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As soon as Jiang Luo finished speaking, cheers rang out in the square. The students were obviously full of curiosity and interest in everything in the ghost town, especially when they heard that they could move freely tomorrow, they were even more excited.

Huo Yancheng stood beside Jiang Luo and laughed softly, "It seems that everyone is more interested in the ghost town than we thought."

Jiang Luo nodded, with some satisfaction in his eyes: "Yes, the prosperity of Ghost Town today is also the result of everyone's joint efforts. I hope they can learn something here and broaden their horizons."

Huo Yancheng gently shook Jiang Luo's hand and said softly, "You have done a great job. Ghost Town is what it is today, thanks to your efforts."

Jiang Luo smiled and said nothing more. He knew that the prosperity of the ghost city was inseparable from the efforts of every ghost cultivator, and as the city lord, he was just a part of it.

In the square, the students have started to enjoy the food of the ghost town. Although the food is different from that in the human world, the students are enjoying it. The residents of the ghost town are also communicating with the students enthusiastically, telling them about the history and culture of the ghost town.

Nie Xiaoqian skipped to Jiang Luo's side, looked up and asked, "Brother Jiang Luo, can I take the students to visit other parts of the ghost town tomorrow?"

Jiang Luo smiled and touched her head, then nodded and said, "Of course, but you have to be careful and don't take them to any dangerous places."

Nie Xiaoqian nodded happily, turned around and ran back to the students and began planning tomorrow's itinerary.

Huo Yancheng looked at Nie Xiaoqian's back and said with a smile, "Xiaoqian is becoming more and more like the little master of Ghost Town."

Jiang Luo also smiled and said, "Yes, he is now a veteran in the ghost town and is very familiar with everything here. I feel relieved to have him lead the students."

As the two were talking, Bai Quan came over with a list in his hand. He nodded to Jiang Luo and said, "City Lord Jiang, the students' accommodation has been arranged. I will take them there later."

Jiang Luo nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Baiquan. Remember to remind them to be careful during their free time tomorrow and not to go too far."

Baiquan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will arrange for people from the Baiquan Society to follow them and make sure nothing goes wrong."

Jiang Luo nodded. He had always been confident in Bai Quan's ability to do things.

Soon, after the students finished their meal, Baiquan took them to the ghost town's homestay area. The ghost town's homestay area is built on the edge of the ghost town, with a quiet environment, very suitable for rest. The students followed Baiquan and excitedly discussed what they saw and heard today.

Jiang Luo and Huo Yancheng stayed in the square. Looking at the students gradually going away, Jiang Luo sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" Huo Yancheng asked.

Jiang Luo shook his head and smiled: "Nothing, I just feel that time has passed so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the ghost town has grown so big."

Huo Yancheng nodded and said, "Yes, it was just a small ghost village at the beginning, and it was still desolate. But now it has become a paradise for ghost cultivators."

Jiang Luo smiled, with some emotion in his eyes: "In fact, the prosperity of the ghost town is inseparable from the efforts of every ghost cultivator. I just did what I should do."

Huo Yancheng gently squeezed Jiang Luo's hand and said softly, "You've done a good job. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Jiang Luo nodded, leaned on Huo Yancheng's shoulder, and said softly: "With you by my side, I feel that everything is worth it."

Huo Yancheng smiled and gently put his arm around Jiang Luo's shoulders. The two stood quietly in the square, enjoying this rare quiet time.

At night in the ghost town, the stars are shining brightly and there is a faint gloomy atmosphere in the air, but it does not make people feel eerie and scary. Instead, it has a mysterious beauty.

Huo Yancheng's eyes were full of affection, and there was a strong desire in them. Under the starry sky, he hugged Jiang Luo, kissed the corner of his lips gently, rubbed his cheek and whispered in his ear: "Wife, I miss you so much..."

This implied that Jiang Luo didn't even need to ask, as he already knew what he wanted to do.

When he was with Huo Yancheng, Jiang Luo didn't need to be shy or hide anything. He put his arm around Huo Yancheng's waist and said with some attachment: "Well, let's go home."

Their previous home in the ghost town was still kept for them, so Huo Yancheng picked him up without saying a word and flew towards the mountains in the north of the city.

Now, 3% of the D Hualing Mountain has been built, but his City Lord Mansion has not yet been completed. At this time, they can only live in the original villa.

After returning to the villa, they found that the ghost cultivators had decorated the courtyard for them very elegantly. Not only did they plant many beautiful peach trees, but they also hung rattan swings and colorful flowers all over the ground.

Jiang Luo looked at the scenery of the small courtyard and said, "It's very beautiful! They really put a lot of thought into it."

Huo Yancheng held him in his arms and walked around the courtyard, saying, "You are their backbone. They love you from the bottom of their hearts, so they treat your affairs as their own."

The ghost cultivators have already worshipped Jiang Luo as a god, especially after that great battle, Jiang Luo has been deeply rooted in their hearts.

Jiang Luo chuckled and said, "Then I really don't deserve it."

Huo Yancheng said: "Don't forget, if it weren't for you, Zhuo Erqun would have destroyed the ghost town. After that, not only would the living beings be destroyed, but countless ghosts would also be wiped out because of him."

Jiang Luo nodded lightly, of course he understood the ghosts' admiration for him.

After talking for a while in the yard, Huo Yancheng carried him back to the room on the second floor.

Jiang Luo smiled softly and said, "Fortunately, I can only bear small spiritual fruits once. Otherwise, in this situation, would I have two in three years and three in five years?"

Huo Yancheng raised his eyebrows at him and asked, "Do you like children?"

Jiang Luo replied: "I didn't like it before, but now when I see Ah Han and Ah Nuan, my heart is melting."

Huo Yancheng put him on the bed, hummed softly, and whispered in his ear: "Although we can't reproduce, we can repeat the development process several times."

Jiang Luo nestled into his chest shyly and whispered, "Do you like it?"

Huo Yancheng responded: "Well, I like everything about you. What about you? Do you like me?"

Jiang Luo responded: "Of course, I like you very much."

Huo Yancheng smirked: "Then which one do you like better, me, Fan Wujiu, or Lu Qing?"

Jiang Luo was speechless, but still said calmly: "Of course it's you!"

Huo Yancheng was very satisfied. He grabbed his hand again, put it on his body, and asked, "Then... between me and them, who is stronger?"

Jiang Luo was stunned, wondering what the question was.

In fact, there is no point in comparing strength. They are all very strong, but in terms of technology, Huo Yancheng, the innocent boy, is still slightly inferior to the other two, especially Fan Wujiu, because most of the calamity of physical desire fell on him.

Seeing Jiang Luo didn't say anything, Huo Yancheng felt a little sad and asked, "Could it be that in your heart, I am really not as good as them two?"

Jiang Luo quickly denied: "No, no, of course not! But this kind of thing, the stronger it is, the better! I like yours the most..."

Huo Yancheng was not comforted. He said aggrievedly, "Sure enough, sure enough, in your heart I am not as good as those two!"

Jiang Luo thought, does it have to be this good?

Just as he was about to say something else, he felt someone getting closer and closer, and was already eager to take action.

The night was as dark as ink. The moonlight filtered into the room through the gauze curtains, casting a hazy glow over the interior.

Jiang Luo half-leaned on the soft bed, his jet-black hair scattered on the pillow, making his skin look white as snow, with a hint of helpless laziness and charm between his eyebrows.

Huo Yancheng stood beside the bed, staring down at him condescendingly, with a blazing flame burning in his deep eyes, as if he wanted to devour him whole.

His slender fingers gently stroked Jiang Luo's cheek, and the warmth from his fingertips made him tremble slightly.

Jiang Luo raised his eyes and met his aggressive eyes. His heart beat faster involuntarily. They had been married for two years, but every time he faced Huo Yancheng, he couldn't help but get nervous.

To be honest, Huo Yancheng is really his ideal type. He is so gentle, so considerate, and makes his heart beat so fast. If it weren’t for Huo Yancheng, those two guys would have to stand aside and eat dust.

But there was nothing I could do. Those two were good at forcing love, and I couldn't resist...

Huo Yancheng's lips curled up into an evil smile, and he leaned closer to him, his warm breath spraying on his ears, and his deep voice was a bit teasing: "Jiang Luo, you say... am I strong?"

Jiang Luo pursed her lips and turned her head away, not wanting to answer the question.

He knew Huo Yancheng's character. Once he started, he would not give up easily. However, his silence aroused his stronger desire to conquer.

Huo Yancheng chuckled, sliding his fingers down his cheek and gently pinching his chin, forcing him to turn his head and look at him.

Although it was an extremely domineering action, it was extremely gentle when done by Huo Yancheng.

"Why, you don't dare to answer?" His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of provocation and temptation, "Or... do you really think I'm not strong enough?"

Jiang Luo's breathing stagnated slightly, and he felt the force of his fingertips increase a little, and his heartbeat became more rapid. He knew that if he didn't give him a satisfactory answer tonight, he would never let him go. But he didn't want to compromise easily, especially at this time.

Seeing that he was still silent, Huo Yancheng's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head and kissed him on the lips. His kiss was overbearing and hot, as if to take away all his breath. Jiang Luo was a little breathless from his kiss, and put his hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but he grabbed his wrists and pressed them on his head.

His kiss gradually moved down to his neck, biting it gently, causing him to shudder. Jiang Luo couldn't help but hum softly, the sound was soft and weak, but it made Huo Yancheng's movements more wanton. His palm slid down along his waistline, his fingertips gently caressing his sensitive skin, bringing waves of tingling touch.

"Huo Yancheng..." Jiang Luo's voice was trembling a little. He wanted to stop him, but was interrupted by him.

"Answer me." His voice was low and hoarse, with a force that could not be refused, "Am I strong?"

Jiang Luo bit her lower lip tightly and refused to speak. Seeing this, Huo Yancheng's eyes darkened and he increased the strength of his hands, causing him to cry out softly.

His kiss fell again, this time even more passionately, as if to melt him completely. Jiang Luo was dizzy from his kiss, and could hardly think, so he could only let him do whatever he wanted.

"Tell it or not?" His voice was somewhat threatening, but his hands were gentle, as if he was giving him one last chance.

Jiang Luo finally compromised, his voice as thin as a mosquito: "You...you are strong."

Huo Yancheng chuckled, obviously not satisfied with this answer. He lowered his head and bit his earlobe, his voice low and ambiguous: "Not sincere enough. Say it again."

Although it was a forced question, it also had a bit of coquettishness. It was really hard to resist when a man was bewitched.

Jiang Luo was forced to have nowhere to escape, so he could only speak again, his voice somewhat helpless: "You are very strong."

Huo Yancheng still refused to give in. He gently stroked his lips with his fingers and asked in a coaxing voice, "Compared with them?"

Jiang Luo knew what he was asking, and felt helpless. He knew that if he didn't give him a satisfactory answer, tonight would be difficult to end. He took a deep breath, and finally compromised, his voice as light as a sigh: "You are the strongest... Okay?"

Huo Yancheng's lips curled up into a satisfied smile, and he lowered his head to kiss his lips, his movements gentle and lingering. His palms gently stroked his body, causing waves of tremors. Jiang Luo was kissed so hard that he could hardly think, and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

As the night deepened, although the ghost town was still bustling with activity, the temperature in the room gradually rose. Huo Yancheng's movements became more and more passionate, as if he wanted to swallow him whole. Jiang Luo was almost breathless from his kiss, and his hands tightly grasped his shoulders, his fingertips deeply embedded in his skin.

"Huo Yancheng..." His voice was a little pleading, but it made him even more excited.

"Say it again." His voice was low and hoarse, with a force that could not be rejected, "Who is the strongest?"

Jiang Luo was forced into a situation where he had nowhere to escape. He could only speak again, his voice somewhat helpless: "You are the strongest... Huo Yancheng, you are the strongest..."

Huo Yancheng was finally satisfied, but he had no intention of letting him go. He still held his hands tightly, smiling gently but forcefully, and bewitched in his ear: "My dear wife, you said this yourself. You must remember that in your heart, I will always be the strongest."

There were tears in the corners of Jiang Luo's eyes, and the peach blossom color at the end of his eyes became more and more obvious. The wet corners of his eyes were the tears that flowed when he couldn't control himself, but his eyes were still full of admiration for Huo Yancheng.

At this time, Huo Yancheng still didn't hurt him at all. This was what he liked most about him: he was sensible and strong, and always knew where his bottom line was.

There was a faint, almost imperceptible scent of flowers coming from outside the window, lingering around the noses of the two affectionate figures.

Huo Yancheng's movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was treating a precious treasure.

His fingertips gently stroked Jiang Luo's skin, bringing waves of tingling sensation, but just enough to avoid anything that might make him uncomfortable.

Under his control, Jiang Luo gradually relaxed her body, allowing him to lead her to fly over the mountains and across the valleys.

The sky is full of stars, the night is slightly cool, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air is growing stronger.

Huo Yancheng's breathing became rapid again, and his kisses fell on Jiang Luo's neck and collarbone, each with a scorching temperature. Jiang Luo couldn't help but hum softly, the sound was soft and weak, but it made Huo Yancheng's movements more wanton.

"Husband..." Jiang Luo's voice was trembling a little, as if she was begging, but also as if she was enjoying it.

Huo Yancheng's lips curled up into a smile, and he lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Be good, don't be afraid, I will make you comfortable."

His voice is low and gentle, always with a hint of bewitching charm that always makes people fall into it.

Jiang Luo's heartbeat became more and more rapid, and he held his shoulders tightly with both hands, his fingertips deeply embedded in his skin. However, Huo Yancheng's movements were still gentle, as if he was treating a fragile treasure.

There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air, and Huo Yancheng's movements became more and more passionate, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

Jiang Luo was almost breathless from his kiss. He grasped his shoulders tightly with both hands, his fingertips deeply embedded in his skin.

Until late at night, until all things came to rest, until the end of time, until Jiang Luo was so tired that he fell asleep, Huo Yancheng slowly pulled over a quilt and carefully covered him with it.