The enemy is now: My husband is a dragon demon

She never thought that Zhong Liyang would rekindle his old love for her.

The dream ended abruptly, and Lou Yueyang seemed to have watched an excerpt from a play.

She is sinking in the play, and she is also in deep trouble outside the play.

She sat up and looked at the ruby ​​bracelets on the table, her chest feeling tight.

When she gathered her soul power to protect Zhong Liyang, she didn't expect to be reincarnated, but since she had this chance, she made up her mind.

In this life, I will never have anything to do with Zhong Liyang again.

The weather has warmed up slightly, and there is a stove in the house, which makes the heat rise, and the snow is melting on the eaves, dripping all night until dawn.

After getting up early, Lou Yueyang went out of the room and saw Wuchen sitting cross-legged on the futon under the statue of the god in the main hall.

"Is this statue an ancestor?"

Wuchen opened his eyes, and his dark eyes followed her gaze to the statue: "It's him."

Upon hearing this, Lou Yueyang knelt at the foot of the statue and kowtowed a few songs sincerely.

After standing up, she looked up at this tall and exquisitely crafted statue.

He was dressed in red, tall and slender, with handsome eyebrows and long hair. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was male or female.

Her eyes moved around and finally landed on the phoenix perched on his shoulder.

The fiery red phoenix, dragging its long tail, looked down at the people worshiping under the statue, with a pair of dark eyes shining with hatred.

The feathers on the top of the head are lifelike, as if they will fly away at the next glance.

If you burn away all the evil in the world, what should you be afraid of in your life?

Wuchen has been guarding this temple for nearly ten thousand years.

"What kind of person is our ancestor?"

To be able to make such an unruly character like Wuchen willing to surrender, Lou Yueyang really couldn't imagine what kind of character he was.

"The Divine Lord is very open-minded, loving the world but not overly merciful."

Lou Yueyang was a little surprised. She always thought that such an old immortal would be like the Buddha in the West, compassionate for all living beings, and even willing to sacrifice his life to feed the eagle.

But think about Wuchen, his mount, and you will understand.

Although Wuchen has believed in the Buddha and done good deeds over the years, he has always been practicing using violence to control violence and killing to stop killing.

"The Lord God will never be sad because he failed to save someone. On the contrary, as long as he thinks he has done something perfectly, he will feel free from guilt."

Lou Yueyang lowered his head to savor these words, and suddenly felt that if he could think of everything this way, maybe there wouldn't be so many unsatisfactory things in the world.

"Do your best now, and you won't complain about you in the future. Our ancestors are really wise." She drew inferences from one example and praised sincerely.

Wuchen smiled and shook his head and said: "Nine times out of ten things in this world will go unsatisfactory, so there is no need to force yourself to live in a cage of self-control."

Lou Yueyang lowered her eyes and thought thoughtfully about what he meant by this sentence. Could it be...

Is he giving her a hint so that she doesn't have to live in the eyes of the world?

What is he talking about?

Lou Yueyang raised her head and looked at him: "You mean, let me live according to my heart, even if I am with Zhong Liyang?"

Wuchen smiled and nodded.

Lou Yueyang refused lightly. She walked to the window and looked out at the pale sun: "In life, where is there no regrets? Only with regrets can we be happy."

Wuchen looked at her with a hint of distress in his eyes: "You are too tired from living."

Lou Yueyang lowered his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"It seems that Zhong Liyang is not going to give up on you. What are your plans? Why don't you tell him clearly before he comes again and tell everything..."

Lou Yueyang's hands clenched slightly: "He can't understand human speech."

After thinking for a while, she spoke again: "When I recover from my injury, you can teach me some of the methods of my ancestors. Even if I can't be on an equal footing with him, I still have to be able to protect myself."

Wuchen naturally agrees.

Yaoyao and Qingshan cooked the meal and came over to invite them to eat, so they went to the kitchen together.

Fushi Building.

Zhong Liyang was painting, and there was a table full of paints. The amount of paint was jaw-dropping.

After painting for a while, he lost interest.

Lin Xing and Xiao Yi stood aside, watching him paint solemnly, thinking that his painting skills had improved, but they didn't expect that his painting skills were still so bad that people couldn't bear to look at him.

But he was still very confident: "Xiaoyi, how is my painting?"

Xiaoyi was called out, and she bravely praised: "This picture of beauty you drew is really beautiful..."

Especially these two eyes, they are exactly like Lou Yueyang——

The most annoying dragon fish is somewhat similar.

Zhong Liyang thought her words were concise, so he asked Lin Xing: "What do you think?"

Lin Xing felt that if he stayed here, it would be better to find something for him to do and let him go out: "The lady you painted is a lady, right? She looks quite similar."

Shen Yulou would be angry when he saw this dazzling color combination and messy lines, and would call it too much.

Zhong Liyang felt that they would not say anything against their will, so he simply put the painting on the screen, intending to admire it for a while and then burn it.

"Is Yuzhu still in the palace?"

Lin Xing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him asking about business: "He's still there. Ji Zixuan is also there. They are discussing about forging another batch of weapons."

Zhong Liyang hummed: "Call them here."

Lin Xing went down to invite people, while Xiao Yi cleaned up the room and made tea. After a while, Ying Zhu and Ji Zi came over together.

After agreeing to attack the snowy plains of the two worlds in two days, Ji Zi chose to go back to his villa in a hurry to catch up on work.

Yongzhu sat down and drank tea across from Zhong Liyang.

While they were talking about something, he suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a painting hanging on the screen. He looked a little surprised: "Is this?"

Zhong Liyang said nothing, took off the painting, rolled it up, and put it aside.

Finally, I saw Yaozhu still looking at the painting in a daze: "What's wrong?"

Could it be that his painting was so ugly that it shocked him to look like this?

Yaozhu came back to his senses: "It's nothing, I'm just curious why you suddenly drew my wife, but if you look closely, it's not the case."

Zhong Liyang: "..."

Xiaoyi suppressed a smile on the side.

The painting was so ugly, and the two eyes were not the same size. If Xianpo knew that Yongzhu said it was her, it would be weird not to smash his head.

After sitting for a while, Yao Zhu said that he wanted to go to bed first: "It will be a tough battle against that little bald man. I have to catch up on my sleep."

Zhong Liyang snorted coldly: "If it weren't for Lou Yueyang, I would have killed that monk long ago."

Yaozhu shrugged, noncommittal.

Who told you to have rake ears like me?

After Yaozhu left, Zhong Liyang sat on the recliner, seriously thinking about the layout.

But no matter what, Wuchen cannot be killed.

He could only make Wuchen unable to resist, and then take Lou Yueyang away. If he killed him directly, Lou Yueyang would never forgive him for the rest of his life.

When he came back from the snowfield that day, he finally figured out Wuchen's identity and his feelings for Lou Yueyang.

He clearly had no feelings for Lou Yueyang, yet he still said some specious words to confuse the audience. There was only one possibility.