The enemy is now: My husband is a dragon demon

That was to make him retreat in the face of difficulties. Even if he couldn't, she also wanted him to be wary and stop taking advantage of her like before.

How could a person like him worry so much.

His relationship with Lou Yueyang is very intriguing.

As we all know, Lou Yueyang is Shen Yulou.

Lou Yueyang is from the weaker line of the descendants of the God of Fire, while Shen Yulou is from the strongest line of the descendants of the God of Fire.

He remembered that Vulcan's last mount was a fire phoenix that symbolized violence and violence.

Reminiscent of those red feathers when he first met Wuchen.

Zhong Liyang understood it instantly when he thought of this that day.

In other words, Wuchen is the subordinate of Lou Yueyang and Shen Yulou's ancestors.

Since he didn't have that kind of feelings for Lou Yueyang, and he cared for her so much, he probably had to do with her charming ancestor.

Zhong Liyang's murderous intention towards Wuchen became slightly less intense.

But he still can't take it lightly. Wuchen is a man, and men sometimes have feelings for the opposite sex at will.

He still had to bring her back as soon as possible to avoid causing trouble outside.

In the past two days, Lou Yueyang's health improved slightly, and Wuchen began to prepare to teach her something.

"These are the things you brought with you the day you came. See if there is anything you can use. Later, you and I will use our own methods, regardless of the method. If we get the lamp under the eaves, we will win."

Lou Yueyang looked through the things she brought from the Floating Snow Palace that day. The flower-piercing mirror that could move instantaneously was broken at some point. There was no response even when she chanted the spell, so she threw it aside.

Found another demon-seeking bell.

Given the current situation around her, it might be more appropriate to give her a missing person bell.

Another Yugui with a faint white light was found.

She tilted her head and thought about the origin of this thing. After tapping it twice, she suddenly remembered that this was the Yugui that Jizi had given her that day when she was planning to seduce her.

Remember that the spell is to tap three times, and Ji Zixuan will appear.

She threw it aside hastily like a hot potato.

Why did she bring this thing out? It's really unlucky.

Looking through it again, I found these three things in the bag: "Nothing available."

"That's okay, I don't use any magic weapons."

After the two finalized the decision, each decided on their own merits.

The result was no surprise, Wuchen won the lamp with a crushing force.

Although Lou Yueyang lost, he benefited a lot and had a faint smile on his lips.

Wulan hurriedly ran out of the temple: "Sir, Heroine, I estimate that there will be big changes in the past two days, and Zhong Liyang may be coming again!"

Lou Yueyang frowned: "What's the situation? Tell me in detail."

Ulan said everything she had calculated: "You may have to leave the snowfield, but I can't figure out where exactly you are going. I only know that there is water there, water as black as ink."

Lou Yueyang and Wuchen looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.

The three of them returned to the temple, and the atmosphere was a little gloomy.

Seeing that both Wuchen and Wulan were worried, Lou Yueyang opened his mouth and expressed relief.

"Nothing is absolute. No matter how good Ulan's divination is, there is always a glimmer of hope in everything. Take a step back and say, even if you leave here, maybe there are other opportunities?"

Wuchen's face improved a little.

Wu Lan still felt unhappy.

She likes Lou Yueyang very much, and even secretly hopes that she can be with Mr. Wuchen, hand in hand for the rest of her life in this world of ice and snow.

However, the big devil Zhong Liyang would not let her go.

Ulan couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Zhong Liyang's bone-cold eyes.

Time passed little by little.

The beauty of Yechi at dusk is always amazing.

Zhong Liyang looked at it for a while, then got up and returned to the house. There was a picture on the desk.

There are countless small grids on the picture.

On it is a picture of a man and a woman enjoying themselves in a very simple way.

There are as many as forty-nine grids densely packed.

He had worked hard on his painting skills for the past two days, and he could finally tell who the person in the painting was.

Tao Tzu knocks on the door.

Zhong Liyang hurriedly put away the painting: "Come in."

Yaozhuo saw him in a panic: "Mingxu, what are you hiding?"

Zhong Liyang pretended to be calm: "It's just some paintings, you want to see them?"

Yaozhuo waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I came here to say that Ji Zixuan has sent weapons here. They are all powerful objects. Why don't you go and take a look?"

Zhong Liyang walked to the window and sat down: "What's there to see? If you ask me, just the two of us can go. When Wuchen and I fought, you killed his men and brought Lou Yueyang back." ”

Yaozhu sighed: "My brother is old, but he is not from your Tianlong clan and is immortal.

If that little bald guy has any help and can't bring your woman back, I will be ridiculed by you again. I can't afford to lose this old face! "

Zhong Liyang sneered: "Oh, when I was born, you people had just learned to use some complicated tools, so don't pretend to be old in front of me.

Even if you really die of old age, as long as you have a trace of your soul left, you will still have to live and work for me! "

Yao Zhu almost vomited blood: "You are really..."

Zhong Liyang interrupted him: "Stop talking nonsense, take your people and go to the snowy field quickly. I will be there soon."

Yongzhu went out with a look of helplessness. Hundreds of spirits of various shapes were waiting for him to dispatch downstairs in Fushi.

Yaozhu walked over, his expression instantly cold and captivating: "Kunlun warriors, listen to the order! Follow me to flatten the snowy fields and capture Wuchen alive!"

The spirits looked up to the sky and roared: "Tread on the snowy plains and capture Wuchen alive!"

The morale here was high, but over there Zhong Liyang looked impatient, opened the window and shouted at Yaozhu: "It's really noisy, go over there and howl."

The corner of Yongzhu's mouth twitched a few times, and he simply led the spirits and ran towards the snowy field.

Zhong Liyang admired his paintings again and felt that his painting skills had reached perfection.

He found Lou Yueyang's hair that he had cut off earlier from the drawer, rolled it into a scroll, and locked it in the drawer together with the painting.

The night in the snowfield is always quiet.

There was a dark night sky above my head, and there was thick snow that crunched under my feet. Big snowflakes fell on my palms and melted in an instant, leaving only a trace of moisture to moisturize my hands that were wrinkled by the wind.

Lou Yueyang opened the window, and the crisp smell of snow lingered in her nose.

She took a deep breath, and the coldness almost made her cough: "Wuchen, when do you think they will come?"

Wuchen sat on the bench wiping his oil-paper umbrella and said without raising his head: "You can come anytime, but this time I have to leave a few people behind."

The patterns on the paper umbrella are mottled, and the umbrella handle coated with tung oil reflects Wuchen's murderous eyes.

Lou Yueyang has always looked calm and calm since she met him. It was the first time she saw him showing off his sharp edge, and she couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"This is the Luohen Realm of the Divine Lord, and it is my Buddha-free Temple. We cannot tolerate others' presumptuous behavior over and over again!"

Lou Yueyang nodded lightly, a trace of heartache flashed across his eyebrows: "Don't take me into consideration, but all my sacrifices have been let down."

At this point, Wuchen sighed: "Maybe he doesn't know how he was resurrected. Do you want to tell him? Let's see how he reacts. Maybe he can change his ways."