In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

Moyuan, the main hall.

Jiang Ying was propping her head up and listening to the reports from the people below.

"Your Majesty, Xiaoyaozong and others are really shameless for pushing Xie An's death onto us." Yu Qingyan was indignant.

They demons don't care about the eyes of the world, but they can't just dump everything on their heads.

Jiang Ying gently tapped the table with her pretty fingers, feeling a little impatient, "You can do whatever you want to do with this kind of thing."

"Yes", Yu Qingyan heard that Jiang Ying was not happy, and nodded.

"Your Majesty, the top priority is, we have to find the Star Sword as soon as possible and kill Liu Wangshu, so that you will be truly fearless." Gu Qingming cupped his hands.

That's why they acquiesced to Jiang Ying to bring Liu Wangshu back to Moyuan from Xuanfengmen.

Hearing this, Jiang Ying tapped the table in a slightly chaotic rhythm, and her beautiful phoenix eyes swept down, "You can find it."

At the beginning, he urged the red rope left by Yu Qingyan on his wrist to find these demon kings.

They used Yingchuan City's anger to force Jiang Ying to improve his strength, but they also imposed a condition on Jiang Ying, which was to cut off the life-and-death contract with Liu Wangshu.

Jiang Ying was overwhelmed by the news that Liu Wangshu was going to marry, so she agreed without thinking too much.

Only later did he know that only by killing Liu Wangshu with the Xingchen Sword can the life-and-death contract be broken.

He immediately regretted it, but because of his current strength, it was difficult to fight against these four people, so he could only reluctantly agree to them.

A few people wanted to say something more, when they heard a burst of hurried footsteps, seeing the person coming, Jiang Ying sat up straight from the chair.

"But what happened to Falling Moon Pavilion?"

Although he tried his best to keep his tone calm, Gu Qingming could still hear a trace of anxiety.

His eyes darkened, this Liu Wangshu really couldn't stay.

Seeing that the four demon lords were all there, Lurui panicked, "Slaves deserve to die, I don't know that Your Majesty is discussing important matters with several demon lords."

Jiang Ying ordered that the people in the Falling Moon Pavilion can go unimpeded in the Moyuan, so Lurui came in directly.

"No problem," Jiang Ying waved impatiently, "What's the matter?"

Under the pressure, Lurui said, "The saint has gone to find his wife."

"Mo Wanjun?" Song Qiushui murmured.

Before Lu Rui could elaborate, Jiang Ying's figure had already flashed out of the hall.

Gu Qingming and the others looked at each other and followed.

They were also very curious, the woman Mo Wanjun actually came back?

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Falling Moon Pavilion, Liu Wangshu was stabbing at Mo Wanjun with the Shuanghua Sword.

Mo Wanjun dodged her attack slightly, she didn't want to continue fighting with Liu Wangshu here, if those people were recruited, it would be troublesome.

She didn't expect that Liu Wangshu, a little Nascent Soul, would be so difficult to deal with.

I can't help feeling a little anxious.

Liu Wangshu saw that his moves were easily dealt with, and an unknown anger rose in his heart.

But the pain in her lower abdomen made her movements slow down.

Mo Wanjun was keenly aware of Liu Wangshu's strangeness, and seized the opportunity to throw a ball of devilish energy at Liu Wangshu's lower abdomen.

The spasm in the lower abdomen made Liu Wangshu feel weak all over. He wanted to mobilize his spiritual power to resist, but he had no strength.

Seeing that the black air was about to hit the lower abdomen, Liu Wangshu had no way to dodge it, so he could only use his body to take the blow forcefully.

The imagined pain did not happen. The black air was three inches away from Liu Wangshu, and was easily crushed by Jiang Ying who rushed over.

With a cold face, he looked at Mo Wanjun who was a little astonished, "Why don't the saint stay in your pagoda and come to Falling Moon Pavilion to hurt me?"

His tone paused, as if he was thinking about how to address Liu Wangshu.

Beloved wife?lady?Master?elder sister? …

Countless titles flashed through Jiang Ying's mind, and in the end he just asked, "What's the point?"

Mo Wanjun did not expect that Jiang Ying would come so soon, and her heart tightened, "Your Majesty misunderstood, how could I?"

"Hiss", Liu Wangshu couldn't stand the abdominal pain, so he hummed softly.

Immediately attracted Jiang Ying's gaze, he looked coldly at Liu Wangshu who was about to curl up into a ball, "How dare you fight with others when you are not in good health?"

Liu Wangshu didn't answer him, but cursed softly in his heart, you still have the nerve to say, isn't this your peach blossom who came to provoke me by herself.

Mo Wanjun heard the concern in Jiang Ying's blunt tone, and felt uncomfortable.

Such an outstanding man, who should have been hers, was taken away by a bitch like Liu Wangshu.

Although she abandoned the demon clan and ran away when the major sects encircled and suppressed the demon clan back then, that was also an expedient measure, so she couldn't be left to be buried with Jiang Ying.

What's more, didn't this Liu Wangshu also do a lot of things that wronged His Majesty?Why can she be easily forgiven by His Highness?

Thinking of this, Mo Wanjun's nails unconsciously dug into the flesh.

"Go back first," Jiang Ying said again.

Mo Wanjun thought it was said to herself, and there was a hint of joy on her face, "Your Majesty, I"

When she saw Jiang Ying holding Liu Wangshu gently in her arms, the unfinished words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

Gu Qingming and the others also rushed to the Falling Moon Pavilion, their eyes swept over Mo Wanjun with a bit of disdain.

The demons have always looked down on traitors.

Even if this person was once a prominent demon saint.

Mo Wanjun only felt that she was about to lose all face, but luckily she had a white veil covering her face so that she wouldn't be too embarrassed.

She looked at Jiang Ying's figure, and a look of madness flashed in her eyes.

This man was originally hers, and she must have him.

Become, the hostess of this demon clan.

"My lord saint, what are you still doing here? Eating dog food?" Yu Qingyan looked at Mo Wanjun who was standing there, and sneered.

Song Qiushui patted her head helplessly, "Yan'er, why are you talking to the saint?"

Although it was a reprimand, the tone was full of pampering.

Mo Wanjun's teeth were about to be gritted when they sang together, "Wan Jun bids farewell."

Everyone did not speak, but entered the room together.

Being so underestimated by them, Mo Wanjun only felt that she was going to explode in anger. She was not a star in the past, but now she was humiliated like this.

She blamed Liu Wangshu for all her faults. If it wasn't for this woman, she must be Mrs. Mozun when she returned to Moyuan.

It will only be more beautiful than before, how could it be so humiliating.

She stood in the yard, staring at the house, "Liu Wangshu, let's wait and see, Jiang Ying can only be mine."