The enemy is now: My husband is a dragon demon

Ling Luo understood.

Her steps were slightly stiff, and she slowly walked to the door of Zixiao Palace. There were only traces of water and fire, and Zixiao Palace was no longer as elegant and quiet as before.

The man he had always regarded as a god died like this?

Her grandfather and father were all promoted by Haoyuan. Since she was a child, she has been educated by her parents to spare no effort to serve Tianjun.

Her grandfather and father didn't discipline her much, and there were many women around her, so she didn't respect them too much.

Sometimes, Haoyuan is actually closer to her than her relatives in her heart.

She just didn't expect that one day, the person who was too tall in her heart to be looked down upon would actually die like this.

She seemed to have lost all her strength and slumped to the ground helplessly.

Ximen Zhuoer stepped forward and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

Just in my heart, I was thinking about how to excuse her in front of Zhong Liyang later.

He turned around, preparing to make arrangements before coming back.

Ling Luo suddenly spoke from behind him: "Ximen Zhuoer, is he really dead?"

There won’t be any more opportunities?

She stepped forward and approached Ximen Zhuoer: "Is there any remnant soul? As long as I can keep a trace of his breath, I have a way..."

Ximen Zhuoer interrupted her: "No more, not at all."

His expression was slightly cold.

What are you doing to retain a trace of his breath, and let him continue to harm others?

Although he is a god and king, what kind of things can he do that are worthy of this status?

In order to secure his high position, what are the differences between his methods and those of demons like them who are hated by the world?

Hearing this, Lingluo smiled bitterly and turned to face Linxiantai. The firelight in the distance gradually dimmed, as if eternal night had fallen.

She looked at Zixiao Palace and smiled even more bitterly.

Ximen Zhuoer saw something wrong with her expression, and just as he was about to say a few more words of comfort, Ling Luo picked up the sword with one arm and quickly wiped it on her neck.

The blood splattered on Ximen Zhuoer's face, burning with heat.

Ximen Zhuoer was stunned for a moment, then immediately snatched the sword away and shouted loudly, asking someone to find a doctor quickly.

Ling Luo lay in his arms, but she shook her head with a smile, with tears in her eyes: "No need, I came back today, and I had no intention of surviving."

Her soul power leaked out quickly.

Ximen Zhuoer looked at the wound on her neck. Her hand was so heavy that the bones could be seen. He only took one look at it and felt it was so red that he closed his eyes in pain.

"Why? You will be relieved soon..."

After Haoyuan died, he thought that Ling Luo had regained her freedom, and the matter between the two of them could finally be mentioned.

But he never imagined that he and Ling Luo would end up like this.

After a while, Ling Luo's soul was completely destroyed.

Ximen Zhuoer felt that his heart was empty.

Hua Yi and Zheng Feiyun stepped forward and patted his shoulders, feeling uncomfortable.

Too many people have died because of one right.

The two of them left Linxiantai with Ximen Zhuoer who was extremely dull.

The storm is beginning to settle.

After Wuchen regained some energy, he handed Xiaolong, who was sleeping soundly, to Lou Yueyang.

Lou Yueyang's lips were very white, but after seeing Xiaolong, he mustered up some strength, held it in his palm, and looked at it carefully.

"It's still young, so I'll keep it with you for now. When it can transform, I'll take it to the Luohen Realm for upbringing."

Lou Yueyang nodded in thanks.

Wuchen returned to Luohen Realm with that strand of black hair.

I was speechless when I came, and I was lonely when I left.

Ximen Zhuoer returned to Tapir Mountain, where he died. Ling Luo, who was as good as him in terms of soul cultivation, died.

He was completely alone again.

On the top floor of Fushi Building, Zhong Liyang and Ming Kui played chess quietly, while Lou Yueyang teased Xiaolong and made tea by the stove.

Mingkui hasn't recovered yet, but when he smells the fragrance of tea, he can't help but feel a little greedy: "The white peony cooked by my sister-in-law?"

Lou Yueyang smiled slightly: "Yes, I also added tangerine peel and red dates."

Mingkui walked over and poured a glass, blew it to cool down and drank it in one sip: "Well cooked."

There was snow falling outside the window, and cigarette smoke was curling up in the room, which made me feel more relaxed and comfortable than I had in a long time.

Lou Yueyang looked at this scene, her eyebrows trembling, urging them to think of a name for the child.

Hearing this, Zhong Liyang took Xiaolong in his hand and looked at him quietly. After playing for a while, Xiaolong felt sleepy and kept yawning while looking at him.

After thinking for a long time and rejecting Ming Kui's countless ideas, Zhong Liyang slowly said: "Let's call him Zhong Lisheng. The name should be bigger and how old he is. You can choose it yourself."

After speaking, he looked at Lou Yueyang with gentle eyes.

Lou Yueyang paused, his smile a little stiff: "Okay."

If she can survive until that day.

Zhong Liyang looked at her who was losing weight day by day, his eyes as heavy as the night sky.

After playing a game of chess, Mingkui resigned.

Zhong Liyang walked up to Lou Yueyang and held her in his arms. The two of them held Zhong Lizheng, who was asleep again, in their arms and looked out the window quietly.

The snow is getting heavier.

"I'll let people set off fireworks for you tonight, and there's one more thing I'll tell you later."

His voice was low, but there was an indescribable excitement in it.

Lou Yueyang was confused and had to wait until sunset.

She ate very little in the evening. Seeing that she had no appetite, Zhong Liyang took a look at the food and found that she didn't like it.

He frowned slightly: "Where's the manager?"

Since Huang Liang was promoted to palace steward, he has been very conscientious and knows the preferences of the two of them and their friends.

Why did you make this mistake today?

The little maid who served the food was a little scared, her eyes were red and she said: "Manager Huang fell ill two days ago. Doctor He saw it this morning and said that he might not be able to survive the first month of the year..."

The little maid began to cry as she spoke.

Lou Yueyang and Zhong Liyang looked at each other and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Today is the 28th. It seems that Huang Liang will transcend the tribulation and ascend in the next two days.

They already know that Huang Liang is the True Lord of the Lie Sun. Now that the gods in the world are leaderless, it is indeed troublesome, and Huang Liang's death now can just fill the vacancy.

"If the True Lord of the Burning Sun were the Heavenly Lord, perhaps all living beings in the world would live more comfortably."

Lou Yueyang said calmly.

Zhong Liyang shook his head: "He is on good terms with the gods of the mid-term period, so I'm afraid he won't ascend to the throne by himself."

The gods in the middle period are all descendants of the ancient gods, and there are many sages among them.

"But they all have no courage. They are a bunch of cowards. They are only suitable for maintaining their status."

Zhong Liyang commented unceremoniously.

Lou Yueyang felt that it was more suitable for "cowards" like them now. After all, there were many casualties in the six realms and they needed to take a good rest.

Having a group of people like them who are not warlike is actually great for most people.

Zhong Liyang thought about it, but didn't take it too seriously: "I'll die if I die. It won't delay our fireworks viewing at night."

"..."

Night falls.

The snow also stopped. Zhong Liyang and Lou Yueyang held the boat and rowed through the blooming lotus flowers in the Karma Pond.

Zhong Lizheng slept very sweetly in her arms.

Zhong Liyang drove the boat to the middle of the Karma Pond and stopped. In just a moment, lotus flowers surrounded the boat.

They sat hugging each other on the bow.

"Boom-bang!"

Colorful fireworks exploded in the sky, and the sound of fireworks exploded in my ears. The smell of gunpowder lingered in my nose. Together with the lotus fragrance, I couldn't separate it.

Lou Yueyang looked up at the sky, feeling that this moment was both brief and eternal.

"What are you going to tell me?"

Lou Yueyang suddenly remembered his words.

Zhong Liyang hugged her and didn't speak for a long time.

It wasn't until the fireworks were set off that Zhong Liyang covered her eyes with his big palm: "Wait for me, don't open your eyes."