She pulled out the stool and walked out of the hall. She heard the ghost guarding the gate say that Xiaoshuang did not go back, but knelt in front of the ghost gate, as if she was about to kneel like a sculpture. Jiuxi lazily raised her eyelids and looked at the souls wandering on the Sanchuan Road. Some of them were unwilling to drink the Mengpo soup and willingly jumped into the blood-yellow Forgetful River. The surging river water instantly swallowed up the soul.
Thrilling.
Jiuxi was watching the scene when she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulders. She turned around and saw that it was Mingye who had put a robe on her. Mingye's gentle eyes were full of peace. "It's windy, why don't you put on more clothes?"
Jiuxi's nose felt sore, and she grabbed his hand, lowering her voice, "What the hell is Xiaoshuang planning?"
A hint of contempt appeared in Mingye's eyes, "She has her eyes on my husband."
Jiuxi glanced at Mingye and softened his tone, "I stabbed her with a sword."
"Why don't you just stab her with the sword and throw her into hell?" His words were calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care about her brutality at all.
In fact, no matter how big a mess she made, he would take the responsibility for her.
Jiuxi twitched the corners of his lips, "I just think this matter is very strange."
As the souls walked back and forth across the Naihe Bridge, their expressions gradually became empty and indifferent. The existence of Mengpo Soup was to help people escape the entanglements of their past lives. Jiuxi's brows softened and he said, "Actually, I don't necessarily want to kill them. If what Xiaoshuang said is true, the underworld is so big that it can always accommodate those foxes."
Her mother was a fox fairy, and she had no choice. All she could do was to make Fu Jin less embarrassed.
Mingye stretched out his fingers to smooth the wrinkles at the corners of her eyebrows. His fingers moved slightly downwards, lightly outlining the shape of her brow bone. He softened his tone, his eyes filled with doting, "Whatever you want, it will be done."
Jiuxi felt that this action was a bit ambiguous, so he stepped back and curled the corners of his lips, "Other people have three wives and four concubines, but you won't blame me for being so fierce, right?"
In fact, she couldn't help but feel bitter at the thought of him getting involved with other women.
Ming Ye held her in his arms, smiling elegantly, "With a wife like Ruxi, what else can I ask for in this life?"
Looking at the two people hugging each other tightly, the Demon Lord felt uncomfortable. He clenched his fists tightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Just when he was about to scold Jialou Mingye, Qingran stood in front of the Demon Lord and said, "What do you want to do!"
"What I want to do is none of your business!" The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes in anger. The Demon Lord felt that Qingran was too petty. He just pushed Qingran, but Qingran still remembered it. It was true that only women and villains were difficult to raise!
Qingran stuck the sword into the ground, crossed his arms, and his expression became even colder. "I think you look like someone who wants to destroy the relationship between other couples!"
The Demon Lord stretched out his hand, almost grabbing Qingran by the collar, and said, "Go away!"
"I won't leave!" Qingran is also a person who sticks to his word.
If the Demon Lord had the same temper as before, if someone dared to disobey him, he would have smashed that person into pieces. But now, his temper has become more dull. At this moment, he is just very angry and has not taken any substantial action.
The Demon Lord's current appearance was completely different from the cruel and ruthless person described by Laojun. Therefore, Qingran also had a higher opinion of the Demon Lord. The two sides confronted each other, neither of them giving in. The Demon Lord grinned and said, "You damn woman, do you believe that I will throw you into the Forgetful River?"
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