The Devil and the Flower

Blood-eyed Jiang Huan is the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven, and his consciousness can be everywhere.

The original golden chain and Emperor Jiang's seal had cracks, and only the incarnation of Heavenly Dao had a chance to make trouble.

Now that the Demon King came back and Emperor Jiang woke up, under double suppression, he couldn't make a fuss even if he wanted to, so he seized the opportunity to play tricks.

He was trying to drive a wedge between Jiang Huan and Feng Yueci.

Otherwise, the emperor will be of the same mind, no one can stop it, and the way of heaven will have to retreat.

To put it bluntly, it's all Jiang Di's fault. It's not good to love anyone, but he fell in love with the Demon King. What's even more outrageous is that the Demon King was actually chased by him.

It can be called an anecdote.

Hearing the words of Jiang Huan with bloody eyes, Jiang Huan smashed them apart without hesitation, and kicked them back to the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness without changing his expression.

He lay on the bed indifferently, took Feng Yueci's hand and kissed him, and said: "Ayue wants to deal with me? Then I am looking forward to it, I wish Ayue you would stab me right now, or... "

Jiang Huan twitched the corner of his mouth, licked Feng Yueci's white fingertips, and nibbled lightly on his wrist.

Feng Yue resigned.

Jiang Huan held on tightly, with a certain color in his smile that made people blush and heartbeat, and said pointedly: "Or this kind of dealing."

Feng Yueci was as calm as usual, but he was fair-skinned and was easily stained with blush, his ears were slightly red, and he seemed shy.

Jiang Huan couldn't take his eyes off and looked straight.

Feng Yue resigned, "No."

Jiang Huan was quite regretful, and with a forceful hand, he also pulled him onto the bed, hugged him and rubbed against him, and said, "My sweetheart, you are so tormenting me!"

Feng Yueci patted his forehead, coughed twice, and said, "Don't make trouble."

Jiang Huan stroked his back, frowned and said, "Ah Yue, how about double cultivation? I'll block him, I'm really worried about you like this."

Feng Yue resigned: "It's okay, I'll be fine."

Jiang Huan said: "But you will be hurt."

The two lay hugging each other, Feng Yueci saw the undisguised worry and distress in his eyes, so he tilted his head slightly, and kissed the corner of his lips lightly.

This kiss is like a marshmallow made of frost, soft and cool, with hints of sweetness.

Feng Yueci said softly, "It doesn't hurt."

Jiang Huan's heartbeat stagnated slightly, and then it began to beat rapidly and enthusiastically.

Feng Yueci was indifferent by nature, and was rarely willing to take the initiative to get close to others, but as long as he stirred his heartstrings a little, Jiang Huan couldn't stand it at all.

Jiang Huan immediately hugged him, and eagerly chased him and kissed him, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Feng Yue resigned, "Wang Ting,"

"You don't hurt, I hurt. I have suffered many injuries before, and I didn't feel much, but now I feel uncomfortable seeing you touch a hair." Jiang Huan gestured with his palms together, and said: "Ah Yue, I I really want to make you small, just this big, and keep it in my heart, and no one will let anyone see or touch you."

Feng Yue resigned, "Nonsense."

Jiang Huan himself knew nonsense, so he laughed as he spoke, and said, "Heavenly conscience, I want to do this, but Yue Yue definitely won't let me."

Feng Yue said calmly: "This is not good."

Born as a human being, he practiced well, and it is common to be injured and frustrated.

Feng Yueci is the Daoist Lord of Qing Hui and the Demon King, and he is so strong that he does not need anyone's protection.

Jiang Huan, on the other hand, regarded him as a fragile precious piece of porcelain, and if he didn't take good care of it, he would fall into an endless loop of self-blame and couldn't get out.

Actually it is not necessary.

Even the devil who created the entire realm of the devil, there are things that cannot be considered impossible, let alone Jiang Huan.

Impermanence is uncertain, nothing is unknown, nothing is born, nothing is gone, and everything is gone-the wonderland of the four non-existents has already shown the temperament of the demon king.

Whether it was thousands of years ago, or seven years ago, or not long ago, Feng Yueci never took it to heart, even if he really died, he would not have any regrets, and he would not blame anyone people.

The breeze is bright and the moon is clean, and thousands of miles are clean. This is his way.

Jiang Huan stared at him, stretched out his hand to caress his clear eyebrows, and said, "Your mind is innocent, your heart is pure, Ayue, do you know that? I love you so much."

Love is blinding.

How many people are addicted to it, forgetting how they made each other's heart beat in the first place.

But Feng Yue Ci has not changed from the beginning to the end.

His indifference, his calmness, and his path are the appearance that Jiang Huan first pursued him, and the appearance that Jiang Huan loved him the most.

Jiang Huan kissed him and said: "I want to take care of you, I want to protect you, I want to hold you in my arms and hold you in my heart. These are all my thoughts, and I can't help it. But Ah Yue is different, Ah Yue is very good like this Alright, don't worry about me."

Feng Yueci shook his head when he heard the words, and said, "I care about you."

Jiang Huan laughed softly and said, "I know that Ayue people are kind-hearted and love me so much, that's why I have nothing to fear!"

Feng Yueci didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and poked him between the eyebrows.

Through his clothes, Jiang Huan stroked the place where he was pierced by the long knife, and said seriously: "This is the last time."

Feng Yue resigned: "It doesn't have to be like this."

Jiang Huan smiled, and said: "Okay, okay, Ayue's body is important, even if you can't double cultivate, at least let me deliver spiritual power for you. Come on, big beauty, baby, close your eyes."

Feng Yueci nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and faced his palms.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and three days pass in a blink of an eye.

People from hundreds of families gathered at Jiang's house, locked themselves in the house tremblingly, and none of them ran away.

When the emperor returned, the four demons appeared together, and the four kings were arrested.

They still haven't recovered from the shock.

However, Wu Yi'an and the others gathered together to watch over Luo Bingying and Killer.

In the courtyard, Lord Slaughter stared at the four demon generals sitting around with a dark face, and said angrily, "Do you see the prisoner?"

No one ignored him.

Luo Bingying sat across from Killer, her face was expressionless, and she was still thinking about pouring a cup of tea.

The Jiang family siblings, Wu Shuangya and Lin Dongling sat on the other side, looking at each other and talking in low voices.

Jiang Zhimeng cleared his throat, broke the silence, and said, "I, I, that, I still can't believe that Daojun is His Majesty the Demon King! How about you?"

The headmaster sighed and said, "My old man can't believe it either! Qing Hui was picked up and raised by me!"

Wu Shuangya said: "Oh, you always go back and burn incense sticks."

headmaster:"……"

Lin Dongling's immature face was full of smiles, and said: "Very good, Brother Daojun is His Majesty the Demon King, there is nothing better than this."

Wu Shuangya said: "Yes, Jiang Di is with the Demon King, isn't it better?"

The word "good" is especially accentuated.

Lin Dongling: "..."

Li Mianxi thought for a while, but said: "Senior sister can graduate!"

Wu Shuangya spit out a sip of water when he thought of the senior sister he mentioned earlier who wrote about Jiang Emperor and the Demon King, and was finally speechless.

The principal said sadly: "My old man is actually not as good as a student!"

Ji Shiyan said coolly: "Why can't you compare? Principal, Your Excellency Yuanjun, is the vest comfortable to wear? Do you believe that everyone can bombard your old office building?"

headmaster:"……"

Jiang Zhimeng held his chin, and said with a strange expression: "Again, has anyone notified the Ye family that His Majesty the Demon King has returned? Their family is the descendant of the Demon King!"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Tsk tsk," Jiang Zhimeng said with emotion, "Brother, I thought it was bad enough that our family didn't recognize His Majesty, but I didn't expect the Ye family to be even better."

Jiang Zhiyi thinks so.

Jiang Huan just came to the place of origin not long ago, but Daojun has known everyone for many years.

Especially Ye Yunqi, who swayed in front of Daoist Lord from time to time, but couldn't recognize him.

If he knows the truth, he probably has the heart to stab himself to death.

Jiang Zhimeng tugged at Jiang Zhiyi's sleeve, and said, "Brother, send a message to Mr. Ye to win the round! This time he will definitely lose his face!"

Jiang Zhiyi said seriously: "Little sister, I have never lost to him."

Jiang Zhimeng said: "It's just right! Brother, you can win now!"

Wu Shuangya said: "What's so embarrassing, I don't want to see how your majesty looks in front of Daojun, I bet, your family is definitely not as good as the Ye family!"

"Di Wang Di Wang, our Majesty is still ahead!"

"Nonsense, that's recorded in the history books, it reads smoothly!"

"Our Majesty is a favorite daughter-in-law!"

"Pull it down, maybe who will overwhelm whom!"

The two children became more and more quarrelsome, daring to say anything nasty.

Everyone: "..."

Wu Yi'an was originally staring at Luo Bingying, but when he heard the words, he turned around and said, "Tell me again?"

Jiang Zhiyi took the pastry and blocked her sister's mouth.

Wu Shuangya snorted softly, and silently took a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wu Yi'an turned back, looked at Luo Bingying and said, "Have you had enough?"

Luo Bingying was wrapped in black, and she was glamorous and glamorous. If it were someone else, she would definitely be unbearable to her, but what she saw in front of her were the Four Demon Generals.

Ji Shiyan patted the table and said, "Void Spirit Shuttle and Jiang Tianxue Duan, take them out."

Luo Bingying said indifferently: "Why should I take it out?"

Lin Yanlan frowned and said, "That's His Majesty's token."

Luo Bingying raised the corners of her lips and smiled ironically: "Okay, then ask him to come and pick it up in person, you are not qualified yet."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's face sank.

Lu Jun winked at her.

Luo Bingying ignored her.

Wu Yi'an also poured a cup of tea, and said calmly: "If I had known this, I shouldn't have agreed to Zong Chen's dying request and spared your life."

Luo Bingying finally changed her expression, stood up abruptly, stared at him firmly and said, "What did you say?"

Wu Yi'an said: "I said, Zong Chen was killed by me."

Luo Bingying clenched her fists little by little, and the table was shattered by the violent spiritual power, startling the Lord Killer who was sitting opposite her.

Wu Yi'an said calmly: "He has brought the blame on himself, and he has no one to blame."

Luo Bingying's eyes were red, but she calmed down again in an instant, and said: "I can't blame anyone, he is too stupid."

Wu Yi'an is not interested in the love and hatred between them.

Luo Bingying said quietly: "Although I'm stupid, but only I can kill him, so... you go to die."

The pitch-black Jiangtian snow satin has enveloped the courtyard at some point, wrapping down layer by layer.

"The token that His Majesty bestowed on Jiang Xuecheng, the Jiangtian Snow Satin, was originally pure and flawless." Wu Yi'an stood up slowly, looked at the silk and satin flying in the air, and said, "I was thinking, what kind of power can dye it black? Who is it? How do you act recklessly?"

The Jiang family brothers and sisters slashed down, and the principal and the other three demon generals also attacked at the same time, but all the combined forces could not shake the fluttering Jiang Tianxue satin.

The black silk circled around and slapped everyone hard.

Jiang Zhimeng said "ah", holding his head and said, "Master Wu, Brother Tianmo, don't pretend to be deep! If you have something to say, talk about it later, okay? You stop her first!"

Wu Yi'an looked away as if he hadn't heard of it, and confronted Luo Bingying: "And you, are you the real Jiang Xue City Lord, Luo Bingying!"

Luo Bingying spread her hands, stared at the void spirit shuttle in her palm, her eyes were indifferent and empty, and said softly: "Of course I am."