The enemy is now: My husband is a dragon demon

Zhong Liyang glanced at her: "Do you think I look like someone who can't pass the beauty test?"

Lou Yueyang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It doesn't look like that."

He doesn't seem like someone who would be misled by women.

But why does he have to go with him?

After thinking for a moment, she understood that just like the emperor, not all the three thousand beauties in the three palaces and six courtyards had been impressed by him. They were just overly fond of him, and they only liked the pleasure that their skin and body brought to them. That’s all.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little stuffy in her heart.

Zhong Liyang noticed something strange in her: "What? Do you think of yourself?"

Lou Yueyang turned his head and pretended to continue listening to the storytelling: "No way, it's just that women are not worth it."

Zhong Liyang smiled: "You are not a woman yet, just a little girl. You are sad every day."

Lou Yueyang retorted: "You know I'm a girl and you still insist on me following you. You, a demon king with such a big name, don't have any face at all."

Zhong Liyang was a little numb from her crowding and couldn't get angry, so he simply ignored her and continued to listen to how the human world chatterbox fabricated his story.

"Who would have expected that the Demon King actually slapped the Flower Goddess to death with one palm. Poor Flower Goddess, the most delicate beauty in the world, died miserably at the hands of the Demon King who did not understand the charm..."

"Oh my god, is this true?" Lou Yueyang asked with his eyes wide open.

Zhong Liyang gently rubbed his chin with his fingers, and said in a somewhat uncertain voice: "I remember he was kicked to death..."

She is too noisy.

He sent someone to find out that she was the candidate jointly decided by Shen Yulou and another Buddhist master. He wanted to see what other magical powers she had besides her appearance, so he let her enter the Floating Snow Palace. Who knew that after she came in? She started shouting and drinking, as if she were the hostess.

At that time, the Floating Snow Palace was not as large as it is now, and there was only Xiao Yi at his disposal.

She just pushed everything to Xiao Yi. Except for a face that others said was good-looking, there was really nothing in her mind.

It's not worth anything if you die.

Lou Yueyang was simply convinced by this person.

God is so ignorant that such a big demon can live for such a long time with so many crimes.

The storyteller continued: "Later, a female head of the Daozong surnamed Shen wanted to dedicate herself to this demon king and take the opportunity to eradicate him. However, this demon king has such high standards that he can't even look down on the most beautiful woman, so how could he like him? What about the old-fashioned master’s wife——

But guess what? "

Everyone asked: "How is it?"

The storyteller was shocked and said: "If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next speech."

The audience exclaimed: "The first thing you need to learn when writing a book is how to make it work!"

Lou Yueyang also became interested. When she saw the storyteller carrying things and leaving the teahouse, she turned back and looked at Zhong Liyang: "Are we going out this time?"

Zhong Liyang replied considerately: "When you get married, I will take you out to play every day."

Lou Yueyang: "That's not necessary."

After thinking about it, she was still quite curious about the female leader with the surname Shen mentioned by the storyteller: "Zhong Liyang, if this is true, have you ever liked a female Taoist priest with the same surname as me?"

Zhong Liyang refilled her cup with a cup of tea. The tea was fragrant. He took a slight sniff and replied calmly: "Storytellers love to add fuel to the fire. If you still believe this, why don't you learn Taoism from the storyteller? He talks so much." , aren’t you more powerful?”

What a joke, he obviously took her away to the Floating Snow Palace by force, but as word spread, she ended up following him voluntarily.

There is no such thing as a good thing.

Lou Yueyang didn't believe what he said, holding the tea cup and muttering to himself: "Maybe you like my ancestor, and then you and I can't be together, otherwise it will be incest."

Zhong Liyang glanced at her sideways: "Oh, the female head's children will bear her surname for generations to come."

Lou Yueyang thought the same thing.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world.

But she still wants to know the rest of the story, and doesn’t know when it will come out next time.

"How about you go and ask him to come back and let him talk more?"

Under her long eyelashes, her big eyes flickering were full of hope. Zhong Liyang turned away and did not look at her.

He wished he could kill that chatterbox with one blow and dared to trick him.

He also arranged the family secrets for a thousand years, and now he is invited to come back and let him listen to him and continue to arrange him.

is it possible? How ridiculous.

"Okay, just stay here and be nice, otherwise I won't be able to see you." Zhong Liyang warned, opened the curtain and walked out of the private room.

Lin Xing was called back by him and stood at the door, listening to his instructions. He actually asked him to put aside such important matters as the world of heaven and come back.

"Go and become your original self and peck out the tongue of that person over there." Zhong Liyang pointed at the storyteller with a gloomy expression.

Lin Xing was stunned, his mouth moved a few times but he couldn't speak.

He is a peacock, not a woodpecker.

What a big deal, you actually asked him to come back. Your Excellency looks more and more like he did a thousand years ago.

Lin Xing paused for a few breaths, then obediently went in the direction of the storyteller.

Zhong Liyang returned to the room and saw Lou Yueyang sitting on a chair looking at the window in a daze, not running around, and his mood instantly improved.

When Lou Yueyang saw him coming back alone, he asked with some disappointment: "Didn't you catch up?"

Zhong Liyang pulled up a chair and sat down next to her: "Let Lin Xing chase after her."

Lou Yueyang raised an eyebrow: "Lin Xing? I haven't seen him for a long time. I thought he was sent to do bad things by you and was killed."

Zhong Liyang almost spit out his tea.

Just when he was about to go back and choke on something, Lin Xing hurriedly barged in.

This was the first time Zhong Liyang saw Lin Xing in such a hurry, so he asked, "Why are you so panicked?"

Lin Xing looked at Lou Yueyang and hesitated for a moment, as if he was considering whether he should say anything. Finally, under Zhong Liyang's impatient eyes, he came closer to him and whispered in his ear: "The storyteller was saved by Wuchen." Yes, he is waiting downstairs now."

Zhong Liyang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, opened the curtains of the inner window and looked down, and saw Wuchen sitting in the corner of the lobby downstairs drinking tea.

Wearing a white cassock, the man looked extraordinarily handsome. His tall figure seemed a bit lonely for no reason in the noisy environment.

Next to him was a Zen staff, with Buddhist beads in one hand and a teacup in the other, gently blowing away the tea leaves floating on it.

As if he felt someone was watching him, he raised his eyebrows and looked over. Under his high eyebrows, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes were as deep as an abyss.

Lou Yueyang also came over and was stunned when he saw Wuchen: "Zhong Liyang, I seem to have seen this person somewhere."

Zhong Liyang remembered the word "guardian" and asked, "Have you known each other before?"

Lou Yueyang shook his head: "I haven't seen him before and I don't know him, but he looks so familiar, as if I've seen him in a dream. Look, he looks so good-looking."