The enemy is now: My husband is a dragon demon

It was the kind of care that was engraved deep in her heart. No matter how indifferent he was to worldly affairs, she could sense his care for Lou Yueyang from his words and deeds.

Although monks abide by the rules and precepts, they can also return to secular life and marry wives.

But Wuchen's concern didn't seem like a relationship between a man and a woman.

Just like the decoration in the house at this moment, it is clearly thoughtful but without any special style.

While she was thinking wildly in her mind, she wiped Lou Yueyang with a warm towel to cool him down.

While she was busy with everything, Wuchen walked in and said to her: "I will remove the seal from her soul later. After releasing it, her soul power will be strengthened so that she can survive this level. After that, she will remember everything." What happened in the past life may be a little painful, please help me hold her down."

Wulan nodded, looking forward to Lou Yueyang's complete recovery of his memory.

That is the strongest descendant of Vulcan!

With a wave of Wuchen's big hand, the golden Sanskrit words flickered and rotated above Lou Yueyang's body, and disappeared into her body in a short while.

Lou Yueyang had taken medicine, her fever had subsided, and she was falling asleep. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her head. She covered her head with her hands and curled up and rolled on the bed.

Wuchen was still casting the spell, but he couldn't take action when Lou Yueyang moved. Seeing this, Wulan quickly stepped forward and pressed down Lou Yueyang's body, which was shrinking into a ball in pain.

I don't know how long it took, but sweat kept sliding down Wu Lan's face, and drops fell on Lou Yueyang's hands.

Despite this, he could barely suppress Lou Yueyang, who was rolling around due to the severe pain.

Hua Yi stood aside and looked at the suffering Lou Yueyang with distress.

After a long time, Lou Yueyang woke up and the fever had completely subsided.

She had lost a lot of blood due to internal injuries, and her face was very pale at this time, but her lips were bitten by herself due to the pain just now, and they were bright red with a hint of coquettishness.

She sat up and looked at Wuchen and Huayi, her clear eyes were extremely gloomy, with a sense of sadness that a thousand sails had passed.

A trace of heartache secretly flashed through Wuchen's heart.

She was only twenty-five years old when she died. Her life was as short as a mayfly, but her state of mind was like that of a weathered old man.

He didn't speak, quietly waiting for her first words.

She had died in depression, and presumably she didn't want them to rescue her.

"I'm a little hungry. What do you have to eat?" Lou Yueyang asked gently.

Hua Yi opened his eyes wide and was speechless. He had imagined countless reunions and wondered whether he would be speechless when faced with her questioning many times.

But he never thought that this would be the first thing she said when she regained her memory.

It seemed that Wuchen was right. She was really different now than before.

Only Wulan tucked her in, and was extremely happy to see her asking for food: "Xia Xia, wait a moment, I'll go find some food!"

Lou Yueyang nodded and watched her go out.

She ignored Wu Chen and Hua Yi who were standing aside, glanced around the room with swollen eyes, and asked with some concern: "Wuchen, can you stop him in this ruined temple?"

Wuchen hesitated and replied: "Of course, although he can come and go freely in Luohen Realm, my ancient temple, like his Floating Snow Palace, is the transformation of ancient divine beasts, and it may not appear in any part of the snowfield. Even if he comes, he won’t be able to find my ancient temple.”

Lou Yueyang frowned: "Then we will hide here for the rest of our lives?"

Hearing this, Hua Yi said somewhat depressedly: "If it weren't for someone's soft heart, we wouldn't be hiding like moles!"

Lou Yueyang knew that he was alluding to her. She lowered her eyelashes and her expression suddenly became silent. She turned to look out the window silently, with a hint of desolation in her empty eyes.

Wuchen glanced sideways at Hua Yi, recited a Buddha's name, and signaled Hua Yi to go out with him.

"Ulan will bring food later. After you finish it, take a good rest. I will come back later to heal your injuries."

Lou Yueyang didn't look at them, still looking out the window, and just hummed softly in response.

She stayed here temporarily.

Luohen Realm is a snowfield located on the edge of the God Realm. The middle area here is extremely wide and extremely cold. There are many towering mountains on the edge, but it is much warmer.

Even so, the land here is still cold and barren. For thousands of years, almost no living creatures have survived here, only the tenacious weeds love it here.

However, in the past two months, the human world has been flooded, and many people have migrated here to survive.

Wuchen set up many porridge shacks at the foot of the mountain.

Since he was targeted by Yan Sheng last time, he has chosen a few people to take care of things from the refugees and usually does not go to the porridge shed himself.

It stopped snowing today, and the long-lost sun also squeezed out from the thick clouds.

It has been nearly ten years since Lou Yueyang came here. Although the slap on his body by Zhong Liyang is still not smooth, he still has no problem with simple activities such as walking.

Wuchen was afraid that she would feel depressed after staying at Wufo Temple all day, so he specially invited her to go to the porridge shed to help the refugees.

When she told Lou Yueyang, she was feeding pigeons in the open space in the corner of the temple.

Wu Lan found a lot of fashionable clothes for her age from outside, but Lou Yueyang only chose a few extremely simple and elegant clothes.

Today she was wearing a light blue skirt with fur edges, with small elegant flowers embroidered with silver thread, and a sky blue Ruyi Xiangyun cloak on the outside.

She used to only love purple, and her dressing style was generous and dignified. It can be said that it has nothing to do with being so delicate and fresh.

Wuchen really couldn't figure out why she chose such clothes, so he immediately asked: "You seemed to like purple clothes before, what happened now?"

Lou Yueyang didn't answer but asked instead: "Won't Hua Yi go with us?"

Wuchen was speechless: "He left the day after you came here."

Otherwise, with his style, it would be weird not to stay by your side every day.

Lou Yueyang said casually.

She looked at the pigeons flying around and pondered for a long time. Fang answered Wuchen's last question in a low voice: "You should know my sister."

Wuchen was stunned for a moment, not knowing where to start: "Shen Yulan, before you became famous, she was the strongest descendant of Vulcan according to word of mouth."

Lou Yueyang nodded: "Yes. Although she was not as talented as me, she was always in good health and worked harder than me. But she died in my hands in order to save me and keep me alive.

Her favorite color during her lifetime was purple. "

Wuchen suddenly realized: "Are you trying to help her wear all the colors she loves in the world?"

Lou Yueyang was startled for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "You can say that, but I am not her after all. No matter how many beautiful scenery I see, it has nothing to do with her."

Wuchen felt suffocated and didn't know how to comfort her.

But she smiled slightly towards the warm afternoon sun: "In the past, I always wanted to carry her shadow with me to do the things she liked but never completed.

But now that I think about it, she saved me because she wanted me to live a good life on my own, instead of letting me live a life filled with regrets and guilt for her. "