The Lingze in front of him can be said to have nothing to do with the ruthless but gentle image of the Divine Monarch in the past.

He was murderous, holding the neck of one demon cultivator with one hand and stepping on the head of another demon cultivator with one foot.

Shuhua hurriedly shouted at him to stop: "They are all my friends. ”

"Friends?" He looked back at her, his eyes dark and terrible: "A friend will steal your things when you are drunk?" ”

She hurriedly checked the storage bag and found that a few valuable elixirs were missing, so she walked up casually and beat those demon cultivators with him.

That's where things got a turnaround.

Ling Ze never left, and she didn't drive him away again.

Two years later, she agreed to his marriage proposal, planted a concentric tree with him, and formed a concentric deed.

The concentric tree grows very well, which shows that there is no problem with this family affair, and there is no doubt about the sincerity of the two people.

Shuhua thought for a long time, and finally put his hand into Lingze's palm.

Lingze's eyes burst with intense joy: "Are you willing?" ”

Shuhua felt that he was willing at the moment.

A voice was in her head, saying loudly, "No matter what, you have to try!" If he can put down his position as a god monarch and come here incognito for several years, it is very clear that he is determined!

If he had been hypocritical, the concentric tree would not have grown so well, and it would have been impossible for him to form a concentric contract. Try it, try it, the road to cultivating immortals is so long and boring, you have to find some fun. ”

Indeed, giving up before she has tried, talking doesn't count, it's not her temperament.

Shuhua followed Ling Ze side by side, holding hands, and walked out of the door together.

The courtyard is full of golden and brilliant spring flowers, and the guests who come to congratulate are crowded, lively and festive.

There are no acquaintances of his, and there are no relatives of hers, all of them are ghosts and demons in the netherworld.

They worshipped heaven and earth, and they worshipped the high hall where they were not present, and after the husband and wife bowed to each other, they toasted the wine of the guests.

But strangely, none of the guests dared to joke with the groom, who laughed and wished the newlyweds to grow old together, but their hands were shaking all the time.

Shuhua couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?" Is the food not tasty? Or is it because of the cold? ”

It was early spring, and the netherworld was in the lower realm, and the climate was cold, so it was normal to be cold after sitting in the courtyard for a long time.

The guests shook their heads and said in unison: "We are all very good, and Lang Jun is also very good!" ”

After saying that, they looked at each other, looked at Lingze, and lowered their heads in horror.

Ling Ze smiled gently, let Shuhua into the room, and explained in her ear in a low voice: "It's my identity that has been revealed, and they are a little afraid of me." ”

Shuhua thought so, the high Immortal Realm Divine Monarch suddenly came, and the little monks of the Netherworld were of course terrified.

When the lights are held, the guests disperse.

Ling Ze walked towards Shuhua, he had just taken a bath, and there were still small crystal droplets of water hanging on his eyebrows.

Shuhua's heart was beating so fast that she couldn't breathe, she couldn't say a word, she could only watch him take her hand and kiss it little by little from her fingertips.

The kiss was delicate and delicate, gentle and lingering, but it made her heart tingle for a while, like thorns, and every breath was painful.

She endured the pain and let him take her into his arms.

"Shuhua ......," he whispered in her ear, calling her name again and again, "I'm so happy, I haven't been so happy in tens of thousands of years." ”

Shuhua pushed him out with all his strength, and then clutched his chest and gasped violently.

It hurt so much, it hurt so much that it felt like her entire chest cavity had been cut, it hurt so much that it felt like there was a hand holding her heart tightly, and she pulled hard, and pulled hard.

Ling Ze was pushed upside down and flew out, and hit the cabinet with the big red word "Xi" to stabilize his body.

"What's wrong with you?" He panicked, trying to come forward to help her check her pulse, and wanted to send her spiritual power to relieve her.

But every point he came closer, Shuhua's pain would increase.

She curled up in the corner of the bed and refused with difficulty: "Stay away from me, every time you get close to me, my chest hurts more." ”

Ling Ze froze in place, looking at her in despair, his eyes soaked with deep sorrow and pain.

Shuhua is a very thoughtful person, and he still remembers to be polite at this time.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me, I didn't mean to do this to you."

Ling Ze didn't move any further than half a minute, he stood in place, and it took a long time to barely squeeze out a smile: "I know." ”

Shuhua pulled up the quilt and wrapped herself in a chrysalis.

The quilt core is the fire silk that Lingze painstakingly found, which is as soft as a cloud, and it is warm to the touch.

Feeling the warmth, she felt much more comfortable, so she closed her eyes and breathed to calm the pain.

When I opened my eyes, it was three days and three nights later, and the dragon and phoenix candles had already burned out.

At this time, the morning light was faint, and Ling Ze's tall figure came into view, he still maintained his original posture, standing in place motionless, and his eyes never left her.

Shuhua frowned: "Has the husband never left?" ”

Ling Ze said calmly: "Don't worry about you, are you better?" ”

"Much better." Shuhua jumped out of bed and stretched, feeling like she was alive again.

She told him to rest: "You have been guarding me for so long, you must be tired, take a rest, I'll clean up the house and get some food." ”

"I'm not tired." He tentatively reached out and touched her fingertips lightly.

Shuhua held his breath as if he was facing a great enemy, afraid that his chest would suddenly ache again.

Fortunately, there was no more pain, and everything was fine, as if her previous pain was just an occasional illness.

Nothing happened, and both were happy.

They cleaned up the house together, worked in the fields together, fed the family's livestock together, and ate together, of course, the rice was made by Lingze.

In this way, the years passed in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, three years passed.

In the past three years, they have risen from sunrise to sunset and rested at sunset, and they have lived happily.

It's fine to pull hands, lean back, and lie down, but with further intimacy, Shuhua will experience severe chest pain.

She was quite sorry, but Ling Ze was not angry and resentful, but took the initiative to comfort her: "Maybe it's because of some strange disease, cultivators have a long time, and I don't covet the joy of this moment." Visiting slowly, there is always a way to solve it. ”

Shuhua also thought so, but by chance, she always saw Ling Ze standing on the top of Huanglian Mountain looking into the distance, her brows furrowed, and her expression was uneasy.

Her cat demon friend tactfully reminded her: "Your husband has changed a lot lately, you have to be careful." ”

After asking repeatedly, the cat demon said a few more words: "When he first came, he was violent, and he only pretended to be Sven in front of you. Recently, the aura on his body has changed, and there is a hidden divine light. For God, he is cold-hearted and cold-hearted, so he tells you to be careful. ”

She also heard the spirits talk about the recent drought, in addition to the Shangqing realm, the mountains and seas, and the netherworld two realms are thousands of miles away, and the lives are devastated, but Huanglian Mountain has the protection of her demon god husband, and the wind and rain are still smooth.

Then, many goblins and spirits fled to Hoang Lien Mountain.

They were yellow-skinned, ragged, and exhausted, and knelt at the water's edge and drank and wept.

Shuhua returned home in silence, Ling Ze was cooking, and the firelight illuminated his face extremely coldly: "It's good right away, if you're hungry, there are rice cakes on the table." ”

Shuhua didn't eat rice cakes, she leaned against the door frame and silently watched him cook.

Enter V to have a third watch.,This writing is slow.,There's no inventory.,Ask everyone for a monthly pass and the first order.,Encouragement.。

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