There was only one palace lantern lit in the library, and the flickering candlelight cast a shadow on the screen. A bed with curtains hanging down to the ground was just a few feet away. A girl was lying on the couch, wearing a dark scarlet robe and her skin was as white as ice and snow. Her flowing hair was filled with a cold fragrance, and she looked sweet, charming, and defenseless.

The Demon Palace's bedroom needed to be rebuilt because the Nine Palace Soul Locking Formation had been removed, so before that, the two of them simply moved to her favorite library and built a living room at the end of the bookshelves. She came back yesterday on her own initiative to help Jiang Mi overcome that hurdle, but the Demon King became more clingy than before. If she hadn't strongly opposed it, he would have brought her with him even to court.

Yao Yue woke up from her deep sleep, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, she turned over in confusion, and suddenly found that there was no one beside the couch. She turned around and saw Jiang Mi sitting at the desk opposite her, flipping through something. The cover of the scroll was black and warm, reflecting his slender knuckles, the black and white contrast was like an ink painting.

——It’s strange. Why don’t you sleep with her in the middle of the night? What are you doing?

She gently opened the curtain, and the crimson silk brushed through the air. The next moment, she crouched on the table like a boneless person. The scent of the crabapple blossoms between her sleeves almost lingered on the man's nose.

"What are you looking at?"

She walked over without making much noise, but Jiang Mi didn't react at all in his state of mind, obviously he was mesmerized. The man was startled and tried to cover the book but she pulled it away, and then he heard her scream -

"What is this thing you're looking at?!"

This book, whose name is not even written on the cover, is filled with erotic pictures... It is clearly the "Yin Yang He Huan Gong".

"I..." Jiang Mi stood up at a loss, his ears slightly red, "Just take a look..."

"Well, just take a look." She slapped the book on the table and smiled, as if spring flowers were blooming in all their splendor. Then her face turned stern, and her eyes shone coldly. "Do you really want to be the ancestor of Hehuan?"

Jiang Mi lowered his head slightly. From this angle, he could see the girl's eyelashes and nose tip from top to bottom. The long corners of her eyes were like an arc drawn by ink, gleaming in the night. His Adam's apple rolled, and he took the girl into his arms, saying palely, "I was just taking a look..."

Yao Yue rubbed his chin comfortably in his arms, and sneered lazily: "The great Demon Emperor studied the Hehuan Sect's skills by lamplight in the middle of the night. If this gets out, won't people laugh at you?"

The man sighed and gave up arguing. A somewhat gloomy voice came from above his head: "You meditate and practice during the day and ignore me completely. I was thinking if I could be your cauldron..."

——Yao Yue meditated during the day, sometimes even practicing for seven or eight hours in a row. But such a person who never complained of being tired during his practice would complain of being tired and sleepy after a short while at night...

Her body stiffened and a blush rose on her cheeks: It turned out that he wanted her to be the ancestor of Hehuan.

"Aren't you afraid that I will suck you dry?"

The expression of the person in his arms was extremely cute. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her all the way behind her ear. The touch was delicate and the taste was sweet. Finally, he sucked her earlobe.

"I'm just afraid you won't suck me..."

Yao Yue was kissed by him until her face turned red with shame. She struggled twice but couldn't break free from his restraints: "Let me go..."

The tenderness of the girl's flower bud, with a slight panting and trembling voice, made him completely unable to control himself. Holding her hand tighter, Jiang Mi whispered in her ear helplessly, "If I let go, will Yao Yue be able to stand firm?"

"You **devil...I haven't gotten enough sleep yet!"

Her soft gauze nightgown had been loosened from her shoulders due to friction, and the red marks on her neck and collarbone from being bitten were particularly ambiguous under the dim light. He never tired of branding his mark on her body, and if she used magic to erase the mark, she would be branded with a new one the next day.

Jiang Mi seemed to have satisfied a secret and hidden desire through this behavior, a terrible possessive desire that could not be easily told to others, but which was tacitly understood by both of them.

"Then I'll carry my wife to **."

Before she finished speaking, she was pressed against the soft mattress, and then a slightly cool and soft mouth came towards her, forcing her to swallow the unspoken words. The lips and teeth were entangled, and even the teeth were swallowed and swept away, until the air in the lungs was squeezed out, Jiang Mi finally loosened his grip slightly, and stared at her with dark golden phoenix eyes:

"You promised to call me husband every day. You haven't called me that today."

——Yesterday she was soft-hearted and agreed to a lot of messy and unequal treaties, such as having sex with him for two hours every day, calling him husband every day, riding him every day, etc. And Jiang Mi seemed to be sure that she would not be able to deny it, and would remind her from time to time what she had agreed to.

This man seemed to regard the word "husband" as some strange code. As long as she called out, her butt would be in trouble. But now the outcome was already determined whether she called out or not, so she simply hugged his neck and called out "husband" in a long, coquettish tone.

The next second, the man's kiss fell deeply. This kiss did not give her any chance to react, it was fierce and hot, the entanglement between their lips and tongues, with his pleasant smell invading and stirring her thoughts, there was an illusion that she was being hunted.

After making love, Jiang Mi seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly cast a cleansing spell to clean his body.

——Since marrying her, Jiang Mi was reluctant to touch her most of the time. Even if he couldn't control himself, he would immediately use magic to clean her up.

"Are you worried that I'm pregnant?" The corners of her rosy lips curled up in a playful arc.

The young man stopped moving and stared at her motionlessly, as if guarding the only treasure given by fate. After a long while, he stretched out his hand to stroke the girl's hair, his fingers trembling slightly, and leaned over to kiss her hair.

"Afraid."

There is one most important reason why the Demon Emperors of all generations have so many concubines: the mother who gave birth to the blood of the true demon had to survive a narrow escape. This morning, another minister came to the court to advise him to put the royal bloodline first and take in concubines to expand the family. The previous Demon Emperor was a woman, and she didn't give birth to her own children, which led to no successor. The current Demon Emperor is a man, and he has many beautiful women willing to devote themselves to him, but he has no heir for three hundred years, which has made the ministers in the court very anxious.

The girl chuckled, as if she had heard something ridiculous: "I haven't even had my period yet, how can I be pregnant?"

The higher the realm of a female monk, the harder it is to get pregnant. She was gifted and practiced too early. She entered the Nascent Soul Realm at the age of nine and had never had menstruation. Moreover, she was originally a star official incarnated, and the heavens would not allow her to have children with a mortal.

"Really not?" Jiang Mi looked at her hesitantly.

"Of course not."

She regretted it as soon as she finished speaking. The man's voice was filled with resentment: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

——God knows how much willpower he had to exert every time to let go of her body. It was simply going against his instincts.

"What do you think?" Yao Yue twisted her waist a little uncomfortably and glanced at him coldly, "You are right to bully me for half a year."

“…I, I know I was wrong!”

Jiang Mi hurriedly grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest. The steady heartbeat from deep in his chest was like an invisible string, flowing from her fingertips to her heart, and even her earlobes felt slightly hot. Yao Yue looked away uncomfortably and snorted in response.

The man was angry for a moment, then suddenly hugged her tightly, their skin entangled tightly, and begged in a low voice: "When will you make a soul bond with me again..."

She glanced at him lightly: "It depends on my mood."

The young man's muscles tensed slightly, and he looked at her anxiously: "Then... will you return to heaven?"

Yao Yue suddenly curled up the corners of her lips, revealing a slightly teasing and cunning smile.

"Can you bear to see me suffer the six reincarnations for you?" She stroked his cheek gently, her fingers seemed to be tickling his most sensitive nerve, "Below the godhood, above everyone else, what's wrong with that?"

He lowered his eyelashes, trying his best to make his voice sound less disappointed, but the hoarseness of his voice had already revealed his true emotions: "...If you want to leave, tell me in advance."

"what are you up to?"

"End it yourself."

Yao Yue was slightly stunned. At first she thought it was a joke, but those dark golden eyes were filled with a helpless, almost suffocating emotion, which suddenly hit her heart hard, causing her to feel indescribable pain and numbness.

"...Don't be so impulsive."

Jiang Mi closed his eyes, his chest heaving deeply, and he almost fainted as he let out a long, trembling, sour, hot breath.

"I don't want to wait another three hundred years..."

——It is better to enter reincarnation early than to suffer while alive.

The girl's beautiful face seemed to be in a dilemma for a moment. After a long while, she sighed, and a hint of imperceptible encouragement and warmth rose in her eyes: "Xingji Pavilion has a secret method to communicate with the fairy world. I will ask Xingyuan to teach you."

"You are not allowed to beg him." Jiang Mi's eyebrows moved, and the hand holding the girl's waist slightly increased the strength, "If he doesn't teach me, I will kill him. There will always be a Xingji Pavilion disciple who is afraid of death and will teach me."

“…The devil.”

The young man's breath brushed her eyebrows, and he proudly kissed her forehead: "Yao Yue likes the devil."