Just because you've never eaten pork doesn't mean you've never seen a pig run.
Tu Shanmu had never had intimate contact with anyone, but he had seen passionate young people in the demon race kissing in public and even mating on the spot.
He knew that only the closest people could do such a thing.
Although his relationship with Qingyao had improved considerably since they left Qingqiu, it was far from the point where they would do such a thing.
Having figured this out, Tu Shanmu turned his head, wanting to break free from this reckless lunatic.
Qingyao, however, used an unyielding and domineering manner to savor every flavor in the man's mouth.
It was sweeter, softer, and more fragrant than I expected.
Qingyao released Tu Shanmu before he could exert his power.
He stepped out of the wooden tub, naked, and stood shamelessly in front of Tu Shanmu.
If Tu Shanmu still doesn't understand what he's thinking, then he's a fool.
"What do you mean?"
Qingyao disliked beating around the bush and confessed very directly: "I like you and want to be with you."
Tu Shanmu didn't speak, but his expression conveyed his meaning.
You've lost your mind.
Qingyao smiled, lowered her head, and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"I've made up my mind about you, you can't escape."
From this declarative statement, Tu Shanmu realized that Qingyao had changed again.
This fickle man used to always ask him to do this and that.
From that night on, Qingyao treated Tu Shanmu like royalty, not letting his hands touch anything, and always stayed by Tu Shanmu's side, being extremely affectionate.
Fortunately, the marriage selection event was just around the corner, otherwise Tu Shan Mu Zhen might have beaten him up because he couldn't stand it.
The selection of a son-in-law was held in the Demon Clan's arena, a spacious venue with many seats in the stands, capable of accommodating a large number of people.
Princess Jiu's marriage has always been a hot topic among the demons, and all eligible young demons eagerly sign up.
Qingyao asked Tushanmu to sit next to him.
This was against the rules. The Third Elder glanced at them several times. Qingyao pretended to be confused and pressed Tushanmu down to sit properly.
The demon god personally selected a husband for the princess. Many commoners who would never see the demon god in their lives eagerly signed up to compete, not to marry the princess, but simply to see what the legendary demon god was like.
Tu Shanmu reminded Qingyao to tone down his silly grin and be mindful of his image.
Qingyao sighed, "I should have let Shu Yan do this job."
Tu Shan Mu thought to himself that Shu Yan was not in the mood to marry any princess right now.
The Fourth Prince, Mo Ge, is quite shrewd; he has won over the Princess's heart. If it weren't for her mission, she would probably have already sided with Mo Ge.
Junhuang has feelings for Moge; she told Tushan Mu herself.
She didn't dare tell the other three, afraid they would scold her for being out of her mind.
Tu Shanmu has a gentle temperament, and Junhuang only dares to confide in him.
Soon it was Qingyao's turn to go on stage. He concealed his strength and did not unleash it at all, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.
After more than a dozen rounds, only a few dozen people remained on the field.
These people were all highly skilled, and the later matches were much more exciting than the earlier ones, which were decided in a few moves.
The arena reeked of blood, the smell of blood that had seeped into the ground over the years and was exposed to the sun.
The people in the stands were incredibly enthusiastic, cheering and getting excited for each fight. When they saw bloodshed, they became even more agitated.
Tu Shanmu sat in his seat, watching the changing tides of the game.
Qingyao was still relaxed, but not as at ease as before.
When only six people remained on the field, Tu Shanmu's nerves slowly tightened.
Qingyao drew his sword and swept down one of his opponents, leaving three people on the field.
A man as tall and imposing as a mountain, a man who is neither male nor female and has delicate fingers, and Qingyao.
The three fought fiercely, and whoever survived to the end would marry the Ninth Princess and become the Demon God's ideal son-in-law.
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