Unbelievable beauty: The female demon lord brought the three realms to tears

The woman's wedding clothes were all prepared by her mother-in-law's family, but unfortunately she was the only one left in Liuguang Palace.

She was wearing her mother's old wedding dress, which was plain and elegant.

Ah He thought it was too monotonous, so he took it and changed it.

Now that she has Ahe, she is enough.

Along with this wedding dress, there was also a red lotus flower with a very gorgeous bloom.

Looking at the red lotus, An An was silent for a while, then smiled slightly and moved it to the most conspicuous place in the boudoir.

An Ning had a smile on her face, it was not easy for Hong Lian to come here.

Thinking of how she almost had a falling out with Wen He yesterday.

"Ah He, have my red lotuses bloomed today?" An Ning stood in front of Yuelao Hall, looking at the cold and remote Yuelao Hall. A tall fairy tree grew wantonly, with its bare branches hanging outside.

The red light flickered on it.

The fiery red marriage threads all over the tree are dazzling, and the joy permeates the entire treetop. It is really difficult to sort them out, and even cutting them makes them messy.

Wen He was pulling out the red thread when he heard An Ning's voice and replied angrily: "Your lotus can't bloom. It has to come every day, and it won't bloom even if every day comes."

An Ning was not angry when she heard Wen He's words, and smiled gently, which was dazzling and touching.

The clear laughter made Wen He turn around and said, "I don't know why you are giggling. You said you are about to get married, and you still run out every day. Can't you send someone to pick it up?"

An Ning touched her nose and smiled sadly: "It's not that you don't know the situation in Liuguang Palace."

Yes, poor.

Although this guy couldn't practice cultivation, he was even more beautiful than Jiutian Xuannv. Ah He turned his eyes away and helplessly pointed at the red lotus flowers filling the pond.

"See for yourself. You have been raising this thing for five years and it has not bloomed. An Ning, you and Immortal Li Yan are not destined to have children."

An Ning was stunned for a moment and slowly approached the Red Lotus Fairy Pond. The red lotus belonging to her still had not bloomed.

An Ning pointed to the thinnest little figure: "Ahe, is there any other way to make this flower bloom?"

Wen He crossed his arms and said angrily: "You really want to marry Li Yan?"

Hearing this, An Ning took a step closer to Wen He, "Then if I don't marry him, will you support me?"

When Wen He heard this, his expression looked better than before, and he waved his hand: "Okay, you should marry him. I haven't paid off what I owe to Yuelao Palace. I can't afford to support you anymore."

An Ning knew that this guy would say this: "Of course, he is very good to me. You will come tomorrow too, right?"

Wen He's body was a little stiff, he stiffened his neck, and immediately became busy, without even looking at An Ning.

"This kind of forced marriage will not bring good results. There are many things going on in Yuelao Temple, and I definitely won't have time to go there."

Wen He's master was the master of Yuelao Palace. He often ran away without seeing anyone. He said he had gone to the human world and lingered and didn't want to come back, leaving a lot of mess for Wen He to clean up.

On weekdays, when Wen He mentioned this, he wanted to smash the Yuelao Temple.

The figure walked very fast, as if afraid that An Ning would drag her.

An Ning was not upset. He walked slowly to the edge of the pond, dug out the red lotus of marriage with his own hands, and kept it in a small jar.

Looking at the sickly red lotus bones, he said to himself expressionlessly: "It's small and ugly. It's not going to die, right? There's really no sign of blooming at all."

She is not a fairy, so naturally she cannot give birth to a red lotus for marriage.

But she found a way in the ancient books yesterday. A golden wind feather appeared in An Ning's hand. The golden feather spun around in her hand smoothly, and the sharp root was aimed at her heart.

"Chi!" The sound of the blade piercing the flesh, the root of the golden feather piercing directly into the heart, the Buddhist mantra seemed to come alive, and he immediately avoided this sharp weapon.

Drops of bright red blood fell on the red lotus of marriage. The flower slowly absorbed An Ning's heart's blood, and it opened its buds in just a moment.

An Ning's face turned pale, "The ancients have not deceived me, the flowers have really bloomed."

Wen He appeared from nowhere, put down the book in his hand and ran over, furious: "What are you doing? Your body is so fragile and you dare to take heart blood. Do you really want to die?"

An Ning smiled calmly: "I'm fine, Ah He, look at the flowers blooming."

"I think you are a lunatic." Wen He scolded.

An Ning looked down at her bloody heart, and there seemed to be something there.

Just as he was about to take it out, Wen He slapped the back of his hand. He looked like he hated iron and gave An Ning a good beating.

"You're a death seeker. Are you still going to touch it with your hands? Aren't you afraid of bleeding to death?"

"Wen He, you are so kind."

An Ning stopped exploring the strange feeling in her heart, and her well-behaved look made Wen He look much better.

"Fairy An Ning, the fairy driver who picked you up is here, eh..."

An Ning's thoughts were recalled. She raised her head and looked at the door, but frowned. The person coming was not Li Yan.

"It's you?"

The colorful door was lightly knocked, and Li Yan, dressed in platinum fairy clothes, came to the door, followed by three or five friends, all of whom were laughing and teasing Li Yan.

Li Yan's face was illuminated by the wedding candle, adding a hint of fireworks. The traces of emotion in his eyes were no longer able to be suppressed.

Facing the closed boudoir, he recited: "My love for peace is like a fish in water, and I love you like the moonlight shining on the night. I am willing to go to Hongmeng with you. This love and scene can be witnessed in the three realms and can be seen in the six realms."

"An Ning, come with me."

But there was no reply from the door for a long time, and Li Yan felt something was wrong. He pushed the door open, and a strong smell of blood rushed towards him.

A woman in a luxurious wedding dress fell on the wedding bed. There was a large amount of blood on the ground, which made everyone panic.

"An Ning, how could..." Li Yan rushed over to help the bride up, and found that the dead person turned out to be Yan Shu.

How could it be Yanshu? The devil's breath on the corpse has not dissipated yet. When can An Ning use the devil's breath?

Li Yan let go of the body in his hand, a trace of confusion and panic flashed in his eyes, wondering where An Ning had gone.

Li Yan raised his head fiercely, his eyes trembling: "The Meteor God Platform."

She must have gone to the God of Death!

An Ning was wearing a long black dress. Compared to her white and gold wedding dress, she looked more like an elf in the night at this moment.

She walked through the arrangement of spiritual flowers and fruits, and finally arrived at the Death Table.

When he turned around, he happened to see Li Yan chasing after him.

Opening the mouth is a punch.

"It turns out that getting married to you is nothing more than that."

Li Yan was stunned: "An Ning, what are you talking about?"

"Didn't you see it?" An Ning held a lotus in her hand. The upside-down red lotus of marriage, its petals were shaken off and floated feebly on the ground.

"If you hurt this red lotus, you will also hurt yourself. Don't treat yourself like this."

Li Yan always spoke coldly and coldly, a bit inhumane. Now I am praying cautiously.

He's really a demon, and he can't even act like a human being.

An Ning threw the red lotus in her hand directly at her feet, crushed it with magic breath, and smiled leisurely: "Don't you know, this flower has been destroyed a long time ago, in the hands of your sweetheart, Yanshu."

Li Yan was startled when he heard Yan Shu's name.

He shook his head and explained: "An Ning, it's not what you think. I have always regarded Yanshu as my younger sister. ..."