Chapter 586

Wen Xin: "..."

So is He implying that the spirits are not being honest with her?

He's still as bad as ever!

But then she found it funny, "Don't talk nonsense."

The madman who criticizes ghosts and gods disagrees, asking where he went wrong by talking nonsense.

But... well, whatever the little bride says is right.

He said, seemingly aggrieved, "Then you call him brother. You can't just call me 'hey,' can you?"

Wen Xin muttered to herself, "I didn't mean to call you that, I just didn't know what else to call you."

The madman, pushing his luck, said, "Then think about it, okay?"

He didn't want to be a substitute for a hypocrite, and he wanted the young bride to give him a special name, as if he were unique in her heart.

I'm so happy!

This is not an excessive thing, and Wen Xin is not an impolite person.

She was a little troubled. Actually, it would have been easiest to just call him "brother," but every time she saw this guy who was always so domineering, roguish, and childish in front of her, she didn't really want to call him that.

If you let the madman/god himself suggest it, he thinks "brother lover," "husband," or even the more common terms like "husband" or "honey" would be fine.

Xiao Jin: "..." Your idea is really trendy and beautiful.

Wen Xin looked at him and slowly said, "Rogue?"

The madman's excited heart burst open, and he said expressionlessly, "Little bride, say it again."

Wen Xin wasn't afraid of him anymore, and scoffed, "You've always been a rogue."

Crazy Ghost God: "..."

How is it considered being a hooligan when he's being affectionate with his young wife?

I disagree! I absolutely disagree!

He took a deep breath and looked at her with a resentful look, "Little bride."

Wen Xin smiled again, her eyes crinkling, her laughter clear and melodious, more beautiful and pleasant than any string music in the world, easily soothing His darkness and violence.

His thin lips curved slightly, his gaze gentle and tender, those divine eyes that seemed to hold the torrent of time now held only her image.

Wen Xin's heart skipped a beat, and her curled eyelashes fluttered, revealing a girlish shyness.

She instinctively raised her hand to cover his eyes, her voice soft and sweet, "Don't look at me like that."

That look was enough to make anyone mortified.

The girl's sweet fragrance filled the air, and the madman's Adam's apple bobbed. "What's wrong? Don't be angry."

"I'm not angry."

Wen Xin retorted, "How could I have such a bad temper?"

The madman held her small hand and chuckled, "Yes, my little bride is the best."

"I'm not going to argue with you anymore. The sun is about to set, I need to go back."

Looking at the radiant young bride, the madman felt as if a raging fire was burning within him, and his passion and desire were about to spiral out of control.

But fearing he might frighten her again, he could only try to suppress his emotions and hold her hand tightly, saying, "I'll take you back."

Wen Xin's face remained cold. "No need, I can go back by myself."

"I'll take you home. How can I leave my wife to go back alone?"

The madman was persistent in criticizing ghosts and gods, and then subtly stepped on the main personality.

Haha, someone who puts on airs like a god, always leaving his young bride all alone, what kind of husband is that?

The young bride is too kind and naive, which is why she is always deceived by something hypocritical.

Xiao Jin: "..." Why don't you just give me your primary personality's identification number!

Even the gods and spirits were almost driven to darkness by this shameless scoundrel.

Does He have no shame?

Wen Xin could tell from the strange tone of the person in front of her that they were talking about ghosts and gods. She couldn't help but speak up for the ghosts and gods, saying, "My brother always sees me off to the door."

They didn't take you back to your room.

There's still a long way to go!

He was just not good to the young bride, and he made her feel wronged.

However, the madman swallowed his words. He had already gained a lot today, and if he were to push his luck any further, he was afraid that it would offend the young bride.

Don't rush, stay calm and you'll win.

Who told that hypocrite to be so stupid, actually sealing himself away for the sake of the so-called human world, handing over his little bride to Him?

It would be a disservice to the hypocrite's "generosity" if He didn't take advantage of this opportunity.

Don't talk to Him about fairness or unfairness.

What fairness is there in love?

It all depends on who can win the young bride's heart.

How could Wen Xin possibly know the crazy, complicated thoughts running through the mind of her newlywed husband? As he was about to accompany her out of the shrine, she grabbed his hand and asked, "Are you really okay to come out of the shrine like this?"

She looked into His eyes, “Don’t lie to me.”

He was exasperated. "Is everything really alright? Shall I swear?"

Wen Xin glared at him. He himself is a god, what oath is there to make?

However, she did not stop Him again.

But she observed Him closely the whole way, as if she wanted to send Him back to the shrine at any moment.

Crazy Ghost God: "..." So heartbroken!

When they arrived at her room door, although the crazy guy stood obediently in place and did not overstep his bounds, his pleading and aggrieved gaze was too much for Wen Xin to bear.

She couldn't help but chuckle. "If you really don't mind the sun going down, why don't you come in and have dinner with me?"

The handsome, seemingly crazy man's face was filled with surprise. "Is it okay?"

Wen Xin nodded, but they agreed on three conditions first: He was not allowed to lay a hand on her like before.

He was incredibly aggrieved, pleading, "I've truly repented, little bride, please believe me just this once, okay?"

Wen Xin softened. "Okay, come in."

Mo'er and her maid huddled to the side, trembling with fear, their minds filled with: Holy crap!

Why is this person out here?

For old houses, ghosts and gods are the heavens that rule them, and they are filled with awe. But the existence that they fear even more than ghosts and gods is another kind of "ghost or god".

That person was practically synonymous with violence and killing.

Every time He appears, the entire old house is filled with blood and no ghost survives... It's a nightmare for all the ghosts and monsters.

Mo'er looked at the young mistress's room with fear and worry.

Does the young lady know that the ghosts and gods of today are different from those of the past?

Will that hurt the delicate young lady?

Reason told Mo'er that no matter which one it was, they were all ghosts or gods, and their feelings for the young mistress should be the same.

But that being is an embodiment of darkness and evil, He...

Mo'er truly loves the pure, kind, and sincere young lady; how could he bear to see her get hurt?

However, she was just a ghost after all, how could she be qualified to comment on the affairs of the gods and spirits?

Her expression was somber, but she could only muster her spirits and instruct the maids to bring the young mistress her dinner.

...

Inside the room, Mo'er entered in single file, accompanied by her maids carrying dinner.

They all lowered their heads, even more apprehensive than when ghosts and gods were present, fearing that the being might suddenly go berserk and tear them to pieces.

Let them tear it, it's not the first time anyway, but Mo'er just hopes that the other ghost god will restrain himself and not tear it in front of the young mistress.

It will frighten the delicate young lady!

Crazy Ghost God: "..."