"Raise it a little longer..."
He said this, turned around, hugged Shen Wuyou, rested his chin on the top of her head, and explained:
"I don't want to hurt you. Besides, you're too young."
He was already three hundred and eighteen years old, and she had only just been born. Although he knew she was a spirit from another world and should have lived longer, her body was still too young.
He was afraid that she couldn't bear it.
However, Shen Wuyou misunderstood. Being questioned, Shen Wuyou immediately puffed out his chest and said seriously:
"I'm not small!"
"......puff."
He really didn't mean it, God is my witness.
He was really amused by this little wife who came from another world.
Seeing his wife puffing up her cheeks and about to get angry, he quickly coaxed her, "I'm not saying... well... I mean, you're too young."
"But I'm already an adult!" Shen Wuyou suddenly thought that the sign of a flower demon's adulthood is the flowering period, and her flowering period has already come once.
But Bhagavan nodded perfunctorily and said, "Yes, you are already an adult, so it doesn't matter if you grow up a few more years. Be good..."
“…”
She felt that he didn't believe her and was treating her like a child.
But feeling his gentle touch on her head, she unconsciously squinted her eyes and enjoyed it, and suddenly all her anger disappeared.
Forget it, it doesn’t matter. She is afraid of pain too.
As for the sacrificial pill, you can wait until the next flowering season to use it.
Uh, by the way, when does it bloom?
She couldn't remember clearly. As she was thinking, her vision went dark and she really fell asleep.
The Demon King's wedding was grand and as blazing as fire.
Red silk and satin, ten miles of red makeup, gongs and drums, full of joy.
She is the most beautiful bride in the world.
And now, she is going to meet her most handsome groom.
The journey from the palace to the Demon King's Palace was neither short nor long, allowing the two newlyweds to fully recall every detail of their acquaintance...
She thought she was lucky to have met him in this life.
He thought it was a blessing, God made him meet her.
They had no parents, so they only worshipped heaven and earth.
The wedding dress was gorgeous and bright red like blood, and it seemed that it had also dyed some people's eyes red.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
"Assassin! There's an assassin! Protect the king!"
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
“Puff! Help…”
“…”
A wedding with guns and arrows must be paid with blood.
Shen Wuyou was furious, so she stood in front of Bhagavan, turned her wrist, raised the Sky Wrath Bow and began to kill everyone...
Today is sunny and the breeze is not dry.
But it started to rain blood, drop by drop, dyeing the ground beneath our feet red.
The air was humid, emitting the sweet and fishy smell of blood, which seemed to be luring Shen Wuyou to go crazy.
She should have known that these people were stubborn and would never change. Today was her wedding, but it was the only time they could get so close to this thousand-year-old legend.
How could they give up?
Shen Wuyou's eyes turned blood red, and the sweet smell of blood around her only intensified her bloodlust. She showed no mercy, her knife slashing down, and the dead were all under her skirt.
For some reason, perhaps because there were too many corpses and the smell of blood was too strong, she felt a little dizzy.
She seemed to see a blood-red man rushing towards her with a ferocious face, so she subconsciously flicked her wrist with murderous intent.
Unexpectedly, the raised wrist was tightly grasped by a hot hand——
"Wuyou, wake up."
Bhagavan's expression finally changed, and his deep eyes showed an unconcealable look of anxiety and worry.
Shen Wuyou was awakened by his voice. She shook her dizzy head and looked back, only to find that the person who almost died under his bow was Bai Wei who came to save her.
"Sorry, I can't see clearly..."
She pressed her aching forehead with one hand, and then comforted the frightened Bai Wei.
The latter trusted her very much and reported without hesitation:
"Your Majesty, this riot was caused by the Zerg, with the Ghosts and some of the Demons assisting. Currently, all the Zerg, except for the one in the palace, are dead. The Ghosts, protected by the Ghost King, have only lost half. The rebellious Demons are all under our feet."
Shen Wuyou's crimson eyes had not yet faded as he stared at the piles of corpses that were bleeding like rivers, and said wearily:
"Throw these mutilated corpses into the forest to feed the plants. Also, tell the ghost generals to make the intact corpses into corpse puppets and devour all the souls, leaving no one behind."
Bai Wei accepted the order: "Yes!"
The air is finally quiet...
Shen Wuyou retracted the Sky Wrath Bow and leaned wearily against Bhagavan. Bhagavan then lifted her up by the waist, holding her tightly in his arms. He strode away from the spot and returned to Bhagavan Palace.
That was the bedroom she had specially built for him, grand and majestic, yet low-key and luxurious.
Shen Wuyou felt very tired. Thoughts seemed to flash through his mind for a moment, but he could not grasp any information.
So, she was too lazy to think about it, and just leaned softly in his arms, muttering aggrievedly:
"Sir...they all bully me..."
Bhagavan lowered his eyes to look at her tired and pale face, his heart aching suddenly, and then he pinched one of her acupuncture points with one hand, forcing her to sleep.
The dazed Shen Wuyou only felt that she was gently placed in the comfortable water, and then a pair of warm big hands were carefully wiping her body.
She felt the man's pity for her, and a warm feeling flowed into her heart...
And this warm feeling successfully dispelled the killing desire lingering in her mind, and she slept very soundly.
When she woke up slowly the next day, she slowly smelled a familiar medicinal fragrance.
The bitter smell in the fragrance instantly made her extremely awake. She immediately opened her eyes and sat up suddenly, almost knocking over the medicine that the Bhagavan brought her.
"woke up?"
The spoon in his hand slowly stirred the medicine in the bowl, and the sound of porcelain rubbing against each other made Shen Wuyou's heart numb.
She looked at him reluctantly as he slowly sat down, then blew slowly into the medicine, stirring it from time to time. Thinking of how bitter Carrot Head's medicine was, her eyes instantly turned red, and she pleaded pitifully:
"Can I..."
"No." He rejected her unfinished words lightly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Carrot Head looked at her body. Although her last injury had healed, he was surprised to find that there was still something inside her body that was disrupting her meridians and invading her consciousness.
He didn't understand what it was. Whenever he wanted to investigate more carefully, he would be bounced back by the force, so Carrot Head was unable to find out anything.
I could only boil some medicine to strengthen her spirit and calm her mind for her to drink.
Since it cannot be eradicated, just suppress it.
This matter concerns Shen Wuyou's physical health, so even if Shen Wuyou acts coquettishly and pretends to be pitiful, he will not be moved.
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