The enemy is now: My husband is a dragon demon

When he first came out of the underground, he felt such a strong sense of familiarity in her.

That was the aura that belonged exclusively to Shen Yulou.

Not to mention that yesterday at the Dragon Palace, Hua Yi unlocked the seal of her past life memory, and Shen Yulou's memory directly controlled her.

There's something fishy about this.

He thought that after he was suppressed a thousand years ago, she continued to be the head of the Taoist school until her death.

But it seems that's not the case now——

"Sir, I heard that girl's name at the door a few days ago!" A kid came out of the crowd tremblingly.

Zhong Liyang looked at him with displeasure in his long eyes: "Are you dead if you didn't speak just now?"

The kid hurriedly knelt down. He was so anxious that he did not beg for mercy and said directly: "Lou Yueyang, that little Taoist nun is called Lou Yueyang. She is an orphan and was raised by the master of Shenxiao Temple."

Zhong Liyang stopped arguing with him and asked Pluto to quickly investigate Lou Yueyang's life.

The strange thing is that there is no record about Lou Yueyang.

The life story of Lou Zhiyan is quite detailed, even clearly stating how old he was when he planted a pine and cypress tree, but there is no information about the adoption of Lou Yueyang.

Zhong Liyang frowned, there are only two results for such a thing, one is to become an immortal and become a god, and the other is to be an immortal who descends to earth and endures calamities.

Shen Yulou is a mortal body, and he knows this best, so there are no two possibilities.

Before, he only knew that she was one of the rare female heads of the Dao Sect, with incredible martial arts skills and a good skill at playing tricks, but he didn't check the other details carefully.

First of all, he was arrogant at that time. Even the future emperors of the heaven were just little kids in his eyes and were not worth mentioning. Even if a Dao sect leader was extremely powerful, he could only become a loose immortal, so there was no need to fear him.

Secondly, Shen Yulou has a cold personality and doesn't like to talk, let alone talking to him.

So for the three years she was with him, he didn't even investigate her origins in detail.

The more Zhong Liyang thought about it, the more something was wrong. He didn't even sense Lou Yueyang's aura nearby.

He stood up and without saying a word, he took a step forward and disappeared.

Pluto and others congratulated him in unison.

The pomp was huge.

Lou Yueyangkong was worried for a while, but was sent back again before he was brought into the inner hall.

Normal order was restored within the underworld.

She didn't know why Zhong Liyang didn't notice her presence this time, but Zhong Liyang was already gone. She didn't plan to waste time thinking about these things. She wanted to quickly find the Demon-Slaying Sword and end this frightening day.

She returned to the wellhead on the second floor and spent six hours exploring the seventeenth underground floor.

There are quite a few weapons of all kinds, but there is no news about the demon-slaying sword with strong dragon breath.

He didn't meet any powerful ghost kings or other big shots along the way, so Lou Yueyang's trip went smoothly.

Once the evil spirit left, her luck improved.

She chanted the incantation and returned to her body. It was almost noon, and the sun was shining brightly, making the dust in the room smell like sunshine.

Returned in vain again.

The Demon-Slaying Sword can only be found in a few other places.

But now she wants to go back to Luoying Mountain.

The disciples of Shenxiao Sect appeared in the underworld, which was not a good sign.

Not to mention her terrifyingly real dream.

After being highly stressed for such a long time, she felt extremely sleepy. She packed her things, went out and bought a beggar's chicken, ate something hastily, and then went to bed to take a nap.

The dream was still bloody.

She couldn't fall asleep after resting for less than half an hour.

She sat up, took out the flower-piercing glasses in shock, and softly recited the spell and returned to Luoying Mountain.

When she entered the gate, everything was quiet, so quiet that Lou Yueyang was uneasy.

It seemed that it had just rained here not long ago, and the leaves were still dripping with water from time to time.

But it didn't dissipate the faint smell of blood floating in the air. Lou Yueyang became more and more frightened. She walked heavily and pushed open the door of the hall with trembling hands.

The scarlet red stung her eyes, and there were broken limbs and broken bodies everywhere. Her mind went blank. For a long time, she didn't know where she was, and she didn't know if this was another dream or reality.

She ran through the thick black blood and found many familiar faces in the mountain of corpses, including Senior Uncle Gao Xiu, Senior Uncle Ye Lanshan, Senior Uncle Fu Huaiyi who was so obsessed with martial arts that he had no apprentices, and -

Her master Lou Zhiyan.

He was lying there, still holding the fly whisk tightly in his hand, his face was horribly deformed, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, nose, and ears.

Lou Yueyang collapsed on the ground, covered with the blood of the people she had spent time with.

She slowly climbed up to Lou Zhiyan, and her inexplicably hot hands covered Lou Zhiyan's eyes that were still closed.

Tears fell on the ground drop by drop, blending with the blood.

Master...

Her parents have died since she can remember, so she always regards Lou Zhiyan as her father.

Externally, he was harsh and harsh, but towards her, he never spared his kindness.

Lou Yueyang suddenly felt that life was meaningless.

In the underworld, the smiles of those souls without complete intelligence may be sincere.

She walked out of the hall and couldn't bear to see the miserable state of her master and uncles.

She cried until she was sobbing, from silent to bursting into tears, and then to silent again. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and then she yelled at Zhong Liyang in a hoarse voice——

"You indiscriminate beast! Something worse than excrement!

If you have the ability, go and kill Shen Yulou. Why are you holding on to me? Why are you trying to kill my master and uncle?

asshole! Shit, disgusting! Ugh—" As she spoke, she cried so hard that she felt really sick.

Zhong Liyang was half leaning against the ridge of the Shenxiao Temple. He listened to Lou Yueyang scolding him below and laughed angrily. His narrow dark red eyes were half-squinted, exuding an evil aura. He was wearing dark red clothes. , very much like the blood stains spreading on the ground.

He snorted coldly and appeared in front of Lou Yueyang.

Lou Yueyang lowered her head and cried. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the hem of clothes that suddenly appeared in front of her. She was so angry that she quickly pulled out a sword from the treasure box and stabbed Zhong Liyang straight into the heart.

She knew that this would not kill Zhong Liyang at all, but this was her subconscious move.

He won't live long anyway.

Even if he dies, he will be bloody.

Lou Yueyang thought bitterly.

The sword did not hit Zhong Liyang, but was blown away in front of the palace by the wind of his palm. She was also swept to the chest by the wind of his palm, and a sweet smell surged into her throat.

This was within Lou Yueyang's expectation.

Perhaps she was about to die, so she was not afraid at this moment. She pulled out a peach wood hairpin from her head and threw it towards Zhong Liyang.

Old God Zhong Liyang was here and didn't take it seriously. He just looked at Lou Yueyang steadily, with murderous intent in his eyes.

When the peach wood hairpin was about to come to his eyes, he took a look at the hairpin.