Man, what a complex creature.

"Can't sleep?"

A bullying Xue Shengshuang's arm wrapped around her shoulder.

In the dark night, Hong Zhu'er's charming eyes, which are dizzy with misty mist, are like the bright moon reflecting the glamorous light, interpreting the word "desire" to the extreme.

Women are undoubtedly beautiful and alluring goblins, but they are also more terrifying than poisonous spiders.

She gently rubbed the slender jade neck of Yinming King with her tender and cold body, as if she could hear the sound of her throat cracking just by pinching it lightly.

But she didn't do that.

Instead, he rested his head on the chest of Yin Pluto, listening to the heartbeat of the other party.

"You lost your chance to kill me again."

Yin Pluto said lightly.

This woman named Hong Zhu'er undoubtedly hated her.

Why hate?

Because she was the one who pushed the 14-year-old Hong Zhu'er into that poisonous spider's pit and forced him to practice the poisonous spider technique.

Although it was the only way to save Hong Zhu'er at the time.

But being pushed into a poison pit by his most trusted good sister, this is something no one can let go of.

Even if she carried Hong Zhu'er on her back and escaped from those people's pursuit, even if she risked her life and death to pull Hong Zhu'er out of the death cave...

But some things, once lost, can never come back.

It's hard to imagine how a fourteen-year-old girl lived in a pit full of poisonous spiders for three days and three nights.

Although they are still very close.

They still sleep together and do something meaningful.

But we can never go back to the time when the two were lying side by side on the simple wooden board, looking at the stars in the sky, and whispering.

"Mankaye..."

Hong Zhu'er suddenly called out the real name of King Yinming.

In this world, perhaps only she knows this name.

"Ok?"

Yin Mingwang responded with a nasal cavity.

Hong Zhu'er smiled and said: "You don't like women, but every time you have to pretend that you are different from others, aren't you tired?"

"I like women."

Yin Pluto said seriously.

Yes, she likes women.

But she prefers to play with women.

Just like how he played with Meng Yanqing back then, watching a foolish woman being played with by him between applause, that kind of happiness is hard for ordinary people to understand.

It is an indescribable refreshing feeling that comes out from the seam of the bone marrow.

Thirty-six thousand pores have never been ironed.

But now, she knew that Meng Yanqing was not looking for a wild man, but was a victim instead, that sense of pleasure was gone, and instead she was regretful.

She kept yelling at Chen Mu that she wanted to snatch the beautiful woman away.