Qiu Honglei spoke to Fang Biao in a tone that sounded like she was flirting with her lover, but how could that be?
Pan Qiaoqiao knew Fang Biao's character all too well. He was a good-for-nothing whom even she looked down on. Qiu Hong wasn't blind, so how could she possibly like him?
Her first thought was that Qiu Honglei had been drugged by this kid and her mind had been clouded. However, she immediately dismissed the idea. Even if such a magical drug existed, how could Fang Biao possibly get close to Qiu Honglei, given her cultivation level?
Countless thoughts rushed through her mind, but in reality, only a moment had passed. Pan Qiaoqiao felt that the situation in the room was extremely strange, and instinctively felt a chill run through her body.
So she ran outside without hesitation, only to find that her voice seemed to be bounced back by an invisible wall and did not travel at all.
In that instant, she was terrified. With her keen eyesight, she naturally realized that a top expert had set up a powerful aura in the room, and such an expert was definitely not someone she could resist.
Thinking of this, she simply used the Blood Burning Secret Technique to unleash her potential, instantly doubling her cultivation level. Then, she unleashed a barrage of hidden weapons like a rain of flowers. She didn't even know where the enemy was; she just wanted to buy herself some time.
However, her pupils quickly contracted as she saw Fang Biao casually wave his hand, and it seemed as if a world of its own had formed within his sleeve, where all the hidden weapons flying everywhere were collected.
What?
She never expected it to be Fang Biao!
How could he be so amazing?
No, that's not right, this person can't be Fang Biao.
The thought flashed through her mind, and then everything went black before she could even see how she had been affected and she passed out.
Seeing Pan Qiaoqiao fall heavily to the ground, Qiu Honglei glared at her lover: "You bastard, you have no chivalry at all."
Although she said that, the upturned corners of her mouth showed how pleased she was to see the guy who usually opposed her in such a miserable state.
“This woman has no good intentions, she deserves it.” Zu An smiled, shoved her under the bed, and decided to avoid seeing her and getting annoyed.
Qiu Honglei lost interest in Pan Qiaoqiao and instead ran to Zuan, lifted her skirt, and twirled around. The red skirt resembled a blooming flower: "Grandma, do I look good in this?"
"A single glance back, a smile, and all the beauties of the six palaces pale in comparison," Zu An exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
"You're just trying to make me happy. There are clearly several beautiful women in the palace, such as the former Empress and the Crown Princess, who were both stunning beauties." Qiu Honglei had previously attempted to assassinate someone in the palace and had a deep impression of them.
Even so, hearing her lover praise her like that still made her feel sweet inside.
Zu An took her hand and helped her straighten her wedding dress: "Why are you wearing this today?"
"Don't you know that brides have to try on their clothes beforehand?" Qiu Honglei sat back down in front of the mirror and combed her hair. "This morning, the people from the Yin-Yang Path brought this dress over for me to try on. Although these people usually act despicably, I have to admit that their aesthetic sense is still on point, and the dress is quite beautiful. Originally, there were some maids who wanted to help me with my dressing, but I chased them all away."
"I feel like it's a bit strange that you're wearing someone else's wedding dress." Zu'an took the comb from her hand and gently combed her hair.
“What do you mean ‘someone else’? This is clearly mine,” Qiu Honglei snorted, then added, “I wore it especially for you.”
"She is indeed very beautiful." Watching the woman in the mirror gently applying red lip rouge, which shone with an alluring luster, Zu An couldn't help but be somewhat lost in thought.
It is said that a bride is the most beautiful woman in her life, and Qiu Honglei was already extremely beautiful. Now, the festive atmosphere in the room, with its colorful lanterns and decorations, and her rosy lips, made her even more charming and beautiful.
Zuan couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her, but Qiu Honglei turned her face away and said, "Don't use that weird look."
Zuan then realized what was happening, reverted to his original appearance, and the two kissed.
Qiu Hong let out a soft sob, her body going limp.
Unlike before, no one bothered them now, and they didn't have to worry about anything. This kiss was deep and lingering, as the two had been separated for a long time and poured all their longing into it.
After a long silence, Qiu Hong's lips parted, tears welling in her eyes: "Auntie, sometimes I feel very inferior."
"Inferiority complex? Why would you have such thoughts?" Zu An was somewhat puzzled, especially after arriving at Qiu Chi, he realized how high her status was in the hearts of the disciples of the Demonic Sect. She was practically a goddess-level figure in the eyes of countless men, and the direct disciples of various sects were basically her admirers.
Such a genius, possessing both beauty and talent, actually said he was insecure. If Pan Qiaoqiao heard this, she would probably wake up in anger on the spot.
"Because Chu Yan and you were once husband and wife, and even Manman was so close to you, only I am like an outsider in front of them." As Qiu Honglei spoke, tears involuntarily slid down her cheeks like pearls.
Seeing her tearful face, Zu An felt a surge of pity and, without saying a word, kissed her gently to comfort her.
Soon, Qiu Honglei was completely moved, her eyes even becoming somewhat tearful: "Grandpa, I have almost mastered the cultivation techniques that Master taught me during this seclusion."
Zuan's heart skipped a beat: "You mean..."
The two of them had never dared to cross the line before because of Yun Jianyue's warning that they couldn't ruin her body in advance so that she wouldn't be able to reach the highest realm of the Heavenly Demon Enchantress.
Qiu Hong's eyes were filled with love through her tears: "A-Zu, today I am your bride..."
Zuan's breathing quickened suddenly, and he could no longer hold back. He picked her up and placed her on the dressing table.
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