The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

"Fu Ce Daojun."

Emperor Shijun slowly wiped the corners of his lips gently and narrowed his eyes, "Isn't it a little too inappropriate to break into someone else's house without etiquette like this, huh?"

His long knuckles tapped on the table irregularly.

Makes an annoying raspy sound.

The girl nestled obediently in his arms.

The eyes are soft and innocent.

Fuce was suddenly upset.

This was the first time Fuce felt such a strange and unpleasant emotion.

His lips became pale, and his cold eyebrows became a little dull. He said in a low voice, "Yes," "I just have something very important."

What a lame excuse.

Emperor Shijun didn't believe it, he curled his lips and sneered, "Tell me, if there is something important, Mr. Fuce Dao, he wants to suddenly barge in while his lover is making out. He really knows how to choose the right time."

Fu Ce's heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by a big hand, making him unable to breathe.

He breathed softly, "You are not her lover."

The smile on Di Fujun's lips deepened, "Am I not? Then who is? Fuce Daojun?"

The doubtful look the girl cast on him almost burned a hole in Fuce's heart.

His thick eyelashes trembled heavily, "I..."

"Master Fuce Dao, my brother and I are getting married in seven days."

Before he could finish his words, the girl's cheerful voice suddenly interrupted him.

Even the courage he had finally accumulated was shattered.

The cold wind whistled ferociously, as if it wanted to penetrate his broken heart before it would stop.

He touched his heart blankly, wondering why it hurt so much here.

It hurts more than the 81 thunderbolts during the Tribulation...

"You." Fuce raised the cold Qingshuang sword and said expressionlessly, "Damn it."

Emperor Shijun sneered immediately.

Do you really think he is a soft persimmon?

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Pan Shu gently and comfortingly, "I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he quickly closed the door and left.

Pan Shu raised her eyebrows.

Leaning lazily on the window sill, I thought casually that a man's jealousy is the most terrifying thing in the world.

However... even though Fu Ce is a genius who has never been born in thousands of years, Emperor Shijun, as the male protagonist, is naturally not bad at being the darling of heaven.

What's more, Emperor Shijun probably got some great opportunity recently, and his strength has been qualitatively improved.

It's just that several beauties who were supposed to appear at this time in the original plot disappeared for some reason.

Develop according to the original plot.

Emperor Shijun has already been in a heated relationship with his few confidantes.

Pan Shu doesn't like dirty men at all.

Be it mentally or physically.

——There is no sand in her eyes.

It wasn't until it was getting late that Emperor Shijun returned in the twilight.

Even though he hid it well, Pan Shu still smelled the vague smell of blood on his body.

Most likely Fu Ce also suffered some injuries.

Pan Shu glanced out the window coldly, then looked back indifferently.

There are as many men who are jealous of her as there are crucian carp crossing the river. If she cares about every one of them, will she die from exhaustion?

However, Pan Shu is always a little more patient than others when it comes to attacking targets.

"Brother, what did you do this afternoon?"

Emperor Shijun paused for a moment, then raised his hand and pinched her snow-white cheeks with creamy skin. His last words were extremely long, and he was inexplicably lazy, "You're so curious..."

"Well, I really like Fu Ce Daojun."

Emperor Shijun's eyes darkened, but the gentle smile on his face remained unchanged, "Huh? Shushu doesn't like brother anymore?"

"I like them all. They like them all the same."

Emperor Shijun was extremely disgusted with this answer.

He frowned imperceptibly and said in a slightly serious tone, "Then if Fuce wants to marry Shushu, will Shushu agree?"

"Yes~"

Emperor Shijun's heart dropped heavily.

The feeling of weightlessness almost swallowed him up.

He said sadly: "Really... If Shushu wants to be with someone else, I will be very unhappy."

"Why is my brother unhappy?" Pan Shu paused, "I don't want my brother to be unhappy."

"Then Shushu will be with me for the rest of her life, okay?"

Pan Shu bit her lip in embarrassment, "...Okay."

Emperor Shijun curled his lips in satisfaction.

The next day.

It was probably Emperor Shijun who had already released the news that he was going to marry Pan Shu.

All the neighbors came to visit happily.

The young teacher at the private school returned to Beijing sadly.

The originally deserted courtyard suddenly took on a festive feel. While Emperor Shijun was dealing with the villagers, he looked at the girl sitting by the window having sex with his peripheral vision, and the corners of his lips slightly raised unconsciously.

He suppressed his uneasiness.

He must be too nervous.

Emperor Shijun thought.

A few more days passed like this.

The wedding dress that he ordered to be tailor-made for Pan Shu was also sent.

Although the wedding was simple, Emperor Shijun never wanted to wrong her.

Tomorrow is their wedding day.

The little girl was greedy, so during the day she followed the villagers to the market at the foot of the mountain to buy candied haws to satisfy her craving.

It happened that at this time he was unable to get away due to wedding matters, so he asked one of the kind-faced aunts to take good care of the little girl for him.

He was relieved.

It's getting late.

The smile on Emperor Shijun's face gradually disappeared.

It's mixed with a hint of coldness that the storm is about to come.

Hesu Town.

With tears in her eyes, the girl stared aggrievedly at the gloomy, handsome and sinister man in front of her.

"Just let me go."

Mo Dan looked gentle, ignored her words, held the little girl's hand and walked through the streets, "Be good, do you want to eat candy?"

"……eat."

He curled his lower lip.

He took out the gold and threw it into the hawker's arms, with a calm expression on his face, as if the tenderness just now was all a disguise.

Or maybe all the tenderness is only given to the little girl.

"Pinch a fox," he paused, "nine tails."

The hawker glanced at him inexplicably, but Mo Dan shivered with the cold air all over his body. Fortunately, the hawker was ingenious. Although he was not similar to the nine-tailed sky fox, he was more beautiful and delicate.

Pan Shu glanced at him, "Who are you?"

Mo Dan felt a pain in his heart and said as if nothing had happened, "Your old friend."

"Then why don't I remember you."

She gently bit off a small corner of the candy man and said, "Send me back quickly, otherwise my brother will be anxious if he can't see me."

Mo Dan's face turned cold, "You want to marry him?"

"Yes, my brother said that as long as my brother and I get married, we can be together forever."

Mo Dan twitched the corners of his lips lightly.

Noncommittal.

It's not said whether it's good or not.

It just makes people subconsciously feel dangerous and want to stay away.

The moon is very round and bright tonight.

But after Mo Dan became the Demon God, those heavenly punishments no longer counted for him.

But there is still a dull pain in my heart.

Like a dead tree that is decaying and decaying inch by inch.

Death haunts.

He looked at the girl with focused and gentle eyes, "Banshu."

"Ok?"

The girl raised her eyes in confusion.

But she saw him gently inserting a beautiful phoenix hairpin into her bun.

"what is this?"

"This is..." He smiled slightly, "Our token of love."

Pan Shu sneered in her heart, after becoming the devil, this guy became more and more shameless.