be my wife

Play the hooligan to the end?

Xiao Li propped his chin with both hands, lying on the table in a daze, thinking whether he should listen to Big Brother Yaomin or not.

Logically speaking, it is true that one should not play hooligans to the majestic Demon King, unless he does not want to live anymore, but Xiaobai is his wife, so it is not considered hooliganism, right?

"What hooligans are you playing?"

"Playing hooligans on Xiaobai... Wait! Mozun? Why are you here?"

Mozun stood outside the window with his arms folded, he could hear Xiao Li's thoughts clearly and plainly.

"I didn't expect you to have such lofty ambitions?"

"I, I'm not playing hooligans, Xiaobai is my wife!" Xiao Li argued.

"Yes yes yes, it's your wife, you can do whatever you want." Mozun spread his hands.

"That's it." Xiao Li stood up, "Mozun, come and find Xiaobai, he is talking with Big Brother Yaomin in the study."

Mozun shook his head, "No, I'm just walking around."

"Walk around casually? The majestic Lord Demon Venerable, just walk around and go to the demon world?" Hearing this tone, it was undoubtedly Xiao Hongpao.

"Madam Xiao's words are different. Now that the Five Realms are peaceful, walking around at any time is conducive to communicating feelings." Mozun turned to look at Xiao Hongpao under the tree.

Xiao Li also stood by the window, "That's right, mother, Mozun and Xiaobai are good friends, and so are the Heavenly Emperor!"

Xiao Hongpao glared at Xiao Li, snorted and left.

Silly son, he even speaks for his rival!

"My mother has a straight temper, Mozun, please be considerate." Xiao Li was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, you continue to think, the deity will leave now."

"Well, Mozun go slowly!" Xiao Li leaned on the window frame, watching Mozun go away.

Alas, peace in the Five Realms, how wonderful!

After walking a few steps, the Demon Lord turned his head and walked towards the Demon Sacrifice Pagoda, strolling in the courtyard as if walking in his own home.

When they arrived at the Demon Sacrifice Tower, the Mozun stopped.

The High Priest who had sensed came out with a scepter. In the heavy snow, a demon stood on the steps, and a demon stood in the snow, facing each other from a distance.

"What is His Majesty Mozun looking for me for?" The high priest's voice was full of vicissitudes.

"500 years ago..." As soon as the demon king spoke, the high priest interrupted him.

"Your Majesty Mozun, there is a definite number in everything, and it cannot be revealed through investigation."

Mozun then stopped talking, took a deep look at the high priest, then turned and left the demon world.

"Why did the Mozun come and leave again?" Bian Yibai put down the pen in his hand and asked.

Yaomin shook her head, "Maybe it's because I'm bored and just wander around."

Bian Yibai stopped talking about this topic, and showed Yaomin the written words.

"Well, I've made a lot of progress." Yao Min looked relieved.

Master Yao Wang is good at everything, it can be called perfect, it is just this handwriting, it is not flattering, I heard from the high priest that Lord Yao Wang was also good at handwriting 500 years ago, but after going to Wuji Void and coming back, I feel that I don’t even have demon writing I will read it. Fortunately, this situation only lasted for a few days, and then it was the omnipotent Lord Demon King, until I saw the handwriting of Lord Demon King...

So, where you can't go, you must not go!

In order to get back the good calligraphy from before, Bian Yibai took the time to practice calligraphy from time to time, in the name of discussing important matters with Yaomin, but in fact he was practicing calligraphy in hiding!

"Master Demon King, the High Priest invites you to go to the Demon Sacrifice Pagoda." Yan Ping's voice sounded from outside the door.

"High Priest, what do you want to do with me?" Bian Yibai saw the High Priest waiting outside as soon as he arrived at the Demon Sacrifice Tower.

The high priest reached out to catch a few flakes of falling snow, and watched the snow slowly melt in his palm.

"Master Demon King, no matter what happens from now on, I hope you can keep your heart and not be afraid or complain." The high priest's eyes looked deeply at Bian Yibai through the hood.

Bian Yibai's heart suddenly tightened, feeling a little sad for no reason.

Snowflakes fluttered and the wind suddenly picked up.

Snowflakes are like reed flowers, catkins, and downy seeds of dandelions in the human world.

Many images suddenly flashed in Bian Yibai's mind, fast and blurred, and only one could be seen clearly - in the heavy snow, Xiao Li with short hair was sleeping in his arms, his face was pale and lifeless, everything around him It's all strange, with white buildings, people in white clothes coming and going, and the sound of "whooping" from far and near.

Bian Yibai covered his chest, and looked blankly at the high priest, but the high priest turned back to the demon sacrifice tower.

What happened?When did that happen?Why are there no related memories?

Bian Yibai left the Demon Sacrifice Tower in a sense of loss, and met Xiao Li on the road, looking at Xiao Li with long black hair, Xiao Li who was wrapped round and tight, looking at Xiao Li who was running towards him with a smile on his face. Li, he opened his hands towards him in a trance.

Being embraced by Bian Yibai, Xiao Li was stunned for a moment, and put his arms around his waist.

"Xiao Bai, let's build a snowman!" In Bian Yibai's arms, Xiao Li raised his head and said to him.

Looking at Xiao Li with white downcast eyes, he suddenly couldn't help himself, and wanted to do something to prove that Xiao Li in his arms really existed. The scene he saw just now made him feel that time and space are disordered at this moment, which is ridiculous , but made him feel tight.

"Xiaobai?" Xiao Li tiptoed to get closer.

Bian Yibai's arms tightened a little, and his expression was a little uneasy.

"Xiaobai, what's the matter with you...uh..."

Xiao Li's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

This, this, this!It's not that he wants to play a hooligan, it's Xiaobai who is playing a hooligan to him!

Bian Yibai's hands let go of Xiao Li's shoulders, but instead clasped the back of his head, fixed him tightly, and invaded his mouth at a different angle.

The snowflakes were still falling, because they didn't pay attention to laying down the enchantment, the fluttering snowflakes fell on the two people's heads and bodies, but they couldn't disturb the two people who were addicted to kissing.

The snow was so heavy and the wind was blowing, it should be cold, but Xiao Li felt that he was hot from the tip of his heart to the top of his head, and then to the soles of his feet, so hot that he was almost smoking.

"Okay." Just when Xiao Li was about to die from the kiss, Bian Yibai finally let go of him, hugged him in his arms, and whispered in his ear.

It wasn't until Bian Yibai dragged him to the open space outside Guanlan Pavilion that Xiao Li came back to his senses and Bian Yibai agreed to build a snowman with him.

It's a pity that Xiao Li, who is absent-minded and in a trance, is destined to be unable to build a snowman for a while.

Xiao Li is staring at Bian Yibai at the moment, his mind is full of——

Xiaobai played a hooligan on me!