Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

(Read the previous chapter first)

He fell into Qi Wu Yue's arms, his phoenix eyes filled with tears. He raised his head and looked at Qi Wu Yue with hurt eyes.

Qi Wu Yue: ...

Qi Wu Yue: What did I do to you?

Someone was gritting his teeth in anger when suddenly a dark thought came to his mind.

Force Qi Wu Yue to eat his saliva.

Eat it... without disgust.

He stared at Qi Wu Yue's beautiful lips, swallowed silently, and couldn't help but bend his palms that were pressed into the quilt, his finger bones spasming with excitement.

He turned his face away, lowered his eyes, concealed all the unbearable thoughts, maintained that hurt look, and whispered: "My saliva is not dirty."

Qi Wu Yue nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah."

Lingzi hugged her knees, curled up like a snowball, with a resentful look in her eyes:

"Brother, I haven't had a forehead kiss in three days."

They always kiss each other on the forehead before going to bed, but during the three days of the conflict, they didn't do that even once.

It was a huge loss.

Qi Wu Yue stretched out his finger, poked his puffy little face, and said sarcastically: "You have backbone, who do you blame?"

It’s not something I did myself.

Someone gently pulled Qi Wu Yue's sleeve and said anxiously, "Three days of kissing need to be made up."

Qi Wu Yue raised an eyebrow and leaned back, "Who wants to make it up to you?"

"Brother, brother, brother...I need to make up for it."

Someone softened his voice, and called out in a coquettish and pitiful voice.

"No."

Qi Wu Yue pushed away a certain coquettish creature with a finger, chuckled and uttered two words.

Lingzi:~＞_＜~

"Brother~"

"Brother~"

He tried to arouse his brother's love, but his brother was as hard as iron.

Qi Wu Yue shook her white fingers, and her beautiful lips opened and closed to utter heartbreaking words: "No, make up."

"It's no use acting like a spoiled child. Just go to sleep."

The disappointed little clingy creature hugged the quilt, looking aggrieved and pitiful.

She obediently hugged the small quilt, snuggled up beside Qi Wu Yue, raised her head, and gently kissed Qi Wu Yue on the cheek.

A soft, quiet and well-behaved child is showing his kindness.

"Then brother...good night."

……

"Tsk."

"come over."

There was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

Lingzi opened her bright and round eyes.

"I like my brother the most."

He took the initiative to push away the loose hair on his forehead and looked at Qi Wu Yue expectantly with his phoenix eyes.

Qi Wu Yue paused as he leaned forward: "...Close your eyes."

Lingzi just closed her eyes.

Like a good baby, I tilted my head back, waiting for his forehead kiss.

Soft, falling like a feather.

Three times.

For the last time, he tilted his head slightly, and the last kiss successfully landed between the eyebrows.

……

After making up for the kiss on the forehead, Lingzi returned to sleep in Qi Wu Yue's arms, burying her head in her brother's arms.

While Qi Wu Yue was asleep, he used his face to rub open the collar of Qi Wu Yue's inner clothes and pressed his soft little face against Qi Wu Yue's skin.

I like my brother the most.

He sighed softly in his heart.

A certain clingy creature knows what's going on.

He heard some sword cultivators discussing in the inn today that even the Immortal Lord and the Demon Lord were coming to compete for the meteorite.

Two annoying guys came down, especially the latter, who shamelessly had evil intentions towards his brother.

How could he quarrel with his brother at this time? He must not give them any chance to take advantage of him!

We must reconcile and stick closely to our brother!

You can't make a fuss. After all, my brother only responds to soft words and not hard words.

Someone used tears and coquettishness to successfully reconcile with his brother before his love rival arrived.

(I'm still coding, after all, the image of the Demon Lord is a new one and I need to figure it out for a while)

(Those who stay up late can read the whole thing)

It's a sunny day.

It would be even better if someone in front of me could die on the spot.

Young Xiao Lin narrowed his eyes and thought.

The man was tall, wearing a fluttering black and gold robe. He had an imposing presence, broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs. A divine and demonic pattern between his eyebrows lay on a face that was as finely crafted as a work of art.

His facial features were handsome and three-dimensional, as if they were carved from stone. The presence of the divine and demonic patterns did not seem abrupt at all, but instead added a bit of arrogance and conceit.

At that time, the feathers were not even half the height of his waist.

The shadow he cast completely obscured the shadow of the young boy Xueyu.

The demonic aura emanating from his body was so terrifying that the surrounding sword cultivators turned pale and fled in panic.

The huge inn was originally bustling with hundreds of monks, people coming and going, and the noise was deafening, but all of it was gone in an instant.

Except for a delicate-looking child of about six years old, who was dressed elegantly, had a fearless expression, and a deep look of disgust in his eyes.

Seeing a familiar and annoying villain, the Demon Lord grinned with his thin scarlet lips, laughing ostentatiously and wantonly, and spoke in a long voice.

"Why are you making such a stern face?"

"When you see your brother-in-law, why don't you greet him and say hello?"

The Demon Lord shook his head pretentiously: "Tsk tsk, rude. Let me teach you a lesson on your brother's behalf?"

He stared at the round little head with his devilish eyes lowered. He couldn't see the expression on the person's face, so he stretched out his hand without hesitation, ready to grab the little guy in front of him by the collar and lift him up.

By the way, let me also criticize his height.

Let him stop having delusional thoughts and coveting things that are not suitable for his age.

Lingzi never hides his feelings and possessiveness towards Qi Wu Yue in front of his rival.

Even for some rivals with questionable IQ and blind eyes, he would even kindly take the initiative to share the whole process of how he attacked dissidents and discredited his rivals.

After all, he also needs the hostility of his rivals that is difficult to conceal to maintain his image as "weak, pitiful, and dangerous" in front of Qi Wu Yue.

The rival, who was so angry that he was about to explode, looked at the tiny little kid in front of him, feeling angry, but he couldn't hit him, which made him feel very frustrated.

Young Xiao Lin did not even raise his head at the Demon Lord's actions, and spoke lightly as if he had anticipated it.

"I'll tear this arm off and say it was you who did it."

As he spoke, he shook his left arm as if in protest.

The thin, fragile arms of a little child.

The Demon Lord paused for a moment as his hand rested on the child's collar. He narrowed his demon pupils and perfunctorily loosened his wrinkled collar. He even took the initiative to open it twice, suppressing his unhappy emotions and said:

"Come on, brother, calm down and don't be so serious."

Damn kid, that’s so cruel.

He said in a lazy and uninhibited voice, "We will be a family sooner or later. Come, Brother, take a look and see if you have grown crooked recently."

The Demon Lord squatted down, looked at the young Xiao Lin, lifted his little face with his hands and looked him up and down, evaluating him with his narrowed demon eyes.

He was obviously not happy with what he saw.

The devilish aura in his narrow eyes was blatant and unbridled. He slapped the child's face with the back of his hand in a threatening manner and sneered:

"Poor kid, he's cute again."

Demon Lord, be fair.

This annoying little kid is so delicate and cute that women are melted by his cuteness and feel pity for him.

Even a grown man couldn't help but lower his voice when he saw it, as he didn't want to scare him by speaking too loudly.

The Demon Lord touched his chin, feeling extremely regretful.

Why can't it grow a little crooked?

Grow a little bit smaller.

It’s best to be ugly and unpopular.

Young Xiao Lin raised his eyes indifferently. Although he tilted his head back, there was an extremely impolite and provocative look in his phoenix eyes, and he sneered nonchalantly.

"Uncle, he looks a little old."

Everyone in the inn had moved away, and there were only two people in the lobby at this time, which was unusually quiet.

Xiao Lin returned to his chair and continued to eat his slightly cold breakfast slowly.

The Demon Lord sneered, picked up a chair, straddled his long legs, and sat on the chair with his legs open in a heroic manner.

He crossed his arms, looked unfriendly, and stared at the little kid in front of him.

The dignified Demon Lord was provoked by a tiny kid like this. If it were any other child, he would have broken his little neck and sent him to reincarnation.

But this one.

Haha, if I clapped my hands twice and used too much force, I’d be afraid that he would blackmail me.

A black-hearted little thing, full of bad intentions,

The longer it grows, the cuter it becomes, but the longer it grows, the more annoying it becomes.

Under the Demon Lord's watchful gaze, a certain little snowball was not affected at all and finished his breakfast gracefully.

Then he took the loving breakfast he brought for his brother and prepared to go upstairs.

As I passed by the tall, dark figure, I took a quick glance at him.

"Not only does she not know how to take care of herself at her old age, she also dreams of unrealistic dreams every day."

No matter how young he was, he was only a little over 200 behind his brother.

However, the Demon Lord is a full thousand years older than his brother.

A real old man.

The Demon Lord gnashed his teeth fiercely: "You little brat, with your small body, you think you are a man? You haven't even grown up yet, and you dare to snatch people from me."

"I'll beat your butt one day while your brother is away."

"Tell your brother again that you are a little wolf with evil intentions. Sooner or later he will throw you away and won't let you in the door!"

He lashed out a bunch of harsh words with great pleasure, and all the frustration he had felt from being cheated for many years finally came to an end.

Xiao Lin, who had just stepped onto the first step of the wooden ladder, suddenly turned around. There was a subtle and sharp murderous intent in his eyes, as if a golden red flame was burning, which was creepy.

He is obviously just a little kid whose hair hasn't even grown out yet, but he has a maturity that doesn't match his age. He is deep-minded and scheming.

Xiao Lin ran his fingers over the spiritual power shield that maintained the temperature of the food and sneered coldly, as if he was laughing at the Demon Lord's naivety.

He raised his eyes and said lightly, "A man? In my brother's eyes, is there any difference between him and a dead person?"

Little do you know that your so-called advantage is actually your biggest disadvantage.

From the very beginning, I completely lost the opportunity to contact my brother.

A fool who doesn't know it.

My brother may seem lazy and have a bad taste for teasing others, but he is actually extremely cold when it comes to emotions.

He had no interest in women, and even less interest in men, but he had an extra dose of murderous intent.

Perhaps because there were many Gu women in southern Xinjiang, he had a natural liking and indulgence for the little girl, even though there were a few female hooligans in southern Xinjiang who hugged Qi Wu Yue's thighs and touched his beautiful toes which were as cold as jade.

The end result was just getting kicked out and nothing happened.

But if it were a man with bad intentions, such an action would probably be enough to kill him ten times.

To sum up, the female licker was pushed away and kicked away.

Men with bad intentions are hooligans, and they usually kill anyone they can.

Since you can see the brightness of the moon, you should know how cold it is.

Qi Wu Yue has kept himself clean for more than two hundred years. It's not because his destiny has not arrived, but because it is his nature. He is lonely and cold, and has no worldly desires.

Xiao Lin looked at the Demon Lord as if he were looking at an arrogant fool.

It's a waste of effort and there is no hope at all.

Demon Lord: ...What kind of look is that?

Damn, even though what this guy said sounded harsh, it seemed to be true.

There are only two outcomes for those who are attentive to beautiful women.

Being pressed to death and not being pressed to death.

Those who were suppressed were the straightforward and obvious hooligans, the ones who openly acted like hooligans and kept silent about forbidden things.

Those who have not been suppressed to death are usually quite capable and are subtle and restrained in their courtship.

As for him, he was passionate in courtship, enjoyed verbal teasing, and usually never missed a good opportunity to take advantage.

There is only one reason why he has not been killed yet.

Hard to kill.

It can be seen that strength is the most important thing.

The life creed of the Demon Lord is——

It's good for two people to be in love with each other, but it's always better to force yourself to have a taste of the relationship than not to have it at all.

That is to say, those old guys in southern Xinjiang kept hiding Qi Wu Yue's abilities until his strength matured.

If he had met someone a hundred years earlier...

Isn't this just taking advantage of the situation and robbing people?

The Demon Lord thought secretly and decided to carry the person directly to the Demon Realm.

Life is full of ups and downs, and dreaming can satisfy your cravings.

"Where's your brother?" he asked casually.

"Brother hasn't woken up yet." Lingzi looked at him coldly.

"He's still sleeping. That's perfect. I'll go and sleep with him." The Demon Lord raised his leg and was about to go upstairs.

Xiao Lin stretched out his hand to stop him, his expression indifferent: "Brother has always been in a bad mood when he wakes up. With your fragile goodwill, going there will only make brother more annoyed."

He pointed casually: "In my opinion, you might as well go and fight him, so that the many Gu Masters in Southern Xinjiang can recognize your strength."

The Demon Lord looked in the direction of his finger and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The person he was referring to was Xuanwei.

Xiao Lin's eyes were filled with just the right amount of surprise, "Could it be that you are afraid of him?"

The Demon Lord raised his lip in a playful manner: "Provoke me?"

"He's not tall, but he's thoughtful."

"Brother, it's just right for you to hold me up." Lingzi said without even raising his eyelids.

The Demon Lord nodded with a fake smile: "Okay, okay."

Xiao Lin continued in a calm tone, "Are you really scared?"

The Demon Lord clicked his tongue in displeasure, reached out and flicked Xiao Lin's raised head, turned around to look at the white-robed swordsman, and strode forward.

Just say two words clearly.

"Hit him!"

……

Lingzi was very scheming. When she went back, she not only brought breakfast to her brother, but also deepened the mark on her face.

The child's face is tender, so just a little deepening will make the little face look extremely pitiful and miserable.

Someone obediently brought out breakfast for Qi Wu Yue, covered his face with his sleeves as if to accept it, and lowered his head without looking at anyone.

He had to cover the scars on his face without completely covering them up, and he also had to leave some unusual marks, waiting for Qi Wu Yue to discover them.

The weak and poor cub was bullied. He lowered his head and felt aggrieved, with tears on his face but unable to fall.

Qi Wu Yue raised the corners of his lips and turned them down. The smile on his face disappeared completely, and his silver eyes were ice-cold.

His body movements were so fast that he almost turned into a streak of silver light and teleported out of the inn in an instant.

He was aggressive and murderous, and the air pressure around him was terribly low.

Qi Wu Yue kicked the Demon Lord, who was fighting with Xuan Wei, a hundred meters away in the air.

Lingzi slowly wiped off a small pearl from the corner of her eye: the perfect victim gets

Then he leisurely enjoyed the exciting scene of the Demon Lord being beaten.