Villain, be good! I'm here to give birth to a baby [Quick Wear]

Song Ling'er said firmly: "Grandma would never lie to me!"

Song Ji said: "But she didn't seal my memory at all, but she lied to you and said she sealed my memory."

He sighed again and said in a complaining tone, "I am alone in this world of immortal cultivation, missing you so much."

"Grandma didn't seal your memory?" Song Ling'er felt strange, "But I saw with my own eyes that Grandma did to you--"

"She pretended to trick you."

Song Ji Ke still remembers that after he was thrown out of the Demon Abyss, he wanted to go back in a daze, but he didn't know how to go back.

"Why would grandma lie to me?" Song Ling'er thought, "That shouldn't be the case. Grandma has always been very nice to me."

"Who knows? This magic flower grows by sucking the blood of women as nutrients, especially the kind of women who are easy to get pregnant. I don't believe it can suppress the evil energy in your body."

Song Ji snatched the magic flower from Song Ling'er's hand and kindly reminded her, "Don't listen to your grandma's nonsense. If you eat it, it will hurt your body and make me sad."

However, Song Ling'er didn't believe it and stretched out her hand to take it back, but unfortunately she was pressed down and couldn't straighten her back, so her hand couldn't reach it.

"Give it to me quickly, grandma won't harm me. If I eat it, I can practice Taoism like you humans."

Song Ling'er was so angry that she slapped Song Ji's arm.

"Hiss~ Wife, be gentle." Song Ji closed his eyes in pain. He said, "What's the point of cultivating immortals? It's so boring. You're dying at any time. It's so dangerous. Why don't you just be my wife?"

Song Ling'er refused: "No!"

She just wants to cultivate immortality!

"My dear wife, you...you are a demon. You can't become an immortal. To become an immortal, you must first have spiritual roots. Do you know what this thing is?"

Song Ji wanted to explain it to her and persuade her to give up this idea.

He didn't want anything to happen to the wife he had finally met. Isn't it ridiculous for a demon to practice immortal cultivation when he has nothing to do?

"I know, but I have already started cultivating immortals. Look, I have reached the foundation-building stage. Isn't that amazing?"

Song Ling'er had an expression on her face that looked like she was begging for praise.

However, Song Ji frowned, grabbed her wrist, and used his spiritual sense to explore her body.

"Where did a demon like you get spiritual roots? You don't have any spiritual roots in your body... No, how could there be spiritual roots in your body?"

Song Ji was surprised. He tried a few more times out of disbelief, but there was indeed a spiritual root in Song Ling'er's body, and it was a superior spiritual root.

"Where did you get this spiritual root?"

He held Song Ling'er's wrist tightly and showed an expression of disbelief for the first time.

Song Ling'er muttered, "You hurt me, let go!"

"My dear wife, please tell me about this matter carefully and don't lie to me." Song Ji was serious for once.

Song Ling'er didn't understand, she said: "What are you talking about? This spiritual root is mine. Grandma said that we demons actually have spiritual roots in our bodies as well."

"impossible!"

Song Ji retorted reflexively.

It is normal for everyone to have spiritual roots in their body, but the demons bred in a place like the Demon Abyss do not have spiritual roots and cannot cultivate immortality!

Song Ling'er was so angry at him that her eyes turned red.

"I do not like you being like this."

What's more, she didn't come here to practice Taoism just for him. Otherwise, why would she, a good demon, come here to practice Taoism?

Seeing that she was about to cry, Song Ji hurried over to comfort her: "No, daughter-in-law, that's not what I meant. I just think this matter is too weird, and your grandma... Of course, I'm not saying anything bad about her, but, can you please not trust her too much?"

Song Ling'er asked tearfully, "Why?"

She has been with her grandma since she can remember. She is the little devil raised by her grandma, and in her eyes, her grandma is her only relative.

Song Ji thought for a moment before saying, "This is a bit complicated, so I won't say it."

Song Ling'er: "..."

She turned her head away, ignoring him.

Song Ji leaned over shamelessly: "Wife, let's go to the bridal chamber. Can we talk about anything tomorrow?"

Song Ling'er insisted: "Give me the flowers, or I won't have the wedding night."

Song Ji sighed: "This is not a good thing, why don't you believe me?"

"Humph." Song Ling'er pushed him away and covered herself with the quilt. "If you don't give it to me, I won't spend the wedding night with you!"

"Wife, you..."

As for the grandma that Song Ling'er mentioned, Song Ji actually knew a thing or two about her.

He didn't have a good impression of this so-called grandma.

When he was hunting down the demon cultivator from the Evil Demon Realm, he sensed a hint of danger and knew that there was a demon with unpredictable strength in the dark who had noticed him, so he used the Demon-Slaying Sword to end the battle quickly, take the life of the demon cultivator, and immediately teleport away from the Demon Abyss.

However, he was almost killed by the counterattack of the demon cultivator. Although it was because the demon cultivator used evil magic to imprison him, the more important reason was that the demon who was watching all this secretly took action.

Song Ji tried his best to protect his soul, but it was still shattered, leaving only a trace of consciousness in his body. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the little demon Song Ling'er, he would definitely have been killed by the ruthless demon.

Especially when the demon later sealed part of his memory, he also sealed his gradually recovering immortal power, forcing him to live like a mortal.

Fortunately, the little demon liked him at that time, so the demon did not kill him. However, when he slowly unsealed the seal that the demon had placed on himself... that is, when he recovered his memory bit by bit, the demon noticed it.

That's why he suddenly fell into a coma. The little demon couldn't find the cause and had to throw him out.

Now the demon has used some unknown means to make a superior spiritual root appear in the little demon's body, so that he can practice Taoism like a normal person, and thus can successfully leave the Demon Abyss - the Demon Abyss only traps demons.

Now, when Song Ji saw Song Ling'er, he was happy but also worried.

"Forget it, then there will be no wedding night."

He still didn't want to hand this suspicious magic flower to her.

That night, the two slept back to back, each with their own thoughts.

Song Ling'er didn't think that her grandma would harm her. She thought Song Ji was just thinking too much.

After Song Ji, who was sleeping beside her in the middle of the night, had calmed down his breathing, she quietly opened her eyes and slowly reached for the storage bag on his waist.

She must get the flower, even if she has to steal it!

When she was about to touch the storage bag, Song Ji turned around, and the storage bag in her hand instantly moved away.

Song Ling'er was unwilling to give up, so she held her breath, moved closer little by little, and touched it again.

When they were about to touch each other again, Song Ji suddenly turned back, and put his hand on Song Ling'er's waist. His lips brushed her lips unintentionally, and his hot breath sprayed between the two of them.

Song Ling'er only had eyes for the storage bag. Her body was stiff, maintaining the posture between the two of them, not daring to move, only her fingers trying to touch the storage bag.

At the same time, Song Ji, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, hugged her tightly, took her directly into his arms, and muttered: "Wife..."

At this time, Song Ling'er was still concentrating on stealing things. The moment she finally got the storage bag, only one sentence came to her mind: Got it!

I didn't notice at all that Song Ji's voice was getting louder and clearer...

"…If you can't sleep, we can do something fun."

Song Ling'er's eyes widened in horror, and before she could react, the storage bag disappeared.

The person who was still sleeping kissed her on the lips, put his arms around her waist, and slowly took off her clothes that were in the way.

“Mmm…Mmm—”

Song Ling'er wanted to speak, but her mouth was blocked and she couldn't utter a word. Her hands were also restrained and she couldn't push away the man who suddenly pressed on her.

Song Ji curled his lips and said, "Don't be afraid, your demonic energy won't leak out, I will control the strength."

What happened next happened naturally. She clenched the bed sheet, then loosened it, and then clenched it tightly again...

……

The next day.

Song Jiren was locked outside the door.

His hair was messy, his clothes were in disarray, and there were several obvious scratches on his exposed skin. He looked extremely disheveled, but he looked contented.

After enjoying happiness, it is only natural to suffer a little, Song Ji thought.

He straightened his scattered clothes and messy hair, then ran to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for his wife.

When Song Ling'er woke up from a contented sleep, she saw the breakfast that Song Ji had prepared for her personally - a pile of freshly baked steamed buns.

She walked over, picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. It had no taste, but it became a little sweet after chewing it for a long time, but she didn't like it.

Song Ji looked like he was begging for praise, blinking his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering as he said, "Wife, is it delicious?"

Song Ling'er looked at the steamed bun in her hand and gave up the thought of putting it back. She said against her will, "It's delicious."

She looked around again and asked, "Is there nothing else to eat?"

Song Ji said frankly: "If it's gone, I will just make steamed buns."

He was very proud when he said this, he raised his head and straightened his chest.

Song Ling'er silently put down the steamed bun in her hand.

She didn't know what this man was so proud of. It seemed that she should give him a blow instead of praising him.

Before she could say anything hurtful, Song Ji saw that she didn't want to eat anymore and immediately spoke up: "What's wrong? Is the bun too hot?"

He walked over, picked up the steamed bun, broke off a part, blew on it, and handed it to her after it cooled down.

"I used to love eating this when I was wandering around. It's cheap and filling. I can go hungry for days without dying."

"When I was a child, the grandfather who adopted me sold steamed buns. I helped him sell steamed buns. Later, I learned how to make steamed buns. Grandpa is gone now."

"The only regret is... he has never eaten a bite of the steamed buns I made. I still want to know whether the steamed buns I make are better or his are better. Unfortunately, this question will never be answered."

Song Ling'er was about to pour cold water on him, but she swallowed the words back.

She had heard him talk about this before when she was in the Demon Abyss. The grandfather who took him in and raised him said that he died of a serious illness, but it would be better to say that he died of illness.

Because the truth is that I have no money and no power.

It just so happened that Song Ji now had all his memories, so Song Ling'er couldn't help but ask him a few questions that she had always wanted to ask him.

"After your grandfather died, how did you embark on the path of cultivating immortals?"

"Also, why is your personality so different now than it was before you were ten years old? What on earth have you been through?"

"Finally, what kind of woman do you like?"

The first two questions have nothing to do with the last one.

But Song Ji still answered them one by one with a smile. He didn't think there was anything to hide.

"As for me, I embarked on the path of cultivating immortals purely by accident. After my grandfather died, I had planned to follow in his footsteps and make a living by selling steamed buns in that small village. But things did not go as planned. The demon cultivators appeared and captured the villagers, including me."

"I don't know what they wanted to do with us. Anyway, before they could attack us, some disciples who claimed to be from the Scarlet Sky Sect rescued us and took me to their sect."

"This sect has strange rules for recruiting disciples. They like to adopt orphans like me who have no one to rely on. Maybe they think orphans will be more diligent in cultivating immortals. I am a loser who just wants to go back and sell my steamed buns."

"Until one day I accidentally touched a spirit stone and found out in advance that I was a person with low-level spirit roots. That's when the Chixiao Sect started to pay less attention to me, and I left there easily."

"It's just strange. After touching the stone, I felt unwell. While wandering, I wondered if I had some disease and whether I would die like my grandfather."

"But fortunately, I am lucky. An old man picked me up and took me home to be raised. He told me that this is not a strange disease, but a top-grade spiritual root that I accidentally opened."

"Because that old man was cultivating immortality, he insisted on dragging me along with him, and that's how I started my journey to cultivating immortality."

"As for my personality, it's mainly because that old man is too frivolous. Under his words and deeds, I became what I am now."

"But speaking of the woman I like..." Song Ji stretched out the last syllable and suddenly hugged Song Ling'er, "I definitely like my wife! If I don't love my wife, who else can I love?"

After saying that, he gave the person in his arms a big kiss.

Song Ling'er blushed. She couldn't break free and could only muffle her voice and say, "No, if you really like me, why can't you even give me a flower? You're such a stingy guy...so stingy."

"No, wife, I'm doing this for your own good. You can't eat anything. Wait until I bring this thing back to Changqing Mountain and let that dead thing take a look at it. Once it's confirmed to be harmless, I'll give it to you, okay?"

In his heart, Song Ji still wanted to guard against that demon. What grandma or not, he didn't believe that she was just kind-hearted.

Song Ling'er snorted angrily and turned her head and said, "You bad guy, you are just stingy and don't want to give me the good things! I don't want to spend the wedding night with you anymore!"

It's tiring and there's no benefit.

She kept her word and really didn't let Song Ji in for several days.

Although Song Ji had the strength to break into the room, he also knew his limits. He knew when he could touch her and when he couldn't. He let his young wife calm down alone. There would be plenty of opportunities to go to bed with her in the future, so there was no need to rush.

It just so happened that he discovered some unusual places in the village and planned to play around for a while before returning.

Following the traces he had discovered, he came to a stone cave and said meaningfully, "I never thought that a demon cultivator of the True Demon Realm would be hiding in this small place."

The True Demon Realm is a realm one level lower than the Evil Demon Realm. For a demon cultivator, it is the realm of having successfully transformed into a demon. It is the same realm as an immortal who has successfully transcended the tribulation and ascended to heaven.