Flash marriage to the underworld boss, the queen of metaphysics is sweet and wild

The soul of the enemy suddenly left, and the resentment disappeared. The wool roll upstairs felt it immediately, because the hair on his body suddenly disappeared!

Wool Roll couldn't believe it at first. He excitedly took off his clothes and looked up and down. His skin was pale and smooth, exactly the same as before he was entangled!

"Great!" Wool Roll laughed loudly, "I'm normal!" He just said, how capable can a group of kittens and puppies be?

That's right, Wool Roll had been abusing cats before. Dogs were too big and difficult to handle. He would only attack puppies occasionally when he encountered them. He is cowardly and bad, this is the kind of person he is talking about.

After he was happy, he looked at the altar table that he had not yet removed. Could it be that his confession during the day had some effect?

Wool Roll stared at the incense burner for two seconds, then walked over and lit three more incense sticks. After kneeling and kowtowing three times, he put the incense in the incense burner.

"Don't break, don't break..." The wool roll prayed softly and let go.

But what happened was counterproductive. As soon as he took it away, the three incense sticks were cut off at the same time, just like they were during the day.

Wool Roll looked stunned, "How could that be!" The hair on his body had healed. Doesn't this prove that the resentment should be dissipated? Why can’t I light the incense?

Wool Roll anxiously scratched his bird's nest-like hair, his mind a mess, "Is it because the time is too short? How about I wait two minutes and try again?"

Because he was too entangled with this issue, he didn't notice at all that the black figure half a man's height had gracefully walked behind him step by step.

Downstairs, Feng Ce finished processing the work emails and turned to look at Wen Qi, only to find that the latter was staring at the small building intently. He frowned unhappily, raised his hand and pinched her chin to turn her around. He leaned forward and kissed her.

"We haven't seen each other for a day." Feng Ce bit Wen Qi's lips and asked in a low voice, "Don't you miss me?"

Wen Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What's the matter with you? I'm doing business here."

Feng Ce lowered his head and kissed me again, with a hint of accusation in his tone, "You didn't even look at me or talk to me much all night."

Wen Qi died unjustly, "I thought you were busy."

"We're done now." Feng Ce lowered his head and blocked her mouth.

For a moment, the only sounds left in the car were the sound of lips and teeth mingling with each other, and the increasingly heavy breathing.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more heated, the two of them gradually forgot about themselves... Suddenly there was a scream from upstairs.

Wen Qi opened her eyes with excitement. Before she could push Feng Ce away, the soul power spread out. When she saw the scene upstairs, she took a breath of air.

Feng Ce let her go and put his forehead on her shoulder to wait for it to cool down, but within two seconds he turned his head and bit her snow-white neck, humming in his heart, how heartless.

Wen Qi subconsciously raised her hand and kneaded the back of his neck twice, trying to comfort him.

In the end, Feng Ce was really coaxed, he closed his eyes quietly and stopped moving.

At this time, upstairs, Wool Roll fell to the ground with bloodstains all over his body, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Xiao Hei still had a hunting attitude on his face, circling back and forth around the wool roll, as if looking for the angle to kill him.

Wen Qi quickly controlled her soul power and stepped forward to comfort Xiao Hei, "Okay, you can't kill. Although our family is a related household, we can't go too far. There are so many pairs of eyes looking at our family!"

Xiaohei's eyes were fixed on the wool roll, as if unwilling to give in.

Wen Qi continued to persuade, "Let's not be anxious. This kind of person will definitely go to hell. His days of suffering will be later." After a pause, she suggested, "If you really don't feel relieved, you can leave him some resentment. It’s much more uncomfortable to let him live and suffer than to die all at once.”

Xiao Hei's eyes flashed, and he spit out a pitch-black ball, which landed on Wooljuan's body and merged into his body in the blink of an eye.

Wen Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, "Okay, let's go home." With this grievance, Wool Roll will not die, but he will definitely be tortured day and night in the future. How long he can persist depends on his own perseverance .

Autumn has arrived in a blink of an eye, and preparations for Yangyang's first birthday party are about to begin.

Zhang Zhenyan and Wen Qi discussed it and didn't plan to make it big. It would be just a few people at home and inviting some close friends to come and have fun at home.

While the two were discussing, Yangyang came over, looked at them eagerly, and shouted: "Grandpa!"

The living room was quiet for a while before Wen Qi asked, "Does Yangyang miss your great-grandfather?"

Yangyang nodded, his eyes as bright as black grapes, "Yes! Grandpa!" After saying that, he pursed his lips in grievance, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

Wen Qi thought for a moment, "Auntie will take you to find great-grandpa?"

Yangyang's face immediately changed, with water splashing at the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up first.

Zhang Zhenyan was a little worried, "He is so young, can he do it?"

Wen Qi smiled and nodded, "It doesn't matter, Yangyang has a special physique, so don't worry. Speaking of which, I have something to ask you."

Zhang Zhenyan looked over doubtfully, "Sister-in-law, tell me."

Wen Qi hugged Yangyang and said, "I want to wait until Yangyang is three years old and let him learn spells and cultivate his soul power with me."

Zhang Zhenyan was not surprised at all. She knew this day would come when Wen Qi gave the kid to Yangyang. After all, Yangyang's talent is there, and it would be a real waste not to become a heavenly master.

She glanced at Yangyang, smiled and said to Wen Qi: "Then please sister-in-law, please worry more."

Wen Qi knew that she would not refuse, but she was still pleasantly surprised when she heard it, "Thank you." A hint of narrowness flashed in her eyes, "It will also make time for you and Feng Xiao. Our Feng family still needs a little princess. Woolen cloth."

Zhang Zhenyan's face suddenly turned red, "Sister-in-law!"

After Feng Xiao came back in the evening, Wen Qi told Yang Yang about taking him to see Mr. Feng. Feng Xiao's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Can I go too?"

"Of course not." Wen Qi was very speechless, "Where is your local government, where any living soul can enter? Yangyang is talented and young. With me protecting him, he can naturally guarantee 100% safety. Even if you Alright."

Feng Xiao sighed in disappointment, "Then please help me tell my grandfather that my club is getting bigger and bigger, and I have a good relationship with my family and friends, so he doesn't have to worry about us."

Wen Qi nodded, "Don't worry."

At night, when Yang Yang fell asleep, Wen Qi summoned his soul and went with Feng Ce to the underworld's Fengdu City, where Mr. Feng lived.

Unfortunately, when they passed by, there was no one at home. After asking around, they found out that the old man fell in love with playing mahjong and went there almost every day.

On the way to the mahjong parlor, Wen Qi recalled and asked, "Did Grandpa have this hobby before?" Anyway, she had not seen the old man play in the past few years since she married into the Feng family. Maybe it was because she was old and lacked energy. Just quit?

Feng Ce didn't have any specific impression. There were only a few people in their family, and they couldn't even fit a table together. Anyway, he had never seen his grandfather playing mahjong.

"Maybe it was a hobby when I was young."

Ten minutes later, Wen Qi found Mr. Feng on the second floor of the mahjong parlor with Yang Yang in his arms.

If she hadn't been familiar with the old man's soul aura, she would not have been able to tell who was who at this table. This table had probably been playing for a long time, and everyone's face was covered with yellow notes.

At first glance, they look exactly the same, like quadruplets.