To go to Xiangze Palace, you need to pass through a bone forest.

Liushuang stepped on the white bones and heard the sound of crunching bones. In such a night, her hair stood on end. She lived with mortals when she transformed, and after a long time, she also picked up some of their habits.

For example, being afraid of scary and spooky things.

Guixiu Yan Chaosheng was probably the person she fell in love with after spending her whole life of determination and courage.

The Pisces pendant in the palm of her hand warmed up, encouraging her to move forward. The road was really long, and after walking for who knows how long, Liu Shuang saw Xiangze Palace.

This palace is still austere, but it is the most magnificent place besides the main hall.

She walked all the way here, and no one stopped her. Liu Shuang knew that in the ghost realm, Yan Chaosheng was absolute, and no one dared to disobey his orders.

Xiangze Palace is a forbidden area. Without his permission, no one would dare to come on weekdays.

In fact, Liu Shuang didn't know why he came to challenge his authority. The crack in her Pisces pendant caused her too much uneasiness, and she was eager to prove something.

For example, Yan Chaosheng loved her and valued her.

He didn't allow anyone else to come, but she disobeyed his order, and he wasn't willing to really punish her, right?

The door of Xiangze Palace was right in front of her. She put her hand on the door, gritted her teeth, and tried to push it open.

Liu Shuang's heart was high, the answer was behind this door. But the next moment, her wrist was held by a hand that was so cold that it was almost bone-chilling.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she saw Yan Chaosheng standing beside her with a cold expression.

"Why, you turn a blind eye to my orders?"

She had never heard him speak to her in such a cold and terrifying tone. The overwhelming pressure came over her, and she knew that he was angry.

There was a dull pain in her internal organs. She coughed and a trace of blood spilled from her lips.

"No, husband, I..." She wanted to explain, but she didn't know what to explain. Did she come here to repair the jade pendant, or did she want to see who the distinguished guest in the palace was, or was Yan Chaosheng's reaction to her trespassing into the "forbidden area"

manner?

But isn't his attitude very obvious now?

Liu's eyes were warm, and she lowered her head. She was so panicked that she didn't know whether to wipe away the blood on her lips first or the tears that were about to overflow from her eyes.

Yan Chaosheng looked at her coldly, his dark eyes seemed emotionless, and saw her tears falling like a broken bead curtain.

Under the dark sky, she was full of grievances, like a little ostrich, with her head buried and her shoulders trembling.

He forcibly lifted her chin and saw the blood on her lips. Yan Chaosheng paused, frowned, and wiped away the blood on her lips with his thumb.

Yan Chaosheng picked her up in his arms. It took almost half an hour for her to come, but in an instant, he carried her back to her dormitory.

The demon king's cloak almost completely covered her exquisite body. She was trembling in his arms, shaking like a fallen leaf that was about to wither.

"Don't cry." He turned around, hugged her and sat down beside the bed, put his hand on her delicate back, turned his palm, and spiritual energy poured into her body.

His spiritual power was overbearing, and the spiritual power she could bear needed to be as gentle as a trickle. She was so weak that she couldn't even bear his anger. He controlled his spiritual power, transforming from the power of a ghost cultivator into an immortal.

The power of the spirit was transferred to her little by little.

Although the injury had been healed by him, her eye circles were still as red as a rabbit and she stared blankly at the ground.

Yan Chaosheng opened her face and asked her to look at him. Since he became the Demon King six hundred years ago, he has been so arrogant. No one has ever disobeyed his orders, and all those who disobey him will be driven to pieces.

She tried her best, and no matter how much he punished her, it would not be considered excessive, not to mention the minor injuries caused by the pressure.

Facing her red eyes and tear-filled eyelashes, he said in a sarcastic tone, "You dare to break into the forbidden area. I didn't punish you, but you still feel wronged?"

She shook her head, her eyes still popping out.

He raised his hand to wipe away her tears, and finally rubbed her lips with his fingers, threatening: "If you cry again, I will throw you into the water prison and keep you company with water ghosts. Believe it or not."

She choked and said, "Then throw it away."

While saying indifferent words, her fingers secretly pinched the hem of his clothes. He lowered his eyes, raised his eyes slightly, and said, "You really want me to throw it away? The water ghost doesn't like neighbors like you. Don't look back and cry again."

Beg me."

His words were harsh, but Liushuang had been with him for half a year and knew that he was giving in in disguise and trying to coax her.

Over the past hundred years, he had not shown much tenderness. After wiping her tears, his hand was still against her back, sending spiritual power into her body.

Liu Shuang missed the tenderness of this moment, and the courage she mustered up to defeat all odds dissipated in this tenderness. She broke into the forbidden area, but he really didn't punish her. Although he couldn't control the pressure and hurt her, he still kept it.

Treating her injuries.

It's not that he doesn't care about her, right? The heart that is about to die is blooming with strong vitality little by little.

She hugged his neck and buried her little face in his neck: "Husband, you promised to come back soon, but you never came back."

He raised his hand and stroked her head.

"So, you blame me?"

She shook her head, took out the Pisces pendant from her arms and handed it over: "It's my jade. It... has cracks for some reason. No matter what, I can't repair it. I want my husband to help me."

Her two small hands wrapped around his.

He glanced at her, obeyed her, and his palms glowed with spiritual power. The demon king's power was so powerful that the two fishes on the already exquisite Pisces pendant almost came to life.

She watched without blinking.

But after a long time, the Pisces Pendant almost glowed, but the cracks were still there, with no sign of being repaired. Yan Chaosheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Shennong Jade?"

The jade produced from the ancient artifact Shennong's tripod can be used for divination, and its broken pieces cannot be reversed.

Liu Shuang was stunned for a moment, then took back the Pisces Pendant from his hand: "It doesn't matter, just forget it if it can't be repaired. It's just...a piece of jade. My husband, please give me a better-looking piece some other time."

Yan Chaosheng glanced at her and did not ask anything about Yu: "Whatever you want, tell Su Lun."

She nodded and finally showed a faint smile. Yan Chaosheng was about to put her down, but she hugged him depressedly: "Husband, it's so late, is there anything important that needs to be done immediately? Can you stay here and accompany me?

?”

He met the expectant look in her eyes, and after a while, he hummed and simply hugged her and lay down together.

The quilt is light and soft, just like her person, who is also soft and warm.

The glass lamp swayed slightly, and the silhouette of a thousand paper cranes was projected on the window sill. Yan Chaosheng knew that his little wife knew many strange things.

Such as making tea, paper-cutting, embroidery, making clothes...

When she transformed, she was picked up by a seventh-rank official couple in the mortal world. The couple's biological daughter died young. Seeing how cute she was, they thought she was a lost girl from some family, so they took her in with pity.

She was stupid herself, and she didn't know what type she was. She didn't think that fairy grass couldn't live with mortals. At that time, it was popular in the world to be elegant. She had a little fairy grass and was treated as a daughter of an official family, and she was raised delicately.

She is cute and has learned many things that only ordinary women can do.

But when it comes to cultivation, on the one hand she is not talented enough, on the other hand she is not interested and not diligent enough.

She didn't learn what she should learn, what she shouldn't know, she learned a lot of nonsense.

Ghost cultivators have always valued strength, and Yan Chaosheng was no exception. However, she was so "ignorant" that for hundreds of years, instead of "correcting" her, he silently acquiesced.

"Husband," Liu Shuang counted on his fingers, "there are still three months and four days before I am about to pass the tribulation."

He pulled up the quilt to cover her and responded lightly.

She didn't respond, and she didn't take the initiative to extend the topic. Her body was in conflict with the ghost realm. The ghost realm didn't have a trace of immortality and it was almost impossible to practice. However, whether you are a demon or an immortal, there will be two kinds of thunder disasters in your life.

One kind is "cultivation calamity", which is to practice hard, break through the calamity thunder of the realm, and overcome the calamity to get closer to a level.

The other type is the "bloodline calamity", which is a calamity thunder that tempers the blood. Once every fifty years, after surviving it, the bloodline will become purer and stronger.

For Liu Shuang, her cultivation level was almost at the same level. It was a wishful thinking to explore the realm, and she did not have to deal with the cultivation calamity. Bloodline tempering was something she had to go through, and she could not escape it.

But to deal with such a calamity, she needs to have enough cultivation to match it. It was he who helped him get through that time fifty years ago.

At that time, not long after their wedding, Yan Chaosheng came back victorious from a battle with the fairy world, full of energy. He could have waved his hand to help her survive the disaster, but he chose to use a more graceful way.

I practiced double cultivation with her in the dormitory, tossing her upside down for three days, tossing her so much that it was difficult to move my fingers, and then he pinched her face and laughed wantonly: "If you can't overcome the disaster by yourself this time, don't tell me that it was me, Yan Chao, who gave birth to you when you go out

wife."

After all, when the thunder struck down, seeing how weak she was, he still sneered and helped her block most of it.

Now, another fifty years have passed.

This time, he still returned victorious, and even the whole world was in peace. He held the power of both realms and maintained a strict command.

Liu Shuang recalled the past, and her heart felt sweet. Under the cloud quilt, she held Yan Chaosheng's hand and inserted her slender fingers into his.

Not knowing where the courage came from, he stood up and said, "Husband, husband, this time, I want to survive the disaster by myself."

She thought she was very loud, but her words were lowered countless times, and her ears turned red. Even though the monarchs of the two realms were beneath her, their momentum remained intact.

His handsome features were picturesque, and when he heard the words, there were shallow ripples in his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was ridicule or contempt.

He said: "Can you do it?"

Liu held his belt tightly with her little hands, her cheeks turning crimson: "You, you can do it."

He lowered his eyes and slightly raised the corners of his mouth. He simply didn't move and let her do whatever she wanted to see if she dared to do so.

Liu Shuang never took the initiative, she almost trembled as she untied the knot of his clothes.
To be continued...