Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

The dazzling blood red pierced the eyes, and the noise of the crowd was noisy.

The purgatory-like scene from the past once again appeared in his mind. He was obviously trying his best to suppress his thoughts, but just looking at the person in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the person who died under his own sword and refused to rest in peace. look.

Even if it's just an illusion...

Yan Qingning saw that his face turned pale, sighed, and held his hand: "Master doesn't want to get married, so we won't get married."

He had a deep shadow over the matter of getting married, so every time he mentioned it, he would think of those memories that could not be said to be good, and he would feel resistant from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Zhuo'an's eyes were dim, and the blood-stained eyes that had been hidden by the magic appeared brightly in front of Yan Qingning's eyes.

He seemed to have used up all the courage he had left before he dared to hold Yan Qingning's hand and say to him, "Let's... get married..."

Always choosing to escape because of past illusions is really not a good way to face the current situation.

Yan Qingning was a little stunned when he heard what he said. She turned her head and asked him, "Master, are you serious?"

"You have to understand that once you agree to this matter, you won't have a chance to regret it."

"At that time, no matter whether you are willing or not, I will never let you go!"

When he said this, he deliberately kept a straight face and showed a serious look, just hoping that Jiang Zhuo'an would take this matter seriously.

"I am serious."

"I would."

"I won't go back on my word."

He responded to Yan Qingning's words, his blood-red eyes bright, silently covering up the deep fear.

Demonic energy and spiritual power met at his fingertips and formed a chain.

He consciously tied the chain around his neck, handed the other end of the chain to Yan Qingning's hand, and said in a soft voice with a hint of confusion: "I have long belonged to Aning alone."

"So no matter what Aning does to me, I will accept it completely and will never resist at all..."

The cold banished immortal voluntarily set up shackles on himself, handed one end of the chain used for binding to his hand, and stared at the person with such innocent bloody eyes.

The evil nature of the blood eyes and the divinity of the white clothes are mixed together, showing the human nature in the mundane world in the contradiction.

Jiang Zhuoan like this is undoubtedly the most attractive...

Yan Qingning licked his lips, and was about to grab the chain and pounce on it for another bite, when the familiar soreness and swelling returned to his limbs, and his vision began to become blurry.

Jiang Zhuo'an noticed that something was wrong with him and quickly stretched out his arms to hug him.

The person in front of him shrank sharply at this moment, becoming the same size as before, and fell softly into Jiang Zhuoan's palm.

He seemed a little dazed by the fall. He slowly sat up in Jiang Zhuo'an's palm and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

At this moment, the morning light suddenly appeared, and the warm yellow light rose from the river, cutting through the darkness and illuminating the environment where the two of them were.

Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his eyes and looked at the little man he was holding in his palms. There were a lot of words stuck in his throat that he couldn't say.

Yan Qingning looked up at him and asked, "Master, now that I've become like this, does your promise to marry me still count?"

He didn't care about his current situation. Instead, he immediately asked Jiang Zhuo'an whether the marriage could continue.

Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his eyes to put away the fear in his eyes, and said to him calmly: "I will do what I promise."

"As long as you want it, as long as you need it, always count..."

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Deep in the woods on the outskirts.

A man so thin that he had bulging bones held the ball of black energy in his palm, frowned and asked, "Are you sure that the method you mentioned can make Jiang Zhuo'an and Yan Qingning pay the price?!"

The black air gradually condensed into a mist, and a pair of sinister eyes were revealed, with a hoarse voice like an old man in his twilight years: "Yan Qingning's return now is just because of the abnormal changes in the platycodon flowers in the devil world. The mutated platycodon flowers have changed." Flowers have always been extremely fragile, and as long as the root system is polluted, the flower spirit living on it will become weaker and weaker until it finally dies."

"The method you mentioned is only useful for Yan Qingning." The man's frown deepened, and there was a gloomy look between his brows: "Where's the revenge on Jiang Zhuo'an?!"

"You promised me before that you would make Jiang Zhuo'an fall down and fall into the mud without being able to get up!"

"Don't be so hasty..." Heiwu seemed to have been severely injured, and always had a sense of weakness when he spoke: "Based on how much Jiang Zhuoan cares about Yan Qingning, the best way to deal with him is to let Yan Qingning die again because of him."

"And... I have to die in front of him."

The man seemed dissatisfied with Heiwu's statement and questioned him angrily: "Can such an approach really cause losses to Jiang Zhuo'an?"

"Didn't he also manage to survive after Yan Qingning died?"

"Not to mention falling into the mud and being unable to climb out, he even inherited the leadership position of the bugs in the demon world, squeezing the living space of the people in the cultivation world to the smallest possible extent, and causing a turmoil in the current status of the cultivation world and the demon world. An earth-shaking change!”

"Hmph..." Hei Wu muttered, not wanting to have too much conversation with him. He just said arrogantly: "Ignorant kid, how dare you question my strategy like this?!"

The man looked impatient, and obviously didn't want to pay attention to the black mist, and said sarcastically: "Ha... The poor deceased who can only hold on to the honor of the past and regurgitate it over and over again, how can he have the face to rebuke me?!"

"You're just a lost dog rejected by the entire world of cultivation. Cooperating with you has really lowered my standards!" He didn't have a good temper towards that person, and mocked back in a cold voice: "If it weren't for my soul being destroyed by that dishonest person, The Demon World Doll ruined the plan, and even if you are at your peak, you are not qualified to talk to me on an equal footing."

"Before you say that I am not qualified, why don't you look at what you have become?!" The man's face was twisted, and the viciousness in his expression was almost substantive: "The dignified Lord Demon God was plotted by his own descendants. When you returned to the world, your soul was shattered, leaving only the pitiful and pathetic Sanpo, which can kill you with just a pinch!"

Both sides were poking knives into each other's sore spots, not like close allies, but more like jealous enemies.

After all, Hei Wu had lived longer, and knowing that retreating at this moment would bring him greater benefits, he took the initiative to stop his continued quarrel: "Shen Ke, you and I should calm down!"

Shen Ke's eyebrows were filled with impatience, and he said disdainfully: "What? You also realize that you, the useless demon god, are of no use anymore?!"

The black mist surged, and he forcibly suppressed his desire to kill this man, "You only need to do what I say, and I can guarantee that the two of them will definitely pay a high price."

"But before that, you'd better protect my soul..."