The daily life of the devil's beloved husband

There is a maple forest on the outskirts of Zhenhai City. It is late autumn and the leaves are as red as blood. A group of 16 people walked through the red maples all over the ground. All of them were burly and full of evil faces, as if they were going to kill people to seek revenge.

But the fact is just the opposite. They were here to pick up their relatives. The four strong men in the middle were carrying a red sedan chair with a gold top and pearl crown, enamel tassels, and a silk cloth embroidered with pictures of birds and phoenixes on the sedan body. It's like being able to fly out of the red sedan chair at any time.

They were half a mile away in one step. One moment they were still on the edge of the maple forest, and the next moment, they had passed through the maple forest and arrived at the gate of Zhenhai City. I have been waiting for a long time.

After a few pleasantries, the old butler led them the way, and they came by riding the waves, and they came to a small island in the north of Zhenhai City.

"Uncle, people are coming."

In front of the main house in Xiaoyu, the steward of the Chen family bowed slightly and said this respectfully.

No matter how poor the people inside are, there are still demon cultivators from all over the world vying for them. No, their ancestors didn't spend much thought at all, and the Lipuppet Demon Palace came to pick them up.

Sixteen strong men stood with the half-white bearded butler for a while, and a black-faced man who was the leader said, "No one is inside."

There are no formations around the bamboo house, the old butler is too cautious, if he doesn't check with his spiritual sense, even the perception that the martial artist would have become dull due to nervousness, the master he wants to tell is not there at all in the house.

The steward of the Chen family was taken aback when he heard the words, and felt even more "thumping" in his heart. The people who received the bride had all come, and if there was any difference, wouldn't the Chen family of Zhenhai also offend the magic way?

"There is a formation around the small bamboo island, and my uncle is unable to break it now, so he must still be on the small island..."

Before he finished speaking, the sixteen strong men had found their way and started looking for them.

Chen Yixin did not escape the small island, as the old housekeeper said, his life is in danger now, he may have ten years to live, even if he escapes from this small bamboo island, there is no place for him in the world.

He was able to return to Zhenhai with his life because some people wanted to continue to watch him live for a few more years. They just watched and he lived.

When the sixteen strong man and the old housekeeper found Chen Yixin, he was about to erect a stone tablet on a newly dug grave.

Hearing the footsteps of the person coming, Chen Yixin turned around slowly. The crescent moon dress, trimmed with silver thread, wide sleeves drooping, and graceful, this small island lacking spiritual energy became different because of his turning around.

Chen Yixin flicked his sleeves lightly, brushing off the dust that he had accidentally picked up. He looked at the visitor with a slight smile on his face. He raised his hands and said, "You guys came just in time, help me erect the monument."

He has been busy for most of the day, and he is really tired. He is worried that no one will help him.

The sixteen strong men and the old housekeeper who had met Chen Yixin several times stood there in a daze, and all their words were forgotten by the breeze.

There are beauties, and you will never forget them.I don't see you for a day, and I think like crazy.

But Chen Yixin's beauty is ten times and a hundred times more beautiful than this description.Skin as white as snow, especially better than the best spirit jade in the world of cultivating immortals, a pair of water-cut autumn eyes, born with the aura of heaven and earth, forgetting the world when seeing it, full red lips gently pursed, even the best Zhu Dan can't embellish it. out such a color.

It is also a rare and elegant thing for such a beauty to be brought back to the magic palace and do nothing but just watch the scenery.

It's no wonder that the demon king who has been cold-hearted and deserted for thousands of years has also moved to rob people... No, it's the intention of getting married, which is really rare in the heaven and earth.

The sixteen strong men didn't dare to look at it when they regained their senses. They erected the stele according to Chen Yixin's instructions, and continued to carve Chen Yixin.

The old housekeeper stood still for a long while before remembering what he wanted to say before. He bowed and approached, and stopped three steps in front of Chen Yixin, "Uncle, they are the people from the Demon Palace."

When the old housekeeper approached to speak, Chen Yixin had already sat down on the big rock next to the new grave, and he nodded slightly, which was regarded as an answer.

Chen Yixin continued to carefully look at the new grave he dug for himself, and commented with great interest, "Very good."

He was born in Zhenhai, and he wanted to die in Zhenhai, but now he has to travel to the south before he dies. If he can leave a grave, even the Clothes Tomb is not bad.

He looked at the old housekeeper, and said seriously, "Let people watch, I will come back and take a look when I have time in the future."

Maybe someone sent his ashes back, or maybe he came back to pull weeds from his own tomb when he was free. Thinking of this, Chen Yixin smiled slightly.

He was born well, this smile, those beautiful facial features created a suffocating effect, the surrounding was quiet, the 16 people and even the old housekeeper became cautious.

Chen Yixin consciously took care of his affairs behind him, and he had no obsession with Zhenhai City and Xiaozhuyu. He looked at Moxiu, who was obviously in charge among the 16 people, with a friendly expression and an elegant voice, the most talkative appearance .

"I'm not in good health now, and I can't drive. Is there a magic weapon?"

His own body knows that he can't be hungry or tired now, he only has ten years to live, and there is no need to wrong himself.

"The sedan chair is ready," the black-faced strong man headed by raised his hand, and the four of them left. They carried the red sedan chair outside the small bamboo house to the new grave. After that, there was no Zhenhai Chen Yixin, only Li Puppet Chen Yi of the palace is heartbroken.

"That's good," Chen Yixin nodded, he waved his hand so that the old housekeeper didn't have to come to help him, he continued to slow down for a while, then got up and walked towards the red sedan chair.

The strong man brushed aside the fringed red curtain, and Chen Yixin took a look inside. The soft mat and brocade quilt did not hinder him from resting on the road. The supplies on the small island were scarce, so there was nothing to buy. He didn't look back, and walked slowly into the red Car, put down the curtain.

Moxiu, the leader, nodded to the old butler, and the 16 people backed away.

The old steward followed them a few steps, but they were nowhere to be found. The formation on Xiaozhuyu was nothing to the people in the magic palace, so he didn't need to lead the way.

He looked at Zhenhai City, which was shrouded in sea fog, and at the tombstone standing tall behind him, and sighed softly, but he didn't know what he was sighing about.

The descendants of the Chen family and even most of the people in the world probably thought that Chen Yixin would be so resentful, irritable, painful and sad after this encounter, but after a little contact with Chen Yixin, he knew that it was completely wrong.

He didn't know what Chen Yixin's temperament was like before, but there was no worry, anger and violence in this person. Chen Yixin lived on Xiaozhuyu for more than three months, raising flowers and basking in the sun. Just nod.

Everything was calm and calm to him, and if he missed a move, he would admit it when he lost.

I guess I got excited today, and even made a clothes tomb for myself, and the inscription on the stone tablet is even more ridiculous.

The tomb of Chen Yixin, the beauty of Qing Taixuan.

As always, Chen Yixin accepted her title of Taixuan's number one beauty well.However, this "overturn" is not just about his beauty overthrowing Taixuan. So far, there has never been a "calm cloud and light wind" in the storms he has stirred up.

From Zhenhai City in the north of the Taixuan Continent to Chihuo State in the south, it took more than a month for the 16 people and Chen Yixin to arrive. It only took them ten days to come, but it took nearly three times as long to return.

On the one hand, the long journey is long, and on the other hand, the half-lying man in the sedan chair is really a torturer. At this moment, the sixteen strong man has engraved one word with his body and mind, and that is heart tired.

Contrary to them, Chen Yixin doesn't look like a dying person at all. He has a newly obtained map of the southern territory in his hand, and he is thinking about what to eat at night with great interest. He has turned this road into a journey from north to south Eat, drink, sleep and travel.

"Ada, tell me, is the fire fruit delicious to eat raw, or boiled into fire fruit porridge?"

Fire fruit is a kind of fruit that can be seen everywhere in the southern border. Unless it is hundreds or thousands of years old and contains spiritual energy, no monks will want to eat it, but Chen Yixin is entangled in it. He wants to try both ways of eating , but his spleen and stomach have been getting worse recently, and if he eats a fist-sized fruit, he probably won't be able to drink a bowl of fruit porridge.

And he is greedy for his own good, this is the first attempt, naturally he wants to try the best.

"This...how about I try it first?"

Moxiu Nanke's face changed when he heard the words, and while replying, he gave other people winks, and then there were those who flew to pick the fire fruit, some quickly took things out of the storage bag, and some went to make a fire, Fully well-trained, tacit understanding is very good.

Chen Yixin was still very talkative, "Alright, then I'll sleep for a while, cough..."

As he spoke, he covered his mouth, coughed lightly, and didn't need to look too much, the veil must have been stained with blood, he smelled the smell of blood, frowned slightly, and stretched out his hands from the veil came in.

Chen Yixin put the blood-stained handkerchief in his palm, lay down and fell asleep peacefully, and let him know the result after they tried it.

To make them so obedient, Chen Yixin also had to have some unique skills that others couldn't have, that is, coughing up blood, which flowed out in a rush, to the point where even the demon cultivators trembled.

They couldn't let Chen Yixin cough to death on the road, so naturally he did what he said.

Nan Ke washed away the blood on the handkerchief with a small spell, and was thinking about how to put the handkerchief back for him without disturbing Chen Yixin, when a figure from far and near came to his side in an instant, holding Nan Ke The handkerchief in Ke's hand was taken away.

"Devil... Demon Lord!" Nan Ke's worried expression finally had a different look, which was joy and admiration. After he saw the person clearly, he knelt down on the ground with a "boom".

"Why don't you go back to the Demon Palace first?"

Wen Renli glanced at Nan Ke, and all the other people who stopped their movements and knelt down to worship. He had to ask, how could he not know that his magic guards also mastered the skill of cooking, setting up camp, lighting fires and cooking , so unskilled.

"Ah..." Nan Ke's expression paused, and it dawned on him that they had arrived at the border of Chihuo State in the south, and they were less than an hour away from the Demon Palace. He didn't dare to hide anything, so he lowered his head and replied truthfully, "Chen Young master... he is hungry."