Yunyou Mountain, Demon Palace.

The Demon Palace's bedroom had not been opened for a long time, but today it was decorated with a high bed, soft pillows, pearl curtains, jade mats, and red candles. All of this was because the Demon Palace finally welcomed back its mistress.

When Yao Yue woke up, she was sitting in front of her dressing table in a side hall. A bright vermilion candle was crackling, and her figure, wearing a golden hairpin, jade belt, phoenix coronet and bridal robe, was reflected in the mirror.

She was completely stunned for a moment, and many thoughts flashed through her mind, but she was obviously not only under the silencing spell, but she also couldn't use any strength in her body. She could only let the palace maid cover her head with a bright red satin veil and help her out of the palace.

Through the red veil, she could vaguely see a wide stone road in front of her, which led through three gates and nine steps to the huge main hall at the end. There were banquets on both sides of the stone road, and at this moment, the Demon Realm officials were bustling and excited.

——The Demon Emperor had not taken a concubine in the past three hundred years, and had not even favored a maid, and was once suspected of having a sexual fetish. Seven days ago, the Demon Emperor suddenly brought a woman back to the palace, asked the Imperial Master to calculate the nearest auspicious day, and ordered the Great Protector Ye Lian to quickly prepare for the wedding.

The whole world was paying attention to him, but no one knew who he was going to marry. It was not until the Demon Realm sent a betrothal gift to Quan Xing with great fanfare that everyone suddenly realized that the Demon Emperor had never let go of the Chiyu Fairy who had ascended to heaven.

At the top of the nine steps, Jiang Mi stood with his hands behind his back, his red wedding dress inlaid with gold fluttering in the wind, with the Imperial Heavenly Sword on his waist. He never wore red before, because the most precious color could only be used on the most precious day.

The moonlight was bright, and the tiny petals of the crabapple tree were flying under the sky. In the distance, the starry sky was shining. He looked through the crowd at his bride, who was walking towards him step by step. His thin lips raised a little, and there was some indescribable warmth and expectation.

The palace maid handed Yao Yue's hand to him. Jiang Mi seemed to want to say something, but stopped for some reason. He just smiled at the red veil embroidered with golden phoenix patterns in front of him, and then made a gesture.

The ceremonial officer stood by his side and said in a loud voice: "I bow to heaven and earth——"

The man pressed his warm palm against the back of her neck, forcing her to bend over with a force like that of a mountain being split open and a sea being filled.

"Bow to your parents twice—"

The power of that hand was irresistible. She was completely unable to resist and was held down, forced to bow down with him towards the Taimiao.

"The couple bows to each other—"

The force of the last bow was equally firm and irresistible. The moment she stood up, she heard Jiang Mi say two words, gently and clearly: "The ceremony is over."

When the young man said this, his expression was different from usual, he could even be described as a little gentle, but in a way that was creepy.

Yao Yue, who was under the veil, suddenly felt a little embarrassed: What is he doing? Forcing a commoner girl to marry him? If he had discussed it with her, she might not have rejected him again...

——The most important reason for rejecting him at that time was that she had already planned to use the Soul Forgetting Needle to take away his memory. Becoming the Demon Queen would definitely attract too much attention. But now, there is no need to hide it.

The Demon King seemed to have lost all his patience the moment the ceremony was over. He picked up the girl and carried her horizontally, then disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant amid the noise and cheers of the crowd.

***

A huge palace was located in the shade of the flower forest, with three eaves, dragon hooks and phoenix drops, and layers of golden animal ridges coldly reflecting the moonlight. The stone pillars along the white marble corridor were from near to far, and above the jade steps, there was a vast expanse of white, like frost, particularly sparse and desolate.

The door of the main hall was ajar, as if no one had been there for a long time. The surrounding forest was so quiet that not even a bird could be heard. The entire bedroom was like a palace of gods, but under the moonlight there was an indescribable sense of invisible oppression -

It's like a giant, ornate cage, and the builder wanted to use it to imprison his beloved things forever.

The palace door opened with a bang, and the red veil in the palace flew up. Jiang Mi stepped into the inner room, threw the girl onto the bed, and flicked his hand, and the nine huge red doors behind him closed one after another. When the last door closed, dense inscriptions lit up on the roof, walls, jade pillars, and even every inch of the floor cracks, and then disappeared silently -

Nine Palace Soul Locking Formation.

During the three hundred years, Jiang Mi personally carved these spells into bricks and stones, one by one, so that even the Golden Immortal could not escape here.

The layout of the inner room was almost the same as the secret realm on top of the Soul Devouring Tower, except that it was more luxurious and gorgeous. A breeze blew into the hall from somewhere, rolling up the layers of red gauze curtains, like an endless number of crabapple flowers blooming in an instant.

She felt the restraints on her body loosen, and someone lifted her veil.

"Yaoyue..." The man's eyes were frighteningly bright, and his handsome face was filled with an indescribable excitement. If I had to describe it, it would probably be a feeling of relief after a long-cherished wish was fulfilled.

The girl sat at the head of the bed, looking up at him with a strange look in her eyes, and suddenly smiled. There was no real smile in this smile, but instead there was a sense of irony and coldness.

"Are you going to trap me here forever?"

The five fingers holding her wrist seemed to tighten because of this smile, and the young man pursed his thin lips into a line, as if he was holding back something: "...Yes."

——He could no longer bear the despair of losing her again; even the thought of it made him suffocate.

The two just stared at each other, and time seemed to have passed for ages yet also seemed like just a moment.

After a long while, Yao Yue looked away as if she was burned by his gaze, took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "What exactly are you dissatisfied with?"

"I brought you into the world of immortal cultivation and taught you the Heavenly Star Scripture. I was away from you for five years in seclusion, and I was willing to be imprisoned by you for five years. I didn't want you to commit too many sins, so I used the Soul Forgetting Needle on you, which was the only way."

"——What exactly are you dissatisfied with?"

All her tenderness and patience before her ascension was given to this fool. What on earth could he be dissatisfied with?

The girl's voice was soft and gentle, like a dream that lingered in his ears. Jiang Mi paused, as if something sour and hard was stuck in his throat. He reached out to touch her face. Yao Yue turned her head sharply, but did not completely avoid it. Her slender fingertips still brushed her face.

"... Whether it's the peerless treasure book or the position of the Demon King, I have never cared." His voice was slow and firm, but his dark golden eyes were surprisingly fanatical. "From the beginning to the end, all I want is you, as long as you stay by my side."

Yao Yue pursed her lips and didn't speak for a long time. Jiang Mi waited for her patiently, letting time pass by in the curling smoke of agarwood.

Finally, the girl moved, grabbed Jiang Mi's falling white hair, pulled down his neck, and tentatively and somewhat naughtily kissed the young man on the forehead: "I love you, let me out, okay?"

This was just a pure contact without any sexual connotation, but Jiang Mi felt like his whole body was burning.

——He seemed to finally realize that this was his wedding night.

The fire that was suppressed suddenly burned up the energetic Demon King. He couldn't even wait to take off his clothes. With a wave of his hand, the two of them were completely naked facing each other.

Yao Yue originally thought that it would be as painful as last time, but this time the young man kissed her face carefully, from forehead to nose, from lips and tongue to corners of mouth, as if he was holding her whole world in his arms.

She suddenly understood: this Nine Palace Soul Locking Formation had a great psychological comforting effect on Jiang Mi, and he had improved from the cold-blooded, violent state he had been in when they first met. To some extent, the Nine Palace Soul Locking Formation was an unbreakable oath to him - they would never be separated again.

The body in his arms was so cool and soft, the skin under his hands was so delicate and smooth, so beautiful that it was breathtaking. In the candlelight, everything seemed unreal, so beautiful that it seemed like a dream. Jiang Mi's arms were covered with veins, and his muscles were as tight as stones, burning with lust.

He kissed the girl's snow-white neck all the way to the deep hollow of her collarbone, just like tasting a rare delicacy. He wanted to chew and swallow every bite, to keep it all in his body forever, and never reveal a single bit to share with others. He couldn't let go of the feeling, and loved it so much that his heart trembled.

From now on, every hair of Yao Yue, every inch of her skin, and even every look of her belong to him.

No one and nothing will disturb them anymore.

She felt as if her body was shaking and pitching like a ship in a storm, but she had no control over it. Jiang Mi would also bite deep and shallow teeth marks on her neck and shoulders, using the pain to keep her awake. Later, no matter what he said, she would subconsciously make a "hmm" sound from her nose, hoping that this biting dog would finish his tormenting as soon as possible.

"Yaoyue...can you call me husband..." His breathing became heavier, and the hot air sprayed on her ears seemed to penetrate into the ear holes, as if a soft little tongue was licking the cochlea and talking, making her scalp numb with itchiness.

She habitually said "hmm" perfunctorily. Jiang Mi heard her agree, and after waiting for a long time without seeing her say anything, he repeated it again. This time the girl finally responded. She slowly opened her eyes, and there seemed to be thousands of shimmering water lights in her eyes. Such a stunning beauty almost immediately captured his soul:

"Husband."

When these two words came out of her mouth, they seemed to have a strange effect, like the most powerful aphrodisiac, with an incomparable sweet taste.

Then all the blood in his body rushed to his head, burning every nerve in his body and making him extremely excited. He wanted to hug her tightly at this moment, strangle her in his arms, and eat her bite by bite. The taste was extremely wonderful, and the excitement almost shocked every cell in his body, making his hands and feet tremble a little.

The sweet aftertaste did not slowly subside until a long time later. He lazily hugged the girl and kissed her neck slowly. When he kissed her collarbone, he bit it affectionately with his teeth: "Yaoyue, I want to hear it again."

The girl chuckled. Her body was covered with traces of his presence. Her black hair was scattered on her shoulders. Her skin was clear and her expression was so charming that it was hard to describe.

"Okay. Let me out and call you husband every day."

Jiang Mi's body was visibly stiff for a moment. Under the warm candlelight, his usually handsome, sharp and angular features were slightly distorted, as if he was struggling with something that he was at a loss about.

After a long while, he slowly said, "Only this one thing...I can't promise you."

The girl let out an inaudible sigh: "Why don't you listen?"

The air froze, and the familiar anxiety and violence once again crawled up from his heart, wrapping around his whole body like a poisonous snake.

"…Because it's useless," Jiang Mi said softly, word by word, with cold and secret anger burning in his eyes, "It's useless to be obedient."

What did he get in return for his obedience to her?

——It is a soul-forgetting needle, it is leaving without looking back, it is ignoring him for a hundred years, it is avoiding him like a tiger, it is accepting a token of love from someone else.

The young man stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to brush the sweaty hair on the side of her neck behind her ear, but then with a "pop", Yao Yue raised his hand to block it.

"Aren't you afraid that I will hate you?"

She froze after she finished threatening. Something appeared in those dark golden eyes, causing her heart to suddenly feel a sharp impact, and she felt an indescribable pain and numbness, like a defeated army retreating helplessly.

Jiang Mi paused for a moment before he started laughing. This laugh was both doting and desperate.

"Love it or hate it."

"——As long as you are by my side, that's enough."

He couldn't lose her again, just like man couldn't lose God.