After saying some shocking words, Xue Yan looked at the prison painting very calmly and blushed, slowly wrenched her hand, and called out one after another: "Prison painting, prison painting." ”

He didn't dare to look at him, and his eyes closed when his hands were pulled open. Xue Yan didn't let her escape, leaned his face over, and gently blew into the eyes of the prison painting, and the eyelids of the prison painting opened as if they were out of control. Without warning, the handsome face was imprinted in her eyes, causing her heart to beat faster, as if it was about to pop out of her chest.

"What are you doing?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was trembling, and there was a hint of pink shame in the final note, which made people sound impressed.

Prison Painting closed his eyes again. She just wanted to get into the cracks in the ground now.

Xue Yan's eyes were hot at her coquettish voice. However, he is an immortal who has lived for thousands of years, and he still has this bit of self-control. He blew lightly on the eyes of the prison painting again, and the eyelids of the prison painting stood up disobediently.

She looked at Xue Yan in surprise, the blush on her face was still there, and the deer in her heart was still jubilant, but she still couldn't help but ask curiously, "What kind of trick is this?" ”

Xue Yan said seriously: "This trick specializes in treating small eyes. Some people have eyes that are too small to look like they don't open them, so we use this trick to blow them open. ”

"What? And this kind of trick? "Prison painting looks confused." But what's the use of blowing your eyes open? Can I get double eyelids? ”

"Heh......" Xue Yan laughed playfully. Prison Painting was stunned for a second, only to realize that Xue Yan was teasing her, and she was so angry that she was about to shake off his hands holding him. But how powerful were Xue Yan's hands? She couldn't shake it off at all, so she had to stare at him angrily.

"Tease you." Xue Yan pressed her raised hands to her sides, then let go of her hands, and said with a smile: "That one just now is actually not a trick, it is the Tilian between you and me." ”

Tilian? That doesn't sound like a good word at all. And it's also between "you and me". Why is it so described? There is a bad premonition in prison painting.

"In the fairy world, couples who are already registered will have Tilian, so as to prove that I am intimate with you, which is something that heaven and earth agree on, and it cannot be disobeyed."

The dungeon's brain crashed in an instant. Bringing her back to her senses, Xue Yan had already left a gentle kiss on her forehead. It was as if the circuit had been abandoned for many years and suddenly turned on the current, and the nerves in her whole body seemed to be filled with electricity, and her whole body was like a leakage, showing an abnormal temperature from head to toe, and the muscles were all softened, as if they could be manipulated by others.

"Look, that's Tillian too." Xue Yan's voice came from her ears, so close that her lips almost touched her ears. She felt a wave of heat rushing from the bottom of her heart, and her hands involuntarily wanted to hug the man in front of her.

And she did. Even more exaggerated, she directly pushed Xue Yan down on the bed and leaned over to bully her, as if she wanted to mistreat Xue Yan.

"Prison Painting." Xue Yan's voice sounded low and charming, revealing an irresistible sexiness. She felt her mouth dry and her reason was all behind her, and she just wanted to do something unhealthy to the man in front of her.

"Don't do this, I won't be able to hold it......" Xue Yan seemed to be trying his best to endure something. And the prison painting riding on Xue Yan's body directly felt Tilian's reaction on Xue Yan's body, and instantly sobered up.

Oh, my God! What is she doing? The prison painter hurriedly climbed down from Xue Yan's body, and scolded in his heart: What kind of Raush Zi Tilian, isn't it the husband and wife who started to promote the role at that time? People don't know about themselves, and they want you to promote it? Isn't it too nosy?

"Huh?" Prison Painting finally realized that something was wrong and exclaimed, "What do you mean? Registered? Have we both got the certificate? ”

Xue Yan was still lying on the bed, maintaining the appearance of being ransacked, and nodded innocently with his eyes: "I asked Yue Lao to do it the day before the wedding, but before the wedding started, you fell into the river and disappeared." ”

I see. After doing it for a long time, he and Xue Yan are actually husband and wife, no wonder they have to be obedient to themselves and flattered in various ways. But this guy has been performing very well, and he has such a seductive face, he doesn't seem to suffer a loss.

Prison Painting looked at his indecent appearance, felt that he couldn't stand it, and deliberately shouted: "You crushed my rune paper." ”

Xue Yan was also relieved to see that he didn't ask why he fell into the river. Originally, he was not familiar with prison painting, and he was worried that prison painting would be embarrassed after knowing the relationship between the two, so he never said it. Later, after some contact, he was moved, and he didn't dare to tell the truth easily, for fear that he would not see him because of embarrassment, and he was also afraid that he would ask himself why she fell into the river. In case she knew that he had sent a few people to pick up her relatives as a side concubine, and then she fell into the river and lost her memory because of too many dowries and too few guards, she didn't know how to annoy him!

However, now it seems that the prison painting does not think in this direction, and has no intention of pursuing this matter. Xue Yan's heart relaxed for the time being, sat up from the bed, and said while helping to sort out the rune paper, "It's okay. What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours. If it breaks, I'll buy it for you. ”

At the mention of this, the prison painting suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed: "Not good! ”

Xue Yan was taken aback by her, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?" ”

Prison Painting grimaced his face and sighed deeply. Xue Yan is her husband, so Xue Yan's money is also her money! Then when she sold the villa at that time, she asked for such a high price, wasn't it all cheap developers?

But he was embarrassed to tell the reason, so he had to pout: "Don't buy it, it's a waste of money!" Wrinkled is a little wrinkled, make do with it! ”

Xue Yan looked at the prison painting for some reason and said, "Prison painting, what do you want so much money for?" If you like, I'll transfer it to you. You disappeared for no reason at that time, and there was still a large amount of money in the account that had nowhere to go, so it was directly transferred to my name. Now there are a lot left, you give me a card number, and I will transfer it to you. ”

Nani? Her money, in his place?

"What do you mean there's a lot left?" Prison painting sad asked.

When Xue Yan heard this, he knew that it was not good. Prison painting is famous for his love of money, it was in the past, and it is now, why did he forget it? Now it's a good thing, he only has a little money left in her account, how can he explain it to her?

"No, it's not interesting...... Xue Yan was anxious for a while, and in the face of the serious interrogation posture of the prison painting, he actually stammered. According to his usual psychological quality, it shouldn't be like this. This is probably also the role of Tilian!

As soon as he saw Xue Yan's reaction, he knew that the money must have been squandered by this guy. Thinking of his spending a lot of money to buy a villa, he knew that this guy had spent a lot of money on her in the past four hundred years, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while, pointed at Xue Yan, sat on the bed with his chest covered, and glared at Xue Yan viciously.

"Prison Painting ......" Xue Yan knew that he had done something wrong, and he was also very embarrassed. But at this point, he had no way to return the money to the prison painting. After all, what is hers is hers, and what is theirs is hers. What will he pay back?

"Don't be sad. If you want money, I'll earn it with you. Xue Yan put on an innocent face, grabbed the hand of the prison painting, and comforted: "Those guys in the underworld don't have much money, we can go to the world to make money." If you look at the rune paper you got, some of them can make money, right? I'll make money with you and back you up, okay? ”

The prison painting was helpless, so he could only snort viciously. He lost so much money from her, of course he had to back her up, isn't this nonsense! But thinking of this man's gentleness, I couldn't get angry. After all, in the underworld, money is not a necessity to support a family, let alone a sense of responsibility. Some ghosts have saved money for thousands of years and don't know where to spend it, that is, it was only later that prison paintings began to sell houses, and people began to pay attention to the importance of having money.

Even if he wants to cry without tears, he has no choice but to admit it. She sighed plaintively, and Xue Yan frowned nervously.

It took a while for the prison painting to pick himself up a little from the heavy blow. Thinking of Xue Yan's proposal just now, the prison painting asked: "The money I earn from mortals is also common in the underworld, but I see that the money of other people in the underworld doesn't seem to be able to be used in the human world, why is this?" ”

Xue Yan also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her cheer up, and while standing up and taking a glass of water for the prison painting, he said, "Although you have awakened the bloodline of the ghost now, you have not officially returned to the underworld to work, so your account is common to the two realms." But with the exception of yours, the currencies of the two worlds are basically not universal. If you want to spend the money earned by ghosts in the world, you need to find a psychic who earns money from the yin and yang worlds as an intermediary, but most of these people are short-lived, difficult to find, and a little troublesome. ”

Fortunately, these words came out of Xue Yan's mouth, if they came out of the mouths of others, the prison painting would probably laugh. But since Xue Yan said so, the authenticity is 100%. Then it also means that the existence of prison painting directly solves the trouble that intermediaries are difficult to find.

"Oh, that's not right!" Prison Painting suddenly remembered something. "Then I took you to the barber shop to wash your hair, and I remember that you also swiped your card to give money!"

Before the words fell, the prison painting saw Xue Yan pursing his lips and looking at her with a smile. She suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

"What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours. Prison painting, I'm not just talking about it. Xue Yan said, stretched out a finger and gently touched the tip of the nose of the prison painting. Because you are my wife. The accounts of the two of us are one. This relationship will not change from generation to generation. ”