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"marriage?"

Xie Muyun caught the important information from Xiaoyao's mouth. She lowered her eyes and thought deeply. When she was about to ask again, Xiaoyao snorted coldly and closed the door with a bang.

The monk shrugged helplessly and sighed: "These chicken donors are used to being unreasonable. The poor monk said it. The poor monk is a monk, how can he get married?"

With all her spiritual energy gone, Xie Muyun was now an ordinary person and couldn't escape suddenly. She simply lay down on the stone bed and closed her eyes to rest.

When the young monk saw that she was ignoring him, he snorted and followed Xie Muyun in a hurry.

"Donor, why did you fall asleep? The poor monk finally waited until you woke up. Please talk to the poor monk."

"What is the name of the donor? The poor monk's name is Lingche."

The little monk opened his mouth and hasn't stopped since just now, and he has been noisy.

Xie Muyun opened her eyes, and the charming face of the little monk was right in front of her. Her voice was lazy, crisp but not charming: "Little monk, you are so noisy."

"A monk like you would be better off talking less."

Lingche was stunned for a moment, then blinked: "Why? God has the virtue of a good life. This poor monk deserves to accumulate virtue and do good deeds throughout his life and speak freely."

“Everything has its uses.”

Xie Muyun chuckled lightly, with a bright look in his beautiful eyes: "You are right, but when you open your mouth, you feel broken and don't care about people's lives."

After saying that, Xie Muyun stopped talking to Lingche.

Lingche was shocked: "What?! How could it be like this?"

"Donor, don't sleep. You haven't told me your name yet! This poor monk opened his mouth. Why does he not care about people's lives and lives?"

Xie Muyun had closed his eyes and ignored Lingche.

The little monk was so angry that he wished he could shake Xie Muyun awake.

Time passed little by little.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone opened the door.

"What are you thinking about, little monk?"

A charming voice came from outside, and almost at the same time, Xie Muyun opened his eyes and looked outside the door.

Then he saw a sexy woman wearing a tight-fitting red gauze dress, with contoured body and slits reaching the top of her thighs, walking in gracefully.

The woman's eyes narrowed, and her gaze fell on Xie Muyun. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she looked at Xie Muyun with her eyes.

"Hey, sister is awake? My sister's face is so beautiful. My heart trembles when I see her."

The woman raised her orchid fingers, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were shy.

Lingche clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the black-bone donor, the poor monk..."

Before Lingche finished speaking, the woman's eyes sharpened and she glared at Lingche fiercely.

"You little monk, you are handsome, but you are too verbose when you speak."

The woman's fingertips passed across her lips, and she looked at Xie Muyun with a smile: "Beauty, since you are awake, on a good day, you and this little monk can worship heaven and earth here and perform the bridal chamber."

After saying that, she laughed heartily.

Worship heaven and earth and go to the bridal chamber?

A cold light flashed across Xie Muyun's beautiful eyes. She stood up from the stone bed and walked to the woman with long steps.

"Are you, the King of Silky Chickens?"

"It's the slave family." The Wuji King laughed, looked at Xie Muyun and exclaimed:

"You have such a face that any woman will be moved by it. If it weren't for the fact that a man and a woman are required to get married, I would really like to marry you instead of that verbose little monk."

Hearing this, the young monk was shocked, but he quickly came to his senses, clasped his hands together and bent slightly, with a serious expression: "Amitabha, Sir, how can a woman get married between a woman?"

"If you want to talk nonsense, I will do it myself. Do I still need you?!" The black-cock banshee seemed to hate the little monk very much, and said fiercely.

Xie Muyun smiled, with that pure and beautiful face that made people obsessed, and his lips seemed to contain elixir, and his voice was like a gurgling clear stream, pleasant to the ear: "Your Majesty has good vision, but there must always be some reason for your Majesty to ask Muyun to marry the young monk. Right?"

"Can I tell you?"

The black-rooster banshee was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect Xie Muyun to be so understanding.

"Beauty, you are sensible. Anyway, I am the only one in this black chicken cave, so it doesn't matter if I tell you."

The black cock banshee spoke slowly.

It turned out that she had cultivated human form 1000 years ago, and had a tragic love affair with a human scholar down the mountain. The scholar did not despise her as a demon, and they had a private relationship with her.

However, the good times did not last long, and the scholar's first wife came to visit...

Wait, first wife?

Lingche clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, Buddha bless you, black chicken donor, you know that the other person has a family, but you forcefully break up the other person's family, it is really unethical and lacking in great virtue."

"Shut up, you stinky monk, what kind of virtue do I want from a demon?"

The black-cock banshee was very dissatisfied with being interrupted by Lingche and glared at him fiercely.

Xie Muyun glanced at Lingche and half-smiled: "If you don't want to hear it, young master, how about getting married to me now?"

Lingche immediately shut his mouth.

The black-rooster banshee snorted coldly and added: "No one can stop love when it comes, even if you have a wife."

Xie Muyun blinked, looking like he was listening curiously: "Your Majesty, you are right, what happens next?"

Black-cock Banshee: "I have clearly promised my original wife and am willing to include her in my Black-cock Cave, but I didn't expect that she wouldn't accept it!"

"In a fit of rage, I accidentally killed the scholar."

Lingche was confused: "The original wife did not agree. Why did the donor...kill the scholar? Didn't the donor love scholars?"

The black-rooster banshee looked at Ling Che with an idiot look: "The monk is indeed a monk, I told you it was careless, careless!"

Xie Muyun's mouth twitched and said, "Then, my lord, you are really too careless."

"So...what does the king need from the two of us?"

With his spiritual power sealed, if he wanted to get out of this black-rooster cave as soon as possible, he could only focus on this black-rooster banshee.

The black-rooster banshee smiled, moved closer to Xie Muyun, and looked into her eyes. A strange chill flashed through the depths of her eyes.

"I want you two to get married and enter the bridal chamber tonight. After one day, only one of you can live! I want you to know what it feels like to kill the one you love with your own hands!"

"Cack-clack, clack-clack!"

The black-rooster banshee was dark and twisted, laughing so wildly that she even cried like a rooster.

Lingche: "..."

Xie Muyun didn't wait for the black-rooster banshee to finish laughing, and raised her hands like a good student: "Your Majesty, is there a possibility, I mean... maybe, I don't know this little monk, even after the wedding, I killed him Come on, I won’t be soft-hearted.”

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The smile on the black-cock banshee's face froze, and she looked at Xie Muyun in disbelief: "You are so beautiful, how can you be so cruel?"

Xie Muyun covered her lips and smiled coyly. Her smile was gentle and gorgeous, so beautiful that it was tragic and breathtaking: "Thank you for the compliment, she is so cruel."

Lingche: "..."

"However, Your Majesty, if you want to satisfy such pleasure, I have another idea. I wonder if Your Majesty would like to hear it."

The black-cock banshee's eyes lit up: "What can I do, beauty?"

"Why don't Your Majesty find a man and woman who know each other well? In this way, the show Your Majesty can see will definitely be better than that of me and this little monk."

As Xie Muyun spoke, her skirt fluttered slightly, her posture was elegant, and every move she made was dignified and generous. She lightly opened her lips: "Besides, the young monk is a monk, has no feelings, and still has compassion, so he must If you can't do it, you can only wait for me to kill her."

"One is willing to kill and the other is willing to be killed. How can your Majesty feel the pleasure?"