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Dachun once said that when he used his love deeply, Wangqing would blow up his heart and devour his flesh and soul.

How the body is, Shuang Jiangnian doesn't know.

But the soul being swallowed should not be what it is now.

At this time, he was standing by the river, with a full beard and tail, and he didn't feel imprisoned, except that his soul was a little cold, everything was fine.

The riverside is full of manjusawa, and the scarlet and gorgeous flowers spread into the depths of the white mist, with no end in sight.

Manzhushahua sees flowers but does not see leaves, which means that heaven and man are separated forever. According to legend, they bloom on the Bank of Wangchuan River and lead the way of the dead.

He is probably dead.

There are countless dead souls like Shuang Jiangnian, walking in the direction of the sound of the river.

They maintained the state at the moment of death, some lost their heads, some had their intestines spilled all over the floor, some were suffering from hunger and cold, and some were dying of old age.

They looked miserable and walked in a hurry, but once they plunged into the Wangchuan River, their painful expressions calmed down, showing peaceful smiles, and finally sank into the lake.

"What will happen after sinking into the river?" Shuang Jiangnian asked.

A voice answered him: "Step into the River of Forgetfulness, erase all pain, quell all resentment, erase the past, enter the six reincarnations, and reincarnate."

"If you don't want to reincarnate?"

"No one doesn't want to be reincarnated. If you don't want to be reincarnated, you have to stay here and bear the pain and pain of dying."

"...But I don't feel sad or hurt." Shuang Jiangnian was at a loss, "I feel better than ever before."

During his lifetime, he was trapped by forgetfulness, and any emotional fluctuations would bring out pain, so he could only endure the never-ending dull pain while suppressing himself.

But now, the soul has jumped out of the body, the pain has disappeared suddenly, and the soul seems to be floating in the nine heavens, so relaxed that he is not used to it.

He can laugh freely, cry freely, and miss someone freely.

If it is said that the dead soul will maintain the state of a person when he dies, then his feeling at that moment...is the deepest love.

Wang Chuan’s voice sounded again: “You can’t stay on the shore forever. After five days, there will be bull-headed and horse-faced souls who don’t want to be reborn, and will put you directly into the way of animals. Affected by the yin energy of the underworld, his soul will naturally dissipate after seven days."

Sitting among the flowers, Shuang Jiangnian seemed not worried at all.

"Someone will come and take me away," he said with a smile.

"Traiding into the River of Forgetfulness is a serious crime that disturbs life and death, not to mention that no living soul can reach the underworld. Stop wishful thinking."

Shuang Jiangnian ignored its threats and asked, "Have you seen Phoenix here?"

The other party is silent.

Shuang Jiangnian went on to say: "She often comes here for a day trip. She comes and leaves, and there is nothing the Yin Cha can do to her."

A person with the power of Nirvana can escape the shackles of life and death, and the underworld cannot trap her, so she can be reborn from the ashes.

"She has stayed here for hundreds of years, wounded countless times, and just jumped into the Wangchuan River a few days ago." The voice said fearfully, "What is your relationship with her?"

Shuang Jiangnian lay relaxed among the manshushahua, the petals were bright red, the soul was white, and the breeze was blowing, the petals outlined graceful patterns on his body.

He did not answer the voice's question, but said firmly:

"I'm going to wait for him."

Later, the island in the middle of the lake where the big toon tree lived became foggy.

The white fog was misty, and a figure emerged in the dense fog. Yan Hualan landed on the island with a pair of ice coffins. The mist condensed between his brows and on his eyelashes, like crystal clear teardrops.

His face was as pale as the cold mist, not like a human, but more like a ghost.

"Forgiveness broke out." Yan Hualan was in a trance, "I...I didn't protect him well."

Da Chun transformed into a human form, frowned, and landed in front of the ice coffin.

The scene of unrestrained plundering of souls was extremely vicious and bloody. He thought he would see broken flesh and souls in the ice coffin.

However, Shuang Jiangnian lay unharmed in the ice coffin, with a peaceful face and slightly heaving chest, as if she was just asleep.

"He's still alive, but he can't wake up." Yan Hualan lowered his eyelashes, water drops fell on the ice coffin, "I can feel that his soul is not here, but in a... very far away place."

"His state is something I have never seen before." Dachun pondered, "The time of his body has returned to before he was 16 years old. He has lost all his ruthless dao cultivation base, and the golden core formed by ruthless dao has also disappeared."

"16 years old." Yan Hualan was stunned, "My brother was 16 years old when he implanted Wangqing."

Da Chun asked: "Have you found the key to unlocking Wangqing?"

Yan Hualan took out the nine thorns, Bai Yuehua and the blood-stained harp hairpin.

The three artifacts floated in the air the moment they were taken out, and they were connected by a faint divine power, they rotated rapidly in a triangle shape, and landed over Shuang Jiangnian's heart autonomously.

The key opened the lock, and a silver mechanical spider almost couldn't wait to escape from his heart.

"Forget, love." Yan Hualan gritted his teeth.

It's what caused my brother so far!

He grabbed Wangqing with his bare hands, snapped off its eight legs, crushed it with his fingertips, then twisted off its torso, and chewed it into crumbs.

According to the logic of time, it is impossible for Wangqing to appear in the body of the 16-year-old Shuang Jiangnian, but without the key, it cannot leave.It has been tortured by the paradox of the law of time for a long time, and it has long been dilapidated. It just escaped from birth, but it was hit hard again.

A tool for becoming a god that existed for hundreds of thousands of years was destroyed in the anger of mortals.

Dachun felt emotional in his heart.

"Can you feel where his spirit is?" he asked.

Yan Hualan said: "I had a dream. I dreamed that my brother could hear the sound of the river between many red flowers."

"There is the Wangchuan River, the place where the souls of the dead are reincarnated." Da Chun said, "There is still time, as long as you have..."

Before the words fell, Qilin's voice came from the dense fog: "As long as you have the power of Nirvana, you can come and go to the underworld at will, and bring him back."

Yan Hualan protected the ice coffin behind him, with a vigilant expression: "Why did the immortal appear here?"

Qilin Xianzun carefully picked up a fiery red egg.

This egg gave Yan Hualan a familiar feeling of being connected by blood.

"...Mom?" he asked in surprise.

Qilin Immortal Venerable nodded, then shook his head.

"I borrowed the power of Nirvana to reshape her body with the essence of the phoenix, but I couldn't recall her soul. This is not her, it's just an empty shell. The power of Nirvana you lost is inside it."

Da Chun reminded him: "Once this egg loses the power of Nirvana, it will wither quickly, and there will be no body left."

"The old man has passed away, I should have come out of the past, otherwise how could there be such twists and turns."

Qilin closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"—take it, please."

Yan Hualan stretched out his hand and touched the phoenix egg.

After regaining the power of Nirvana, his soul left his body, and following the guidance of his heart, he trekked across mountains and rivers to Mount Youdu, and found the place where Manshushahua bloomed.

He knocked over the bull's head and horse's face that was trying to stop him, and saw a figure among the flowers beside the Wangchuan River.

Shuang Jiangnian's white soul fell asleep, his eyes were slightly tired, the tips of his ears were covered with frost, and the corners of his clothes were wet by the water of Wangchuan River.

The living soul can't last seven days in the underworld, and after five days, he has lost consciousness and his soul has become very weak.

But Shuang Jiangnian never entered the River of Forgetfulness, even at the risk of losing his soul, he stayed on the shore, believing that that person would find him and take him away.

Yan Hualan knelt down and hugged her brother tightly.

He took his brother's soul to fight out of the Wangchuan River and flew towards the island in the middle of the lake.

Yan Hua stared intently at his return to the body, until Shuang Jiangnian moved his fingers, showing signs of awakening, and he returned to his body.

The first time he woke up, he saw his brother looking at him tenderly.

The eyes are clear, hiding an imperceptible softness, like the reflection of the moon in the water waves.

The tip of Yan Hualan's nose felt sore.

During the time when I lost my brother, every second was torture, my heart seemed to be hanging on the abyss, only a glimmer of hope.If this hope dies, his heart will never exist again.

He couldn't speak, but just hugged his brother tightly, his arms trembling so hard, as if he wanted to rub him into his body like this.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Just as he was getting into the kiss, Yan Hualan was suddenly bitten hard on the tip of his tongue and kicked out of the ice coffin.

He covered his mouth with one hand and covered his face with the other, looking at his brother with tears in his eyes, his face full of grievances.

But Shuang Jiangnian sat up, covered her lips with her hands, and frowned beautifully, as if staring at a disciple.

"Who are you?" Shuang Jiangnian's eyes were slightly red, full of anger, "How could you do such a thing to me?"

Yan Hualan was stunned: "Brother?"

"Who is your brother?" Shuang Jiangnian took out a handkerchief and wiped her lips.

Yan Hualan caught the strangeness in his eyes, and his heart was empty.

"Brother... don't you remember me?"

Shuang Jiangnian glanced at him, stepped out of the ice coffin, and looked around, as if she didn't pay attention to him at all.

Yan Hualan followed in despair.

Yes, my brother's body has returned to the age of 16. If the memory also returns to the age of 16, then they never met at all.

So many unforgettable past events, did they just disappear?

Shuang Jiangnian's back gradually faded out of the thick fog.

"...don't go!"

Yan Hualan held his hand tightly, her eyes were empty, holding him was like holding the last straw.

Shuang Jiangnian's eyes moved slightly, but she still said indifferently, "I don't have such a younger brother. Who are you?"

Yan Hualan smiled wryly.

He tried his best to adjust his mentality, wrapped his arms around his waist, and then showed a smile that he thought would fascinate all sentient beings.

"—Actually, I am your husband."

Shuang Jiangnian's eyelids twitched.

Yan Hualan cleared his throat, and made his voice low and magnetic: "The story is like this: we met one night, the beauty was down and out, and the hero rescued her. I was moved."

Shuang Jiangnian's eyelids twitched wildly: "You are a hero, and I am a beauty?"

"No." Yan Hualan said affectionately, "I am a beauty, and my brother is a hero. Well, that's right, it was my brother who chased me. Now that you have caught me, you should cherish it."

He pushed back his clothes, revealing half of his shoulders, making a gesture of pity for me.

Shuang Jiangnian wanted to pull his face to see why he was so big.

His eyes revealed killing intent, Yan Hualan was a little embarrassed, and said pitifully: "We have been married for many years, and we even have three children in our arms. You must be responsible to me for the child's father."

Shuang Jiangnian exhaled, suppressed her anger, stomped on him, and broke away from his embrace.

Yan Hualan was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "There are still many sweet details in it, let me tell my brother little by little."

Shuang Jiangnian didn't want to talk to him.

If he really lost his memory, he might be tricked by this smooth-talking peacock so that he can't find the world.

Da Chun fell next to Yan Hualan: "How is it?"

The smile on Yan Hualan's face disappeared, and his expression was downcast: "I lost my memory, he doesn't remember me."

"It shouldn't be like this." Dachun pondered, "Wait for me to look up ancient books."

"No need." Shuang Jiangnian interrupted not far away, "Yan Hualan, come with me."

Yan Hualan's phoenix eyes lit up with surprise: "Brother, still remember my name?"

Shuang Jiangnian sneered: "I still remember you lied to me that you could be resurrected."

After a while, Yan Hualan finally realized.

My brother has no amnesia!

My brother pretended to have amnesia because he was angry with him!

He was stunned by the great surprise, rushed to pick up his brother, threw it up, and caught him in his arms again.

Shuang Jiangnian was about to reprimand this little idiot when he suddenly felt warm liquid dripping down his neck.

Yan Hualan cried with her mouth curled up.

"I thought I really didn't remember me... At that time, I didn't know what to do, it seemed like the sky was falling..."

His inner bewilderment, fear, and joy of regaining his loss were conveyed to Shuang Jiangnian's heart, which made Shuang Jiangnian's heart soften for a while.

How could the peacock demon revered by everyone in the Three Realms be so easily deceived, bullied and cried?

"You lied to me that you can be resurrected so that I can take out Wangqing safely. I know it...but I still can't help being angry." He said in a light tone, "I'm sorry, I made a fuss and scared you."

"Don't apologize, I'm the one who's asshole." Yan Hualan smiled through tears, "Brother is so polite even when he's angry, I like it so much."

In the whole world, this is the only silly peacock who knows that he has been cheated, but still says "I like you" without any grievances.

——a silly peacock who only acts foolishly towards him.

Shuang Jiangnian's eyes softened.

"As long as you can be with my brother, you can bully me in any way you want." Yan Hualan chuckled, "Why don't you pull out some more hairs on me and draw some turtles on my face to calm down?"

Shuang Jiangnian pretended to be cold and hard: "Let me tie you up like a hedgehog, maybe I can consider forgiving you."

Yan Hualan froze for a moment, reluctantly said: "...deal."

Shuang Jiangnian smiled and threw herself into his arms.

"That's all," he rolled his eyes, "just come back."

There was a smile on his face, this sincere smile was not restrained by the pain like before, so he raised the corners of his lips, releasing his joy more presumptuously.

Yan Hualan said that as long as she was with him, anything would be fine.

Why not himself?

Shuang Jiangnian still remembered that beside the Wangchuan River, she gradually lost consciousness in the cold with longing for Yan Hualan.

Opening his eyes again, he saw Yan Hualan's face.

At that time, he wanted to say to Yan Hualan, it's great to be able to see your feelings when you open your eyes.

Also, thank you for letting me wait until my sunshine once again.

After calming down, they sat side by side on the root of the big toon tree and drank the big toon wine openly.

Dachun felt ashamed of taking away Yan Hualan's Nirvana power ahead of time and almost killed them, so he personally dug out the wine of thousands of years of hard work from the roots of the tree, and gave it to Shuang Jiangnian to improve his body. The right is an apology.

After drinking a pot of wine, Shuang Jiangnian quickly rose from the foundation-building stage to the golden elixir stage, and even formed a golden elixir without going through a catastrophe.

... This old monster who has lived for tens of millions of years is even more outrageous than the golden finger given to him by the system.

He thought for a while, and didn't drink the second jug of wine right away, lest he break the fairy world record of being the first to conceive a baby.

"Where is Wangqing?" He asked Yan Hualan.

"It's been taken out."

"where?"

Shuang Jiangnian believed that Wangqing, such a dangerous thing, must be destroyed.Even if it cannot be destroyed, it must be hidden in a secret place, lest it will be reborn in the future and cause harm to the common people.

Yan Hualan took out a handful of sand as small as a fingernail from the peacock feather earrings: "That's all there is left."

"..." Shuang Jiangnian was speechless for a moment, "Did you destroy it?" This is an artifact after all!

"Does brother still want it useful?" Yan Hualan showed her hard white teeth in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I fell in love when I got excited."

"No, it's very good." Shuang Jiangnian laughed and let out a breath of relief, "Just find a place to raise it."

Yan Hualan sprinkled the sand, which was no different from ordinary dust, on the ground, and it was like fertilizing the little fungi.

"I should have been sacrificed to Wangqing, and my spirit and soul should be gone. My body is better now than before." Shuang Jiangnian was suspicious, "You didn't make another deal with Dachun, did you?"

"There is absolutely no such thing!" Yan Hualan raised his hands high, "Da Chun said that my brother's body has returned to the state of a 16-year-old, why it became like this, I don't know."

[hum. ] The system laughed triumphantly, [How can a mundane thing like Dachun be able to perform the miracle of turning back time?Of course it is the credit of this heavenly envoy. ]

When Shuang Jiangnian heard its voice, she felt very cordial: "Is it a system reward?"

At that time in Guguan Mountain, his mind was in chaos. Looking back now, the system did give him two rewards, one was the reward of [eliminating the hidden danger of the destruction of the Kyushu], and the other was the reward of [full favorability].

System: ['Hidden danger' is still alive after all, so the first reward was recovered by Tiandao.But host, you still have my lovely reward! ]

[Full prize of favorability: the initial beauty. ]

[Return the time back to the beginning, before all the bad luck happened, you can make a new choice and move towards a better life. ]

Because of this reward, he can guarantee the integrity of his body and soul, and sit here peacefully.

It was the system that protected him.

Shuang Jiangnian sincerely thanked: "Thank you."

The system is a little shy: [Ahem, if you really want to thank me, come back and join me!As a favorability system, the best thank you gift is that I can get the host's candy. ]

Shuang Jiangnian said: "Don't call me the host anymore, call me Shuang Jiangnian. How about it? Little friend Frost Deer."

[Um! ]

They bid farewell to Da Chun, and Shuang Jiangnian sat on the peacock's back and spread his wings to the demon clan's territory.

During his deep sleep, the Immortal League repelled the demon army, the demon lord and his demon army completely disappeared from Kyushu, and the peace of the three realms returned to previous years.

Shuang Jiangnian asked: "Yan Qing, he..."

Yan Hualan handed him a pearl and a small black stone.

"My father's shark pearl?" Shuang Jiangnian looked at the pearl in surprise, "How did you get it back? What is this black stone?"

"The black stone is Yan Qing." Yan Hualan said.

This was completely beyond Shuang Jiangnian's expectations.

The shark bead fell into the hands of the demon lord. After Yan Qing died, the demon lord lost control and the situation was urgent. Shuang Jiangnian didn't have time to say too much.He asked Xin Yi to watch over Yan Qing's body in order to prevent Yan Qing from resurrecting with shark beads.

Now that the shark bead is intact, Yan Qing has turned into a pebble?

Yan Hualan said: "Xin Yi said that someone took advantage of the chaos and fed Yan Qing with shark beads. After Yan Qing was resurrected, he seemed to be locked up by something, the container shrunk little by little, and he was squeezed little by little... until the end , only this black stone is left. The shark bead fell out, intact."

Shuang Jiangnian could indeed feel the faint vitality and soul fluctuations inside.

He once said that he would lock Yan Qing in a box, but now, Yan Qing is trapped in a pebble that is darker and narrower than the box, and cannot escape from life to life until his soul is exhausted in pain.

It was more ruthless than he originally planned.

A somewhat unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared in Shuang Jiangnian's mind.

"—Jiang Nian's idea is very good, so I will use it for reference."

Shuang Jiangnian was slightly taken aback, and asked Yan Hualan, "Did you hear any sound? A man's voice."

"No." Yan Hualan said.

Shuang Jiangnian was startled.

It seemed to be deep in memory, the voice of Merman's father.

He suddenly understood something.

When I was a child, I heard that the Shark Pearl poured all the emotions of the Sharks. The old elders said that when tears formed into beads, the Sharks would pour a trace of their soul into them.

Legend has it that shark beads have their own will. They will live in the deep sea willingly to protect their fellows, forming an enchantment to protect the temple, and they will also have the effect of resurrecting the dead and bones in order to save their loved ones.

Perhaps the legend is true.

That's right, his merman father hated Yan Qing to the bone, how could he be willing to let Yan Qing be resurrected.

Presumably Yan Qing only knew one thing but didn't know the other, he was thinking about feigning death and using the shark bead and golden cicada to get out of his shell, but he was bumped into by the shark king.

Yan Qing's despair seemed to be coming from the pebbles.

Shuang Jiangnian laughed in a low voice: "This is... the end of the world."

When the evil poison on Quanke Island disappears naturally, he will bury his mother and Shark Pearl on Quanke Island together, and then throw Yan Qing into the deepest part of the trench.

Darkness and coldness will always be with it.

Early spring has arrived, the ice and snow melted in the territory of the Yaozu, the green willows are blowing in the palace of the Yaowang, and the red apricots are peeping at the wall. It is the most beautiful season of the year.

The spring is lingering, arousing the flames in the Yaozu's body, and also arousing the tenderness in their hearts.The frequency of grooming their fur was more than ten times higher than usual, and they suddenly fell in love with singing. There were many courtiers who danced and danced at the last memorial and sang at court.

The much-anticipated Shangsi Festival is coming—it is also the day when the Demon King and the Demon Princess officially join hands.

Their stories were written into dozens of versions of the storybook, which was sung in the court and the public. In the storybook, the demon princess is like a god descending from the earth. When the demon king is in danger, she can always turn into various incarnations, descend to the mortal world, and rescue them. demon king.

Some monsters doubted the authenticity of the script, but soon there were border soldiers who had experienced the battle of the Demon Lord to stand up, proving that Her Royal Highness broke through the formation of all heavenly demons and demons, and even went to the frontline battlefield in person, from the Demon Lord. In his hands, he saved the soldiers and civilians in the city.

As for the princess who has practiced the ruthless way?

In the entire Three Realms, only a few immortal monarchs of the Immortal Alliance knew about this matter, and the Qilin Immortal Venerable forced them to swear an oath of heaven, and buried this secret forever in their hearts.

On the eve of the Shangsi Festival.

Somewhere in the palace courtyard came the sound of wild cats meowing in spring, Yan Hualan felt itchy in his heart, and couldn't help shaking his feathers.

He turned into a peacock the size of a bed, and Shuang Jiangnian took a small comb to comb the gorgeous feathers for him.

When combing his tail feathers, Yan Hualan trembled even more, as if he was about to shake his tail feathers and open his tail at him at any moment.

"Be patient." Shuang Jiangnian patted his wings, "The prime minister said, I can do whatever you want while parading the streets tomorrow."

"It's all broken etiquette!" Yan Hualan yelled in grief and indignation, "Before getting married, we have to wash each other's bodies. It's obviously flirting. If it's like this, who can bear it until tomorrow?"

"I think so too." Shuang Jiangnian shaved off a piece of peacock hair, and said expressionlessly, "Then why not, the broken rules of parading double cultivators on flower boats have also been changed."

Yan Hua languished and fell silent.

The palace attendant reported outside: "His Royal Highness Shuanglu brought a congratulatory gift to Her Royal Highness, saying that it is something Her Royal Highness has always wanted."

"What about others?" Shuang Jiangnian asked.

"Your Highness has already left." The palace attendant replied, "He sent the villain a message, saying, 'Just use it, you're welcome'."

"Bring it in."

The palace attendant brought up the storage ring containing the gift, and then withdrew.

After Yan Hualan combed his hair, he felt that every piece of feather was stained with the smell of his brother's love, and suddenly he felt radiant, and when he went to parade tomorrow, he must be as handsome as anyone before or after.

Next, it was his turn to groom his brother.

A pool was built in the demon king's dormitory, specially for Shuang Jiangnian to live in it after he became a mermaid.

While Shuang Jiangnian was taking off her clothes, Yan Hualan took the storage ring, poured out the contents, and looked at each piece curiously.

"Brother, what is the 'Eighteen Forms of Longyang'?" A pure voice came over.

Shuang Jiangnian had just stepped out of the pond when she heard the words and coughed a few times.

But he has already melted into a fish tail, and his mobility on the shore is not as good as that of a peacock, so he can't grab the picture scroll even if he wants to.

He lay helplessly by the pool, frowning and asked, "Where did you come from? Yuhui looked at things for you again?"

Yan Hualan was innocent: "Shuanglu's joint citizenship gift."

"Eighteen Forms of Longyang" is just one of them, other than that, all kinds of spring paintings, fun utensils and aphrodisiacs are piled up all over the bed.

He finally understood why Frost Deer refused to give it to him in person.

That is clearly because he was afraid of being beaten before he ran away!

In a daze, Yan Hualan opened the scroll, and his face slowly turned red after skimming over the contents.

"'What Her Royal Highness has always wanted'?" Yan Hualan squatted by the pool, and said with a half-smile, "I didn't expect my brother to be so dissatisfied with desire."

"No." Shuang Jiangnian had a headache.

"What is that?" Yan Hualan's phoenix eyes curled up, "Shuanglu said that brother wants it, so it must be groundless. Brother really never thought of wanting these things?"

Shuang Jiangnian thought about it carefully.

……It really is.

For a period of time before, Le Taoqing's "paralyzed dead fish" had always been a pain in his heart. Later, when he double-cultivated with Yan Hualan in the Undersea Temple and exchanged the pill for the system, he really thought about asking Always have something like this...

Shuang Jiangnian's thin and tender ear tips were stained red.

While he was in a trance, he suddenly hummed "um".

"You..." He looked back at Yuwei.

It was Yan Hualan's turn to clean the fish scales for him, but why did Yan Hualan use his hands?

Shuang Jiangnian hid uncomfortably, raised her chin to signal Yan Hualan: "There are special brushes over there."

"Brother has delicate skin and tender scales, it hurts to use a brush." ​​Yan Hualan said seriously, "The most noble scales in the Three Realms, of course only the most beautiful hands in the Three Realms can match them!"

Shuang Jiangnian had no choice but to compromise.

Strange to say, Yan Hualan's hands are not as hairy as a brush, but they are more itchy than a brush.

Shuang Jiangnian had heard about the etiquette of cleaning before marriage. The concubines in the palace had to be cleaned before going to bed. The palace servants were often rude, and treated them like tools that were about to be used. There was too much humiliation and helplessness in it.

The rules in the Demon King's Palace were originally the same, but Yan Hualan insisted on grooming each other, and even discarded the grooming tools, and changed to doing it himself.

A warm palm is far more tender than a cold tool.

When brushing the delicate fish scales on the waist, Shuang Jiangnian could even feel the lines on the opponent's palm, and the fish scales were slightly heated because of the vivid lines.

Shuang Jiangnian buried her face in her arms.

Maybe this is Yan Hualan's carefulness and gentleness?

Just thinking about it, his jaw was hooked up.

"Your face is hot?" Yan Hualan's deep voice was provocative, "Look at me, what brother wants me to do to you, just tell me."

Shuang Jiangnian stared into his affectionate eyes, then looked down... looking at the line of blood under his nose without a word.

Careful and gentle?

It's just that the color batch wants to enjoy it for himself.

Shuang Jiangnian picked up the water to help him wipe off the nosebleed, and found that she was a little used to the naive behavior of this color critic.

After wiping off the nosebleed, he is still handsome and talented.

If you don't say a few outrageous words, the atmosphere can continue to be charming.

Shuang Jiangnian tried her best to forget the image of the naive, and re-brewed the emotions just now.

"I think……"

"What do you want?" Yan Hualan asked.

Shuang Jiangnian caressed his face: "I want to kiss you."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his peach blossom eyes curved into a seductive arc, like a shark in the deep sea lying on the side of a ship, luring sailors into the deep sea with his singing voice.

Because of Wangqing's restrictions, he has been on the defensive side for a long time.

Maybe it's time to show off your aggressiveness and tease this innocent quail?

Sure enough, under the teasing, Yan Hualan's Adam's apple rolled sexyly.

He suppressed his beating heart and asked, "Do you just want to kiss me?"

Shuang Jiangnian was pillowed in the crook of her arms, her wet eyelashes curled up, she looked at him, and let out a wet and soft nasal voice: "Then guess what else do I want?"

Yan Hualan's lips began to tremble.

His face was burning red.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shuang Jiangnian pressed down on the acupoint on the opponent's hand to stop the nosebleed.

Very good, Yan Hualan held his breath and held on with difficulty!

Shuang Jiangnian felt that it was too embarrassing for the innocent quail to ask the other party to answer normally at this time, so she took the conversation, asked herself and answered, "...I still want to bite you."

Yan Hualan's imaginary self smiled evilly: "Just bite, bite tighter, bite me to death."

In reality, Yan Hualan's face was so hot that he could fry an egg, and before he could say a word, he covered his nose and fled in despair.

Seeing his fleeing back, Shuang Jiangnian sank into the pool.

Just now he was able to tease people with a calm face, but he didn't know that his eyes were already full of mist, so he could only fetch cold water to relieve his dryness.

In terms of experience, they are equally blank, but he is better at acting than Yan Hualan.

Shuang Jiangnian closed her eyes, recalling the beautiful and funny look of the big peacock just now.

My head is usually full of yellow waste, and I'm quite shy if I don't see it.The peacock who was teased to explode and still endured is so cute.

He kept saying that he wanted to parade in a flower boat, but in the end the one who was embarrassed must be Yan Hualan himself.

Shuang Jiangnian's guess was correct.

Yan Hualan began to regret before the battle.

All night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, thinking that tomorrow on the flower boat he would not die from blood collapse due to too exciting scenes, and he even thought about how to arrange the doctor, how to fill in the decent cause of death, and how to distribute the inheritance.

In the end, he plans to use the money offensive!

Usually his flower boats arrange for children to scatter flower petals, but this time, he plans to scatter high-grade spirit stones on the street.

These spirit stones were not dug from the national treasury, nor were they taken from the dowry gift for his brother, but the Qilin Immortal Venerable—the Qilin Immortal Venerable felt guilty for them, and in the name of the Xianmeng gift, he gave him 1000 yuan. All the private money saved up over the years was given to them, a total of 140 high-grade spirit stones.

Yan Hualan plans to pass.

As long as he throws out enough money and the festival-goers pick it up diligently enough, no one will pay attention to whether he gets blushed on the flower boat!

The lively atmosphere of the Shangsi Festival begins with the first ray of dawn in the morning.

The little demons were waiting on both sides of Suzaku Street early, competing to discuss where to stand with the best view. The pavilions on both sides were also crowded with demons, and there were also many alien races who had heard the news.

A flower boat tens of meters wide set sail from the palace gate and flew close to the ground.The demon king and the concubine stood side by side, both of them were wearing phoenix robes with golden threads and red, with the tails of the robes trailing behind them, merging into a totem of phoenix's auspiciousness.

Shuang Jiangnian's appearance was originally pure and soft, but she put on some light makeup, which made her look as gorgeous as peaches and plums, and Mingyan even pressed three points of the phoenix robe.

Yan Hualan looked at him with fascinated eyes.

Shuang Jiangnian poked his palm from under his sleeve, gave him winks, and reminded him to pay attention to his image.

Just a simple sideways glance at him was so beautiful that Yan Hualan's heart stopped beating.

He couldn't bear to show such a brother to others.

Yan Hualan remembered his money trick and snapped his fingers: "Scatter!"

The small red kit fell from the sky like falling flowers, and the little demon opened it to see that there were two high-grade spirit stones inside.

The whole street crashed.

Pick up a red envelope to find a Taoist partner, pick up two red envelopes to raise a child, pick up three red envelopes, you will have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life!

However, after the initial excitement passed, many kits still fell on the ground, and no one picked them up.

They were all standing on tiptoes and sticking their heads out, curious to see what the demon princess on the flower boat looked like.

Once you see it for the first time, it's hard to look away.

Isn't it?If the spirit stone is gone, you can earn more, but such a beautiful princess, you can't see it this time, and you will never have a chance in this life.

An hour later, the flower boat swam the entire Suzaku Avenue and began to soar upwards.

It crosses the pavilions, is higher than the astrology tower of the imperial division in the distance, and flies to the vast and uninhabited sky.

Yu Hui said to Yan Hualan: "The flower boat has been turned on to run automatically and smoothly. Your Majesty, please go ahead. I won't disturb you."

Yan Hualan was at a loss: "It turns out that the flower boat can fly into the air. That Shuangxiu is also in the air?"

"Of course." Yuhui twitched the corner of his mouth, "Otherwise, will His Majesty let others see it?"

Yan Hualan scratched her cheek: "I thought..."

"Your Majesty, those are all bad habits in ancient books. Our Yaozu is a civilized society now." Yu Hui cupped his hands, "I will resign."

After he left, only Yan Hualan and Shuang Jiangnian were left on the flower boat.

The two were relatively silent for a while, and suddenly laughed together.

They thought at the same time in their hearts: If they knew this before, why were they so entangled and nervous before, and how much self-sacrifice they were prepared to make...

There is only the sound of the wind and the heartbeat of the one you love in your ears.

Shuang Jiangnian looked up at him, waiting for him.

Yan Hualan held his breath.

A slender and gorgeous tail has appeared behind him, opening his tail to his brother and pleasing him are engraved in his instinct like breathing.

But now, he doesn't know how to place each of his tail feathers, just like when he is nervous, he can't even control the length of his breathing.

What kind of radian should each tail feather raise, what angle and orientation should be, what frequency of tremor; how to make the most beautiful "rustling" sound, how to show its most perfect side... He was in a state of confusion, The tail feathers become stiff and heavy.

Maybe he should speak up.

Isn't it the way of getting along between Taoist couples to turn to each other for help when encountering difficulties?

So Yan Hualan said weakly, "Brother, I'm nervous."

His voice was hoarse due to nervousness.

Shuang Jiangnian smiled, walked over and kissed his lips: "Are you still nervous?"

"En." Yan Hualan held him