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"Who are you asking An Ning?" Jiang Zhuo said stupidly, "Are you thinking about other men?"

"Don't pretend!" Yan Qingning sat on the table, crossing her legs and staring at him: "When did Lord God get to this soul?"

Jiang Zhuo'an raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and coaxed him nicely: "When he really agreed to your marriage, I asked him his opinion, and he himself allowed me to come out to see you."

Xiaobai stared at the past images emerging in the conscious space, watching Zhuo'an as the main soul suppressing Jiang Zhuoan's soul with absolute advantage.

noob:【……】

I don’t know how to evaluate...

He explained to Yan Qingning: "The soul in this world is timid and cowardly, but also extreme. He has always been worried about your death, and has always believed that it was his fault that caused you to die without a burial place.

Now that you have returned and the threats to this world have been eliminated, he has begun to dare to love you and respond to your love. "

"Jiang Zhuo'an has never been treated as a human being in this world. Everyone regards him as a weapon, even he thinks so."

"But this is wrong." Yan Qingning looked at him steadily and took his words seriously: "No one should be defined as he is born. There are differences between people. There are differences. There are differences. Different life paths.

Everyone's life should be chosen and affirmed by themselves, rather than being labeled by others and living according to other people's pace. "

"Aning has grown up a lot." He smiled and rubbed his face gently with his fingertips. "People really shouldn't be defined by others. After all, people's lives are always for themselves."

"Then does my Aning know what to do next?"

Yan Qingning held his fingers and did not answer. After a long time, he responded muffledly: "I know..."

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The wedding of Jiang Zhuoan and Yan Qingning was quickly put on the agenda. The neighbors in the Demon World rushed to congratulate each other, and some of the lively ones wore red clothes.

When Elder Tianji heard the news that the two were getting married, he was so angry that he stopped staying in front of the two and locked himself in the room.

But before he could close the door, Jiang Zhuoan and Yan Qingning came together to invite him out again.

The streets and alleys were crowded with people, all vying to see the Demon King getting married.

Shen Ke and Hei Wu were mixed in the crowd. He was holding a red platycodon flower that was on the verge of withering in his hand, and his face became increasingly impatient.

"Didn't you say that Yan Qingning will disappear after this platycodon flower withers? Then why is Jiang Zhuo'an still interested in getting married?"

Heiwu obviously realized that something was wrong, but his arrogance did not allow him to admit his mistake, so he could only force himself to look calm and calm: "Why are you so impatient?"

"Maybe Jiang Zhuoan did this just to lure you into taking the bait. In fact, Yan Qingning has long since died like the platycodon flower in your hand."

When Shen Ke heard what he said, he reluctantly believed it for once.

In fact, at this point, he could only choose to believe this kind of comforting words.

For unknown reasons, the crowds of people around them began to move closer to them, forming a silent circle to surround them.

Shen Ke was too upset to notice this, but Heiwu was different. He had fallen into an illusion in his early years and was sealed by the demons. Now that he was in this familiar illusion, he would naturally pay more attention.

A wave of demonic energy mixed with spiritual power came towards him, and Hei Wu quickly hid behind Shen Ke, taking advantage of the situation to avoid the blow.

Shen Ke was not as lucky as him. He was hit hard by the blow and vomited a large amount of blood.

He was originally a useless person who had lost all his cultivation, and all the abilities he used came from the life-spanning contract he signed with Black Mist.

"Jiang Zhuo'an!"

After the blow hit him, he guessed the identity of the person and stared in the direction of the sedan chair with resentment.

Jiang Zhuo'an was not surprised by his exposure. He sat in the sedan chair, a wisp of demonic energy mixed with spiritual power rising from his fingertips, and his eyes were cold: "Shen Ke, long time no see."

Shen Ke held the red platycodon flower in his hand, crushed the withered flowers on it, and threw it to the ground.

"Jiang Zhuo'an!"

He was still so restless that he couldn't suppress his anger just by seeing Jiang Zhuo'an.

Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his eyes and glanced at the platycodon flower he threw on the ground, and summoned the demonic energy in his hand to completely burn the rotten platycodon flower.

Seeing him like this, Hei Wu knew that he had fallen into a trap. He left Shen Ke behind and desperately wanted to escape from the illusion here.

Before he could escape, a particularly pure spiritual power suddenly appeared, imprisoning his entire body made of black mist in the form of a cage.

The crowd composed of illusions around them gradually disappeared, leaving only Jiang Zhuoan in the sedan chair, hysterical Shen Ke, and the black mist fleeing blindly.

The familiar seal energy emerged from the ground where the black mist was, gradually suppressing his strength and forcing him to sink continuously.

"Demon?" The young man sneered, with obvious disdain in his tone: "Or should I call you a poor guy who fell into a pit twice?"

Heiwu's body solidified a little, and he howled sharply towards the source of the sound: "Yan! Qing! Ning!"

The boy sat on a branch with his legs crossed and waved to Black Mist: "Long time no see, you idiot who fell twice in the same place!"

His attack power has always been adequate, even if he is now reincarnated as the most vulnerable flower spirit.

Jiang Zhuo'an felt helpless when he saw him coming. He used a magic weapon to tie Shen Ke aside, and then he came closer and stretched out his hand to him: "A Ning, didn't you say that you don't need to come over for these small things?"

Yan Qingning held the branch with one hand and landed safely in his arms.

He deliberately avoided Jiang Zhuoan's question, tilting his head to change the subject: "Is it true that the devil can only be sealed, not erased?"

"Theoretically, it's immortal."

It seems that he noticed that Yan Qingning was not in a good mood about this, and coaxed him nicely: "Don't worry, just crush him with Breakthrough Theory."

Black Mist: "..."