The enemy is now: My husband is a dragon demon

Lou Yueyang never fully trusts a person, let alone entrusting his life and fortune to others, but when he thinks that he has saved her, he always has an inexplicable trust in him.

Maybe he can really save himself.

It's just that Zhong Liyang has great magical powers, so it's easy to capture her and take her back.

But it's best to escape first. There is always a hiding place for her under the sky: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

She smiled at Wuchen.

Wuchen's face suddenly turned red, he chanted a Buddha's name, picked up his Zen staff, turned around and left.

Lou Yueyang turned back to face the lion dance, but his heart was too confused to watch.

"Bang - bang bang!" Fireworks exploded in mid-air.

Lou Yueyang looked up at the colorful fireworks, and suddenly felt a little disappointed in his eyes.

My sister likes to watch fireworks the most.

If she had died a long time ago, and now it is just her soul that has taken over someone else's body, then wouldn't her sister also be dead long ago...

Zhong Liyang didn't pay attention, and Lou Yueyang disappeared.

He looked around, but couldn't find any trace of her. His eyes darkened, then red light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his dark red eyes swept across the crowd coldly.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

The dustless little monk.

There was a sudden panic in his heart.

Back then, when Hua Yi turned against him and risked her life to compete with him for Shen Yulou, he had never experienced such panic.

This monk could give him this feeling.

It seemed that the monk couldn't stay. After returning from the trip to the fairy world, he had to go and marry him in person.

Lou Yueyang stood behind him and patted his arm: "Hey, what are you thinking about? Are you so obsessed?"

Zhong Liyang turned around and asked in a deep voice: "Wuchen went to find you?"

Lou Yueyang's face was reflected in the dark red pupils. She was startled and asked instead, "What's wrong with your eyes? Do you have pinkeye?"

After saying that, she quickly covered her eyes. When she was a child, a child she played with got pinkeye, so her sister wouldn't let her go see her, otherwise she would get pinkeye too.

Zhong Liyang blinked and the red color disappeared. He took her hand away. Lou Yueyang squinted her eyes and saw that her eyes were still black, so she breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death. I thought you were Got pink eye.”

Zhong Liyang was extremely speechless. He was the only red dragon in ancient times, and his eyes were naturally red amber like gems. She didn't expect that he would develop pink eye here.

He continued to ask: "Wuchen came to find you?"

Lou Yueyang panicked, but her face became calmer. She looked around: "No, have you seen him? Where is he? Let's go and ask him to play with us!"

Zhong Liyang looked at her for a while, and just when she couldn't continue acting, Zhong Liyang rolled his eyes at her, took her hand, and pulled her to a place with fewer people.

There is a huge maple tree in the corner, and someone is selling wishing lottery tickets next to it.

People here say that if you make a wish on a wishing lot and hang it on a maple tree, if it stays up all night, your wish will come true.

Lou Yueyang wanted to make a wish, but Zhong Liyang had to stop.

He didn't believe that a tree that was less than a thousand years old and didn't even have an open mind would have the ability to help so many people realize their wishes.

Lou Yueyang bought two wishing lotuses with ten cents.

You can let the person selling the autographs write it, or you can write it yourself. Zhong Liyang asked for pen and ink, and took Lou Yueyang beside him to write it himself.

When you write, you can only read it yourself. If others see it, it will not work.

Lou Yueyang wrote first. She squatted on the ground, put a finger-width bamboo stick on her lap, covered it with one hand, and wrote carefully with the other.

May I be free soon.

I also tied a meditation knot to distinguish it.

She originally wanted to write that Zhong Liyang should die early, but she was afraid that if he saw it, she would not be able to eat and walk around.

Zhong Liyang stood, put the bamboo stick in the palm of his left hand, and wrote casually with a pen in his right hand.

Lou Yueyang paid attention to the order of his strokes, and vaguely saw the word "lou", and then saw that he wrote the character "yang".

She didn't understand what it meant, thinking that it probably had nothing to do with her, so she didn't care what his wishes were. It was just some outrageous conspiracy.

After they signed the signatures respectively, Zhong Liyang put his arm around her shoulders and waved his hand. The wind whistled in his ears. Lou Yueyang closed her eyes and felt sad.

Back in the cage again.

Zhong Liyang sent her back to Qiutang Building. After playing for a day, Lou Yueyang was so tired that she fell asleep after washing herself and putting it on the pillow.

The wind blew loudly at night, and branches hit the window from time to time. In the middle of the night, the rain gradually started again.

Lou Yueyang fell asleep deeper and deeper amidst the sound of wind and rain.

In the dream, a voice roared: Don’t you hate him for committing countless sins and hate him for forcing you? Why should we save him? You are sorry for yourself and the Taoist sect!

She couldn't see the man's face clearly and replied weakly: "Then after I die, erase everything about me."

"Bah-ta-" The window was blown open by the wind, and rain poured in violently.

Lou Yueyang opened her eyes. The despair and regret from the dream were still filling her heart. She couldn't figure out how she could have such a dream.

Raindrops fell on her bed curtains, and she felt a little moisture in her mouth and nose. She stood up and prepared to close the window.

Xiaoyi was sleeping on the couch outside. She heard the noise and rushed to close the window. When the window was halfway closed, she said in surprise: "Sir, where are you going?"

Zhong Liyang was dressed in black clothes with a hat and his face half covered. He walked quickly in the night rain and turned a deaf ear to Xiao Yi's words.

Lou Yueyang walked to the window sill. The rain in the night was like a wireless bead curtain, connecting the sky and the earth. Zhong Liyang's back was desolate in the rain curtain.

"It's raining so hard and you have to go out. I don't know what's important."

Lou Yueyang didn't care. It was a joke. No matter how heavy the rain was, it could still give him gonorrhea.

She continued to sleep, but Xiaoyi couldn't sleep due to the sound of pitter-patter raindrops due to her poor hearing. She sat pitifully in front of Lou Yueyang's bed: "Girl, can I sleep with you? There seems to be no outside here. Quarrel."

Lou Yueyang had no choice but to move inside and let her sleep outside.

Zhong Liyang came to the wishing tree and saw that the branches had been beaten crookedly in the night rain, and the maple leaves fell all over the ground, including the bamboo sticks of the person who made the wish.

He stretched out his hand towards the void, and the rain in this area stopped suddenly, and only the sparse sound of frogs in the distant pond could be heard.

He found the wish sign he made today. It was entangled with several nearby signs. Although it was tightly entangled, it did not fall off and the ink was not soaked by the rain.

The corner of his lips curled up slightly, and he called the Dragon King of his area who was shivering in the sky: "How long will this rain last?"

The Dragon King knelt in a puddle of rainwater, letting the mud wet his luxurious robes, but did not dare to say anything more: "Sir, it will be down until three o'clock tomorrow."

He prayed wildly in his heart: You must never change the time or stop the rain, otherwise when he gets to Tianjun Haoyuan, he will inevitably end up on the dragon platform.