The strong wind blew the corners of Yan Chaosheng's clothes violently. Liu Shuang held the corners of Yan Chaosheng's clothes and said, "Husband, let's go to the ghost land for a walk. Can we return to the palace later?"

Yan Chaosheng put away the halberd and did not reply immediately.

Fu Heng followed him, unable to guess the mood of the demon king. No one expected to fight Feng Fuming for five full days. At this moment, the gate of hell is wide open, and all the demons are congratulating themselves. They have to go back to the palace to take charge.

Rather than dwell on the love between children.

But for Liu Shuang, the time she could spend alone with Yan Chaosheng was too little. She waited for him for five days. Once he returned to the Ghost Palace, he would become the monarch of two realms instead of her husband alone.

If she didn't fight for it, she might not have the chance to give the gift when Yan Chaosheng got busy. She touched her arms and exhausted all her energy to weave the tie. She hadn't gotten along well with him for a long time.

The curvature of Yan Chaosheng's mouth remained unchanged and he brushed her hand away. His voice had returned to the usual coldness of the demon king. He casually wiped the blood on his hand and said: "Another day, Su Lun, I will send you back."

After that, he was about to leave with Fu Heng.

Su Lun took a look at Liu Shuang, who was left on the spot, obviously a little depressed, but still well-behaved and not noisy. He sighed in his heart and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, there are still two people left before the banquet begins.

At that time, your subordinates should arrange everything. Today is your birthday. The ghost realm must be extremely lively. Your Majesty has been in the ghost realm for so long and rarely moves around. You should rest for a while and leave other matters to Master Fu Heng.

I believe that Lord Fu Heng will not disappoint your expectations."

He glanced at Fu Heng with his fox eyes and said with a smile: "Master Fu Heng, right?"

The corner of Fu Heng's mouth twitched, and he scolded the male vixen tens of thousands of times in his heart. His stern face twisted for a moment: "Yes, I will arrange these demons carefully to prevent them from causing trouble."

"Look, Master Fu Heng has said so. If he can't handle it, he will be punished. Demon Lord, just go and inspect the ghost realm with your wife."

Yan Chaosheng was noncommittal, and Liu Shuang's plain little face was a little pale, because she hadn't had a good rest, and looked a little fragile. When Su Lun spoke for her, she looked at him with a pair of watery eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

Yan Chaosheng knew that even if he refused, she would only be temporarily disappointed. The next time she saw him, she would be happy again and her eyes would light up.

There is no need to bother coaxing her, she can coax herself well.

He raised his eyes slightly, and for some unknown reason, suddenly said to her: "A hundred ghosts are out today, and there are a bunch of ghosts on the street."

Liu Shuang was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant, her eyes fainted with a smile, and she shook her head vigorously: "My husband is here, don't be afraid."

"Yes." Yan Chaosheng said calmly without turning his head: "Fu Heng, if there is any trouble caused by the demon envoy, please raise your head and see me."

Fu Heng took a look at Su Lun, who was waving a folding fan and looked like a human and a dog. He gritted his teeth and clasped his fists: "I understand."

The eaves and corners of the ghost domain are covered with black silk ribbons.

Once a year, the always gloomy ghost land is the busiest on this day. Yan Chaosheng was the best monarch to everyone. He quelled the injustice of the eight wastelands and created a prosperous age for both the demon and ghost worlds.

Like the founding emperor of the world, he is deeply loved.

Liu Shuang and Yan Chaosheng walked through the streets of the ghost domain together and saw ghost cultivator children running on the streets. They were greeted and sent off with a light smile on their faces.

She was so proud of Yan Chao in her heart that she felt so warm that she was almost bubbling.

This was the first time for Liu Shuang to walk on such a lively ghostland street. Different from the human world, the colors here were darker, and the items sold even included magic tools made of bones.

Everything Liu Shuang looked at felt very strange.

It's not that she doesn't like fun, but her fairy body is incompatible with the ghost world. She can tell at a glance that she is not a ghost cultivator. If no one protects her, she will be easily in danger. She knows that Yan Chaosheng was busy in the past, and she is afraid of getting him into trouble.

If there is any trouble, he will stay in his yard and not walk around.

After walking for a short distance, many people had already cast their coveted eyes on her. To them, the grass jelly was no less than a piece of sweet pastry.

Yan Chaosheng looked over with cold eyes. Many of the ghost cultivators had never seen the king before, but they were frightened by the strong pressure on him and withdrew their gaze. He had not yet taken off his shirt. From a distance, he looked like a man full of murderous aura.

Powerful ghost cultivator. People in the ghost realm have always valued strength. It didn't take long for those ill-intentioned eyes to be withdrawn.

Yan Chaosheng found that the people around him had not followed him. When he turned around, he found that Liu Shuang was looking in the same direction.

There is a dark blue turret on the street. Under the corner, a beautiful female cultivator with less than half of her breasts exposed hooks her arms around the neck of a male ghost cultivator and kisses her passionately.

And his little fairy grass concubine is watching.

Sensing Liu Shuang's gaze, the female cultivator gave her an explicit wink. She seemed frightened and ran to him quickly: "Husband."

Yan Chaosheng knew that her upbringing was different. What her mortal mother asked her to learn was the hypocritical behavior of mortals. Most mortals are afraid of and disgusted with ghost cultivators. Although Yan Chaosheng now unifies the two worlds, he cannot

Changing other people's opinions will not kill all the ants.

He has a cool temper, and his tone is light and sarcastic: "Are you afraid? After coming here for a hundred years, no one told you that demon cultivators and ghost cultivators have always been wild. If you are really afraid, go back..." After all, this kind of scene

, everywhere in the ghost realm.

Before he finished speaking, he already realized that this was not the case.

Her eyes were full of eagerness to try.

Yan Chaosheng was silent for a moment and said in a cold voice: "What is that look in your eyes?"

She said: "Husband, can we..." She looked at his long, pale fingers hidden under his shirt, and stretched out her little hand, motioning for him to hold it.

He sneered lightly: "It's not appropriate, I am a demon king."

Liu Shuang thought for a while, bought a white jade mask from a nearby vendor stall, and put it on him on tiptoes. She looked around and saw that even though his face was covered, the Demon King still looked noble.

"No one recognizes me now."

Liu Shuang couldn't see the expression on the face under the mask, she could only see his pair of dark eyes, as cold as a starry night.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and then, her hand was wrapped by a cold and pale hand. The corners of Liu Shuang's mouth couldn't stop rising, and they tried to suppress it. There are also ghost cultivators who don't let loose.

The two of them walked to the busiest place, Liu Shuang was thinking about the brocade box in his arms: "Husband, I have..."

Before he finished speaking, a maidservant knelt down in panic and said to Yan Chaosheng: "Monster, something bad has happened. Without my natal jade bamboo, I can't suppress it even with the Mingxi Pearl. Something happened to my master!"

Liu Shuang was stunned. She had never seen this maid before. She was not a ghost cultivator, but she had the aura of a fairy.

Yan Chaosheng's tone was cold: "What?"

Liu Shuang felt her hands being released, but in the blink of an eye, Yan Chaosheng and the maidservant disappeared from sight.

He forgot about her beside him, said nothing to comfort her, and never looked back.

The white jade mask fell to Liu Shuang's feet, making a crisp sound. There was no scorching sun in the ghost realm, only the bone-cold wind blowing on Liu Shuang's body.

Secretly, many dark eyes locked on her for an instant. The cold air came from behind, carrying a fishy smell.

Liu Shuang turned around hastily, and a ghost cultivator wearing a cloak stretched out his hand towards her. Jie Jie smiled and said: "Since he is not with you, we will not be polite."

He said with salivation: "It smells so good, it smells like a fairy."

Not only him, but other ghost cultivators also came over, vying for a piece of the pie. When Liu Shuang was in the palace, he had never seen so many ghost cultivators. It was like being immersed in a terrifying abyss from the clear sky and daylight.

Countless pale hands came to pull her, and some even had only a skeleton. Liu Shuang tried to condense the magic to repel them, but all the spiritual power, together with her love for Yan Chaosheng, was poured into the brocade box, and she almost couldn't help it.

Without the strength to resist, someone grabbed his neck and dragged him in front of him.

Someone said: "You bitch, whoever sees her has a share. If you eat her all to yourself, aren't you afraid of being killed by that ghost cultivator and coming back to settle the score?"

The ghost Xiu smiled solemnly and said, "What are you afraid of? If you really care about her so much, you will leave her in this place?"

With one word, he broke through the thoughts that Liu Shuang didn't want to touch in her heart. She turned pale and looked at the white jade mask that was thrown down on the ground not far away.

All this happened almost instantly, Yan Chaosheng abandoned her.

The expression on her face was empty and dazed, and Liu Shuang felt like she was in an extremely absurd dream. Unfortunately, the hand on her neck almost froze her skin, telling her that this was not a nightmare.

The brocade box in his hand was knocked over and fell to the ground.

She stretched out her hand in panic, subconsciously trying to protect it. But the box was thrown open and the strap fell out.

She watched helplessly as countless pairs of feet trampled over it, and the bright blue color became dirty.

The hand on her neck tightened, and the white bones almost sunk into her flesh. She just looked at the trampled brocade box without crying.

The next moment Liu Shuang thought he might die like this, the ghost cultivators seemed to sense the danger and dispersed in a hurry.

A fan slashed the throat of the ghost cultivator who was choking her. The ghost cultivator screamed and turned into a ball of black air. The fan spun around and fell into the hand of the person who came.

Su Lun said: "Your Majesty..." It sounded like pity, but also like a sigh.

Liu Shuang didn't speak. She squatted down, coughed desperately, and picked up the soiled hair tie. She patted the soil and found that it couldn't be wiped clean.

Su Lun conjured up a brocade robe and put it on her body: "Madam, the street is very windy. I will send you back first?"

She nodded, and walked behind him just like every day and night for the past hundred years, making people worry-free and not causing trouble to anyone.

Su Lun turned his back to her, and the smile on his face faded. Even he felt that the words he spoke were far-fetched and difficult: "I'm sorry, my dear, something big happened in the ghost realm, so the demon lord rushed back. The demon lord sent his subordinates

He Changhuan is left with your Majesty, and nothing will happen to your Majesty. It is my subordinate’s mistake that made your Majesty injured today. When your subordinates go back, they will be punished themselves. I will be punished according to the Majesty’s instructions.”

Liu Shuang behind him did not respond for a long time.

Su Lun didn't dare to look back. A thousand-year-old monster like him was afraid to look back and see a face full of tears.

After a long time, her soft voice came from behind.

"Lord Su Lun."

Su Lun turned around and saw a pale little face.

Surprisingly, there were no tears on her face. She held the dirty tie tightly in her hands and asked him in a serious and almost distressing tone: "Does your husband not love me? You have been lying to me."

,Is it right?"

No matter how naive and simple she is, she still knows that loving someone is not like this.
Chapter completed!