"Stop!" Shuyi smashed out a teacup, raised his hand and cast a spell, and everything around him was still.

She was instantly grabbed by him, and heard him roar behind his back, "You promised this king that you would go back with this king today!"

The painting heart was still dumbfounded.

She knew very well that the people around her were not simply frozen, but that the time of the whole world was standing still!

Because, she is the god in charge of time and life, although she can't drive the power of the Nine Shadows now, and she can no longer control life arbitrarily, but she can feel the state of life.

And all life, at this moment, stops growing.

But how could Shuyi be able to use the art of time and space?

What Jun Yi couldn't do when he cultivated to the eighth layer of the Nine Dragons True God, he is still just a mortal who has not achieved positive results now, how did he do it?

No, is he demonstrating to her?

Was he telling her how good he was now, telling her she couldn't escape the palm of his hand?

The fire in his heart jumped up again, and Huaxin looked back at him and sneered, "What if this seat regrets it?"

Shuyi was also angered by her, glared at her viciously, and pressed her on the wooden chair behind her, as if he was going to tear her apart at any time, "This king married you, you are the king's woman, from now on, you can only stay by this king's side, and you are not allowed to go anywhere else!"

Drawing hearts, "?!?" looked at the man in front of him dumbfounded, secretly thinking that he was really good now, and he dared to talk to her in such a tone!

Secretly hooked his fingers, and a red light popped out, although he broke his spell, he still couldn't escape his control.

She blinked innocently, looked at him, her eyes were red, her mouth was pursed, and she was about to cry, "Shuyi, are you able to do it now, will you bully me?"

Shuyi, "This woman's soft reaction was really beyond his expectations, but he really liked her pitiful appearance.

Naturally, as soon as the painting heart is low and soft, his toughness can no longer be disguised. As soon as his face softened, the woman in front of him became pretentious again.

The woman lay on the table, tears hanging on her eyelashes, and raised her eyes to look at him pitifully, "Anyway, I can't beat you now, or you kill me, only the dead can't go anywhere, you kill me, bury me wherever you like"

lest she say something that would make him unbearable, he couldn't help but raise his hand and press her soft lips before she could finish speaking.

The aqua-blue sleeve robe, the fingertips as white as jade, lingering with the blue sky and white clouds and the smell of rootless orchid, as if there was a city of sunlight pouring out from his fingertips, tossing and turning illuminated her mottled and unknown heart.

"Ah Yi?" The painting heart was in a slight trance, and he didn't know what night it was.

Her voice was too gentle, Shuyi thought it was him, her heart was sweet, she smiled lightly, her fingertips touched the corners of her lips, and touched her eyebrows inch by inch, very light and shallow, but she didn't dare to do more than that.

The eyeballs of the painting heart followed his fingertips up and down, and his heart jumped suddenly.

The people in the tavern were still drinking, and the people were still listening, but he knew that there were hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at them all around.

"Heart-devouring the night. Shuyi glanced around, sat down slowly, rubbed his fingertips against the half-dried tears and wine stains on her cheeks, mourned in his heart, and muttered in his mouth, "The goddess is willing to return?"