My wife is not a demon

But since she left Meng Yanqing's house that time, she never went there again.

Some people, some things, some emotions, can't be covered up by simply pretending to be crazy and turning into a showman.

"Spring hides the tears of rouge, green resentment and red sorrow; wind oppresses the flowers of fate, and the drifting grass falls into chaos..."

Hong Zhu'er's slender jade fingers circled Yin Mingwang's chest, and murmured softly. "Do you know why I took this order to kill Boss Su?"

Yin Pluto remained silent.

Hong Zhu'er said quietly: "Because I want Evergreen Pill."

Hearing this, King Yinming taunted with a taunt: "Do you really believe that this pill can prolong life for fifty years? If it really exists, why would it be left to us?"

50...

In this world, the person with the most powerful cultivation is only over three hundred years old.

Hong Zhu'er smiled wryly: "Everyone is not a fool, but they are all willing to grab it. Do you know why?"

Yin Mingwang was silent and said softly: "Maybe prolonging life can be adulterated, but the effects of healing injuries and enhancing strength are still there."

"That's right, for practitioners, this is already very attractive."

Hong Zhu'er said. "I want to try that method, so I need a drug like Evergreen Pill to get rid of the poison in my body."

Yin Mingwang opened his mouth to say something, but seeing the woman's Xiyi's eyes, he didn't speak.

Does she understand what this woman's purpose is for saying this?

I just hope she can help.

"Sister Kasyapa."

Hong Zhu'er clings up like a snake, kisses the corner of Yin Ming Wang's lips with her red lips, and laughs softly. "Just now I smelled a woman's rouge smell on your clothes, did you go to the brothel again?"

"Correct."

"Have you had fun?"

"The mood is ruined, how happy can you be?" Yin Mingwang sighed. "But the quality of the girls is still good, try it next time."

"It's expensive."

"Just a bar of gold."

"When did you become so stingy?"

"How far do you play, and what price will you give." Yin Mingwang said lightly. "Every business has a steelyard. I don't like to take advantage, but I also don't like to suffer."

Hong Zhu'er giggled: "How much is my sister worth?"

Yin Pluto fell silent.

After a long time, there was a hint of reminiscence in her tone: "Sometimes that Su Qiaoer reminds me of myself."

Hong Zhu'er was startled, her face changed.

Apparently, the other party had clearly rejected her request to kill Boss Su for her.

"roll!"

That's how fast a woman turns her face.

She stared at Yin Hades coldly: "Don't let me kick you out of bed!"

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The night was deeper.

The candles in the beautiful woman's room still had a glimmer of light.

Chen Mu, who was lying on the bed, frowned, looked at the mysterious iron box His Majesty asked him to keep in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Do you want to open it and have a look?

What exactly is it?

This dog emperor must be playing psychological tactics.

Human curiosity does not belong to cats. When there is a mysterious object in hand, one can't help but want to explore its secrets.

But sometimes once you choose to spy, bad luck will follow.

"Forget it, ignore it."

Chen Mu struggled for a long time, and simply threw the iron box in the storage space.

In the past few nights, he has expanded the storage space to the size of a basketball, but it seems to have reached the limit for the time being, and the effect of further expansion is not obvious.

He is not in a hurry, anyway, there is plenty of time.

However, what he is most upset about now is that the 'space teleportation' does not appear alive or dead.

Since he came to the beautiful woman's house inexplicably last time, he tried many times, but he still failed. He didn't know which solution had a problem.

In other words, there must be a very moist woman by your side?

When Chen Mu was thinking, his brows were suddenly furrowed, but soon, his expression gradually relaxed...

He looked at the iron box in the storage space and sighed.

It's not easy to divert attention, obviously he underestimated someone's ability.

Chen Mu glanced at the hourglass again...

One quarter of an hour.

As the thin quilt was lifted, Meng Yanqing came out from the end of the bed like a snake, her disheveled hair matched with her pretty red face, quite touching.

She looked around and crawled over to pick up the teacup on the table.

Chen Mu was a little displeased, and read a poem: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips down to the soil. Who knows that every grain of the food on the plate is hard. Alas, it is shameful to waste it."

Meng Yanqing put down the teacup and gave him a stern look with pretty eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, the candlelight in the room flickered suddenly, swaying afterimages.

Chen Mu tensed up instantly, and subconsciously wanted to grab the giant shark-toothed knife next to him, only to find a woman appeared in the room.