The enemy is now: My husband is a dragon demon

"Are Mr. Zhongli's friends male or female?"

Xiaoyi admired her beauty and replied without raising her head: "Of course he is a man."

Except for those big villains, who would be friends with adults?

Lou Yueyang was a little disappointed after hearing this.

The distance from Qiutang Tower to the back mountain was too far, and Lou Yueyang's clothes were not suitable for walking for a long time. Xiaoyi called the sedan chair bearer over, and the two of them sat in the sedan and walked slowly towards the back mountain.

This season, crape myrtle is in full bloom, with large swaths of flowers blooming in purple clouds, which is particularly dreamy.

Pomegranate flowers are also bright red and covered with branches.

There are more flowers on the lower side, including hydrangeas, peonies, roses, and gardenias. Various fragrances, colors, and flower types are mixed together, making people dizzy and don't know which one to appreciate.

When Lou Yueyang and Xiaoyi arrived at the back mountain, Zhong Liyang was sitting at a stone table with two people talking.

The man on the left is thin and short, with white hair and beard, long arms and legs, and looks like a monkey. There is a crutch next to him, and one leg looks like it has just grown out.

When he saw Lou Yueyang, he shrank and leaned against the man next to him.

The other man is very tall and strong, slightly fat but not greasy, with broad and generous facial features. He is the kind of man who can tell at a glance that his family is in good condition and that he has adequate food and clothing supplies.

Both of them looked at Lou Yueyang.

The sunlight filtered through the leaves and shone on Lou Yueyang, coating her whole body with a dazzling light, making her dazzlingly beautiful.

Both of them were stunned.

Zhong Liyang took a sip of tea and looked at Lou Yueyang's clothes.

Decent is decent, but too beautiful.

He glanced at Xiaoyi with cold and stern eyes. Xiaoyi thought he was praising her for dressing Lou Yueyang so beautifully. She raised her chin arrogantly and smiled very proudly.

Zhong Liyang: "..."

He coughed twice, and the two of them came to their senses.

They stood up and bowed their hands to Lou Yueyang, and Lou Yueyang returned the gift with a smile.

"Brother Mingxu, why don't you introduce me? Is this your new sister-in-law?" The tall man teased as his eyes wandered over Zhong Liyang and Lou Yueyang.

Zhong Liyang glanced at him coldly: "Do you think everyone is like you? Changing women is like changing clothes."

"Oh, then you really blamed me wrongly. You only saw that there are many women around me, but some of them do not necessarily enter my bed..."

"Ahem." Before he could finish his words, the thin man coughed twice, interrupting him, and then winked at him to tell him not to say more.

Lou Yueyang looked at these two people and felt that there was a very ancient aura about them. In terms of appearance, neither of them looked like kind-hearted people, but they did not have any evil or evil vibes.

"This is Mr. Tao, my friend." Zhong Liyang looked at the tall man and said to Lou Yueyang.

Lou Yueyang nodded and smiled: "Mr. Tao."

The man smiled in response.

"This is Mr. Ji, master swordsmith."

Lou Yueyang liked swords very much and asked in awe: "What famous swords has Mr. Ji made?"

Ji Zixuan looked timid. He looked at Zhong Liyang and said with a lack of courage: "There are no famous swords, just a few ugly swords."

Lou Yueyang looked at him and could tell that he was afraid of Zhong Liyang.

Zhong Liyang tapped the stone table a few times: "Go and wait for me under the tree over there. I'll be fine soon."

Zhong Liyang chose to send her away.

Lou Yueyang and Xiao Yi went under the crape myrtle tree over there.

The crape myrtle tree was not far from the stone table, so Zhong Liyang's eyes never left Lou Yueyang.

Yaozhuo looked at him and laughed: "Zixuan, it seems you were right. Mingxu is indeed a crazy person."

Hearing this, Zhong Liyang glanced at Ji Zixuan: "You think you still have a bit too many legs, don't you?" He dared to arrange something behind his back.

Before that happened, Ji Zixuan dared to tease him with Yongzhu and the others, but since he failed to hook up with Lou Yueyang a few days ago and lost a leg, he no longer dared to provoke Zhong Liyang no matter what.

He winked at Yaozhu quickly.

Yongzhu smiled and stood up, blocking Zhong Liyang's gaze at the crape myrtle tree, and changed the subject: "Mingxu, it's your birthday in a few days. My son and I have chosen to come here to celebrate your birthday with good intentions. Don't put on airs!"

Zhong Liyang raised his eyes and looked at him: "What's there to congratulate? Do you know how old I am?"

Yaozhu was startled: "I don't know, is it more than 20,000 years old?"

Zhong Liyang sneered and did not answer.

Yao Zhu guessed again: "No, no, the Dragon Clan fell nearly 30,000 years ago. You already had a reputation by then, and you should be an adult by now. Tianlong is considered an adult only when he is 5,000 years old. You should be already..."

Zhong Liyang's long eyes were half-cast, showing no emotion or anger, but Ji Zixuan was afraid of offending him again and hurting Chi Yu: "Ahem." He coughed twice, interrupting Yaozhu: "What gift do you want to give to the Lord for his birthday?"

Yao Zhu didn't care if he was interrupted, and smiled kindly: "I originally wanted to send some beauties to brother Mingxu to relieve his boredom, but since my sister-in-law is back, I think brother Mingxu won't want them, so why don't I just send them Be more practical!”

As he spoke, he took out an inch-long delicate bottle from his wide sleeves.

Zhong Liyang raised his eyebrows, with a bit of curiosity in his eyes: "What is this?"

Yaozhu smiled enigmatically: "Your favorite thing."

Zhong Liyang was puzzled. He took it and looked at it repeatedly, and smelled the smell, but he couldn't tell what it was. He pinched the cork and was about to open it, but Ying Zhu hurriedly stopped him.

"Brother Mingxu, no, don't look at how small this bottle is. It contains the resentment of tens of thousands of souls. If you open it, you can escape, but Zixuan and I can't escape!"

Zhong Liyang narrowed his eyes, quite surprised: "This is a good thing, so I will accept it."

Yaozhu sat down with a proud look on his face and looked at Ji Zixuan: "Zixuan, it's your turn to stand out."

Ji Zi chose nothing nonsense. He flipped his thin and slender claws, and a sword appeared on it out of thin air: "This sword is called Liehong. The five elements belong to fire. It is very suitable for adults who are also fire."

Zhong Liyang took the Hunting Rainbow Sword and brushed its red sword body with his slender fingers. The golden light shone on it, like sparkling fire. The sword was not wide, and the blade was thin and narrow. In terms of appearance, it was very suitable for women.

"How does this sword compare to the Tianyuan Sword?"

Ji Zixuan waved his hands repeatedly: "The Tianyuan Sword is the incarnation of the dragon horns of the Lord. It has ten faces for Liehong, but it doesn't dare to compare with the Tianyuan Sword."

He cut the tree and said, "Then you still dare to bring it to celebrate Mingxu's birthday. You really don't treat him as a dish..."

Zhong Liyang glanced at him faintly, and then looked at Ji Zixuan with slight disgust, with an expression on his face that he dared to use such a thing to celebrate his birthday.

Ji Zixuan was really afraid of this demon god. He hurriedly started to talk about the advantages of the Rainbow Hunting Sword: "Sir, don't underestimate this sword. Although it is only made of black iron from the Kunlun land veins, compared with the ancient magic weapon blade, it is originally The body is not rare.”