Swish!

Ming Xiaoyang's body was hit by Yan Hongye's heavy punch without any reservations, and he retreated violently, like an arrow off the string.

Unexpectedly, the figure that was constantly flying back suddenly paused, and in a flash, it returned to Yan Hongye's side again.

His hands were placed on Yan Hongye's fragrant shoulders, his sword eyes flashed with tears, and he looked at her without blinking, and said with grievances:

"Momiji, are you going to murder your husband?"

"Wrong, this girl is cleaning up a negative man!" Being grabbed by Ming Xiaoyang like this, Yan Hongye came back to her senses slightly, shrugged her shoulders, and said unceremoniously.

Ming Xiaoyang smiled bitterly: "It's just a joke, with such a big anger, I'm not afraid of really killing me." ”

"If you die, there will be one less great scourge in this world." Yan Hongye regained her composure and commented.

Boom!

Hearing Yan Hongye say this, Ming Xiaoyang's slender body trembled, as if someone had struck a blow on the chest with a hammer weighing thousands of catties, and it seemed that the residual power of Yan Hongye's blow just now was attacked, and he danced with his hands and feet, and he almost couldn't stand up.

In the usual frivolous voice, there was a heartfelt pain, "Momiji, you say that, it really makes me sad." ”

"I didn't think you would think of me like that!"

As he spoke, his long eyelashes trembled, as if he could cry at any moment.

Seeing Ming Xiaoyang's reaction like this, Yan Hongye's cold heart softened, and the tide of emotion in her heart surged, and she took a few steps forward and hugged the other party.

"Okay, can't you just be normal? Don't you feel tired if you're cynical all day long, pretending to be crazy and stupid? ”

"Haha." Being held by Yan Hongye, Ming Xiaoyang's expression changed extremely quickly, he recovered in an instant, stretched out his arms, hugged the other party, and said with a smile, "Of course I don't feel tired, as long as it is useful, it is enough." ”

"A bastard!" Yan Hongye was slightly tense when Ming Xiaoyang's hands were on his willow waist, but he didn't resist, and when he heard him say this, he cursed secretly.

"You're right, I'm just a bastard," Ming Xiaoyang didn't mind Yan Hongye's evaluation of himself at all, hugging the other party, "But don't you also like me as a bastard?" ”

Hearing this, Yan Hongye trembled slightly, buried his head in Ming Xiaoyang's broad chest, and said coldly: "Don't think I forgive you." ”

"You haven't told me what you plan to do with the relationship between you and me? If you really love me, why can't you give up the position of the Holy Monarch of the Yin Moon Dynasty, is it true that the King of the Demon Dao and turning the world into a demon world is really so attractive to you? ”

Ming Xiaoyang shook his head sincerely and said, "Of course not." ”

"To be honest, I have never taken the position of the Holy Monarch of the Yin Moon Dynasty to heart, and power brings not only a high status, but also a heavy life, which is not fun at all."

Yan Hongye could hear that Ming Xiaoyang was telling the truth, and continued to ask, "Then what are you for?" ”

"Alas!" Ming Xiaoyang suddenly sighed heavily, full of infinitely complex emotions, "Why? ”

"Honestly, that's a good question, and I don't even understand what I'm for!"

"If I have to find a reason, it can only be said that it is because of my background!"

"Your background?" Hearing Ming Xiaoyang say this, Yan Hongye raised his head from his arms and asked puzzledly, "You are not the biological son of the Six Dao Demon Lords, you are nothing more than a stand-in that the Empress Dowager Yin Yue found out of nowhere." ”

"What? Is there any secret to your background? ”

Ming Xiaoyang nodded honestly and said, "Of course, my life experience is simply a big joke, and tragedy is destined to run through my life." ”

"The position of the Demon Lord of the Yin Moon Dynasty, for me, has nothing to do with responsibility or not, but the only existence that can make my life less pathetic."

As he spoke, a thick self-deprecation swelled up on Ming Xiaoyang's handsome cheeks.

Seeing his expression, Yan Hongye felt distressed for no reason, she originally thought that she already knew all the secrets about the other party.

But now she knows that what she has come into contact with is only some appearances, real secrets, she has not yet touched.

For a while, a pair of originally clear and bright beautiful eyes surged with a ray of tenderness.

Not!

After laughing at himself, Ming Xiaoyang lowered his head again, and saw the fragrant cherry lips of Yan Hongye in front of him.

The tenderness rose in his heart, and he subconsciously kissed the ruddy lips.

Then, the long-precipitated affection permeated their hearts, and the two hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to rub each other into their bodies.

Ming Xiaoyang stretched out a finger, and the pitch-black and pure demonic qi swirled, and countless withered yellow hay and dead branches and fallen leaves swirled and flew up.

In an instant, the dead branches and leaves, the withered yellow grass roots intertwined, and between shuttles, they turned into a golden bed.

The curtain of fallen leaves is lifted.

Ming Xiaoyang hugged the graceful beauty in his arms, and the affection in each other's hearts was high, and he couldn't care about anything else. In the moonlight, the two of them fell on the same bed. Then, the curtain closed again, and only the light emitted by the cold jade plate reflected two entangled shadows.

………………

Panlong Valley.

The sun rises again, and the golden glow shines down, making the valley warm in this special terrain.

In the cave in the valley**, the blue devil is still sleeping deeply, and the Zhuge brothers, Yan Chixia and his wife, have started a new day of life in this sunshine.

Noticing that last night, Hongye didn't come back all night, Zhuge Liuyun's face became more and more unsightly, Yan Chixia was annoyed in her heart, and she could only sigh silently.

"Come, Liuyun, help me prepare something to eat." Zhuge Wuwei read poetry and books, although he rarely interacted with outsiders, but he had a lot of experience.

After thinking about it for a while, he knew that his precious brother was completely hopeless, and the other half of his fateful seventh-generation marriage belonged to him both physically and mentally.

Beckoning Zhuge Liuyun to help, he took out some of the stored food and started to make a fire to cook.

Zhuge Liuyun was angry in his heart, but he was optimistic by nature, knowing that this kind of thing could not be forced, so he could only help his eldest brother prepare meals.

With Yan Chixia's hand, a meal was soon ready.

Four dishes and one soup, a big pot of rice, the meal is simple, but for this mountain, it can be regarded as rich.

"Why hasn't Momiji come back yet?" When all the meals were served to the wooden table that Zhuge Liuyun had just made, seeing that her daughter had not come back for a long time, Yan Chixia was a little worried.

Hearing the master mention his junior sister, Zhuge Liuyun's face, which had just looked a little better, became difficult to look at again.

"I'm back." At this moment, from outside Panlong Valley, a coquettish and cold voice sounded, and when I looked in the direction from which the voice came, I saw a girl in red walking forward.