Chapter 585

Upon hearing this, Wen Xin felt a tightness in her chest. She opened her lips, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

The madman tentatively approached her, but stopped just before getting close, pursed his lips, and took three steps back.

This distance meant little to Him, but it gave her a sense of security.

He lowered his eyes, concealing his evil and dark nature. Like a powerful and ferocious beast, he desperately wanted to get close to his beloved prey, yet feared that his sharp claws would hurt her fragile and soft body. So he could only cautiously probe, trying to gently rub against her.

He didn't want her to be wary of Him anymore; he wanted her to be relaxed and at ease in His presence, smiling radiantly.

"I won't force you anymore, please don't be afraid of me anymore, okay?"

A ripple of emotion stirred in Wen Xin's eyes, and her expression softened considerably. "I don't dislike you."

The madman's brow cleared, "Really?"

Wen Xin smiled and nodded gently, "You and your brother are the same person after all."

The crazy ghost's face almost split open, so the main reason she didn't hate Him was because of that hypocrite?

So annoying!

I'm so angry!

Smash the idol and let the hypocrite die.

Even the sleeping gods and spirits wished they could break free of the seal and shove this scoundrel who coveted their beloved wife into the heart of the earth.

Sensing the anger of a hypocrite, the madman suddenly felt much better.

Ah, He's unhappy, so He's happy.

Besides, so what if the young bride likes the hypocrite a little more now? Once He devours him, won't the young bride's affection still belong to Him?

The winner takes all, as long as He can win.

Ghosts and gods: "..." Ha!

Wen Xin was completely unaware that her ghostly husband had been fighting with himself for several rounds again. At this moment, she was looking at the crazy ghost with great concern, "Why are you awake? Didn't my brother say he wouldn't wake up until August 18th?"

Although the madman was trying his best to suppress the urge to slam the hypocrite, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of sarcasm and smugness in his expression and words. "That's Him. Those rules can't bind me."

Wen Xin's eye twitched slightly: Oh, so she's going to praise Him?

The crazy guy nodded expectantly, daydreaming in his mind: How about praising me in bed?

"Won't your current state affect you?"

Even though the young bride cared about Him, the madman was still a little jealous. Hypocrites are just annoying; they always like to slyly occupy the young bride's attention.

However, no matter how much He belittled His own personality, He remained expressionless. "It has no effect. Don't worry, I'm in the shrine. No one can come in and cause trouble or damage the statue."

Upon hearing this, Wen Xin's gaze towards the mad ghost softened even more, and the slight resentment she had felt earlier from being frightened and treated as a rogue had almost completely dissipated.

If mad gods and spirits had tails, they would be wagging their tails to the sky by now.

And the demon god, who inexplicably became a tool for some scoundrel to please his little bride: "..." is on the verge of turning evil!

"Don't just stand there, come and sit down."

The madman spoke in a gentle voice, his demeanor and tone seemingly overlapping with those of the ghost god, the brother who treated her with the gentleness of water.

Even faster than her thoughts, Wen Xin instinctively walked over and took the initiative to approach Him.

The madman's eyes lit up slightly, and he tentatively took her hand. Seeing that she didn't resist at all, the emotion in his eyes became even more intense.

But He still restrained himself.

What a hypocrite can do, He can do too!

Wen Xin's gaze fell on their clasped hands, her red lips pursed slightly, but she did not pull away in the end.

The madman and the ghostly spirit nimbly led her to sit on the jade steps of the altar.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, their clasped hands happened to be within the statue's line of sight.

Wen Xin didn't see that, under Mian Yu, the eyes of the statue were gradually enveloped by black mist.

"Did you have fun in the front yard just now?"

The madman glanced at the statue out of the corner of his eye, his deep eyes narrowing slightly, a secret thrill forming in his heart. But worried that the little bride might discover something, he asked softly, trying to get her attention to him.

"ah?"

Wen Xin tilted her head in confusion, as if she didn't understand His meaning.

She went to greet guests and didn't go out to play.

He gently squeezed her fingers, "Those ants...did the guests make you unhappy?"

The girl obediently shook her head, "No, Mo'er and the others are all with me."

I just saw two people I didn't really like.

The mad god desperately wanted to hug and cuddle this adorable little bride, but He dared not do anything rash. He could only restrain himself and gently touch her hair to quench his thirst.

He carefully observed her, and seeing that she still did not reject him, he was overjoyed, as if countless fireworks had burst in his heart.

He knew that the young bride would love him.

He held her little hand and stroked her hair. How far was it from kissing her and possessing her?

The madman behind his back clenched his palms so tightly that they bled profusely, yet he seemed to feel no pain, only excitement, madness, and perversion.

But no matter how crazy he is, in front of her, he is now only gentle and careful.

After that night, He understood that being forceful and domineering would only push her away and make her increasingly reject Him.

He was crazy, but not stupid. Pushing his young bride towards a hypocrite for a moment of physical pleasure was not a sign that he had lost his mind.

Haste makes waste.

Isn't the young bride attracted to gentle and well-mannered gentlemen?

Is it not possible for Him?

If you can't pull it off at first, won't you eventually get the look?

Finally, the madman and the gods came to a perfect conclusion: the little bride didn't need a hypocrite; He was enough.

This is a morbid conclusion...

The ghosts and gods sneered and ignored them.

The madman and the ghosts didn't care at all about the main personality's murderous intent and contempt, and continued to speak to the little bride gently and with a smile.

Wen Xin stared at the handsome man before her, growing increasingly dazed, and couldn't help but softly call out, "Brother..."

The madman's gaze was beyond fervent; he couldn't help but grasp her hands and softly asked, "Can you call me that from now on?"

Wen Xin snapped out of her daze, her pretty face slightly flushed, and scolded him, "Weren't you and your brother at odds before?"

The madman, looking serious, asked, "Really? When? How come I didn't know?"

The girl couldn't help but burst out laughing, "You rascal."

He was utterly innocent. "Little bride, He and I were originally one person, as you yourself said."

Wen Xin's eyes flickered. "But look, you're not like that anymore. Your brother wouldn't have that expression then."

The madman secretly despised the main personality, then shamelessly approached the girl like a big dog, sticking to her.

As long as I can be close to the bride, all pride and airs are irrelevant.

"Little bride, I'm being honest with you."