Fuxi, who was called a big name, not only did not have the anger that everyone imagined, but even happily picked up the corners of his lips.

She glanced back at the angry man, and while feeling sad, she directly pinched the trick and brought someone to the wedding hall in the fastest way.

"Brother Feng really doesn't give Fuxi face at all......"

The saint pressed the man against the soft couch and took control of his wrists with both hands.

Feng Qimo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly turned his head sideways to avoid looking directly at the other party, and the reddened ears revealed his emotions at this time.

The holy woman's gaze lingered on the tips of his ears, and seeing this, he was finally in a better mood.

Seeing that the man seemed to be really angry, Fuxi still didn't let go of him.

Ever since her identity as the Lord of the Sanctuary was revealed, he had never treated her like he had treated his sister before.

He didn't even want to show any emotions in front of her, even if it was as angry as he was now.

Fuxi rarely aroused his fluctuating emotions, how could he let go of the opportunity at this moment.

She leaned down against his chest, tightening the hand holding his wrist as the other's breathing rose and fell.

"Brother Wind—"

"Fuxi, you really don't know shame!" Feng Qimo suddenly said in a deep voice.

Shameless, shameless!

The saint's face was full of hurt sadness, and her thrilling face was fragile and pitiful to the world, but it was a pity that the initiator was unmoved.

"Shameless...... the saint slowly let go of her hand and got up from him.

The cold fragrance that surrounded the tip of Feng Qimo's nose was withdrawn, and a trace of trance was gathered between his eyebrows, and then he wrinkled fiercely, and quickly got up and stood far away from Fuxi.

Fu Xi's eyes were red, and a tear unconsciously gathered at the end of his eye.

He described her shamelessly, and he really hated her.

Could it be that they used to cultivate together in the Immortal Clan for two hundred years, and they didn't count?

"I know you don't want to marry me."

Fuxi blinked, the tears slid down the corners of her eyes, and she chuckled, "But it's not up to you!" ”

Feng Qimo's cold eyes fell on the tears on the side of her face, and the scene of the two of them cultivating and living in the immortal clan seemed to be crossed in front of her eyes.

But how did he know that she was the Lord of the Sanctuary......

If he had known that she was a saint, the head of the demon clan who looked down on their immortal clan in every way, he would never-

Feng Qimo clenched his fists tightly, the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, and the man's eyes were full of painful mist, and blood was all over.

Fu Xi left, and the hall was empty in an instant.

As Fu Xi said, this is the wedding hall she prepared for the two.

The crimson color stimulated Feng Qimo's eyes, he raised his head and closed his eyes fiercely, and leaned his back against the pillar beside him.

……

Return to the dormitory

Fu Xi withdrew her subordinates with a cold expression, and everyone could see that she was in a bad mood, so naturally they didn't dare to dangle in front of her to avoid touching her head.

Uniqueness is an exception.

"Your Highness, do you want to take a bath?" Musou followed.

Fuxi snorted.

Wushuang immediately turned around and went to the inner hall to arrange the bath water.

Fu Xi was lying on the soft couch, his chin slightly raised, and his mind was full of the scene of seeing Feng Qimo today.

Before today, she hadn't been looking for him for fifty years because of trivial matters in the Sanctuary.

Since her identity as a saint was revealed, he had never taken the initiative to contact her again.

If she hadn't gone to him, she wouldn't have had a chance to see him.

She's a demon, he's an immortal.

In the past thousand years, the immortal clan has declined, and the relationship between the demon clan and the immortal clan has become more and more tense, and she knows that many demon people are the same as Wushuang, and they look down on the immortal clan more and more, and secretly or even openly ridicule their inferiority.

(End of chapter)