The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

The man's shoulder blade was crossed by a chain, and there was dried blood on his heart.

Jun Yunsi lowered his eyes and closed his eyes. Shen Tang knelt down in his arms, looking up at his face with tears hanging down his cheeks.

After hundreds of changes in the world, the appearance of the two embracing figures remains unchanged, forming a beautiful and unchanging ancient painting.

Jun Yan's small figure knelt motionless in front of the two of them, his eyes turning red again and again.

Nangong Mo's voice was harsh and she pulled him into her arms, "Yan'er, you still have an aunt."

Tears fell silently, and Jun Yan burst into tears.

"Isn't daddy the most powerful invincible god in the world? Why is this happening?!"

Nangong Mo froze, his eyes falling on the woman wearing a crocodile silk wedding dress.

Jun Yan crawled over and knelt down little by little, cautiously, his eyes full of timidity and admiration.

"Although I have never met you, I know that you must be my mother, the woman that my father loves most..."

Nangong Mo slowly turned his back, covering his face and losing his voice.

Jun Yan straightened his little body, put his sleeves on Shen Tangluo's face, and wiped away her dried tears.

"Daddy definitely doesn't want to see you cry. It's all Yan'er's fault for not coming to see you earlier."

He suddenly sniffed and put on a sweet smile, "You are indeed the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Mom, Jun Yan is here to take you and dad home."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a trace of remaining spiritual thoughts overflowed from Jun Yunsi's eyebrows.

Jun Yan's face was slightly startled, and he subconsciously reached out to hold it and protect it in his palm.

He was overjoyed and tears rolled down his face, "Dad, are you coming back?"

The spiritual brilliance that locked Jun Yunsi's half-life memory became brighter and brighter, scattered bits and pieces, and finally poured into the broken body.

In a daze, he seemed to see the beautiful mother with blood bleeding from the corner of her mouth, walking towards his father step by step.

Her voice made no sound, but as her lips and teeth opened and closed, each word was as heavy as a thousand words, "Where Jun Yunsi is, there is Shen Tangluo."

The stars change, and the sea changes. 800 years ago, the day after the wedding.

Jun Yunsi woke up from the bed, and Shen Tangluo's figure had disappeared.

The dormitory hall was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Jun Yunsi had a bad premonition in his heart.

The next moment, a woman full of murderous intent appeared in front of him, and a sword stopped between his eyebrows.

"Tang'er!"

He had no way of knowing what happened. When he saw Shen Tangluo's arms covered in blood dripping with only her underwear, he immediately tensed up and snatched the sharp weapon from her hand without hesitation.

"Don't come here!" Shen Tang stepped back and shouted sharply, but the tip of the sword filled with black energy in his hand was getting closer to his heart inch by inch.

Jun Yunsi clenched his fists and coaxed softly, "Tang'er, what's wrong with you? I won't go over, so put your sword down first and don't hurt yourself."

Shen Tangluo had an expressionless face, watching him warily with eyes as if looking at a stranger, and his voice was cold and cold.

"who are you?"

She was completely different from the little girl who cooed in his arms last night.

Jun Yunsi froze, and his voice trembled slightly, "Tang'er, don't you remember me?"

With that said, Jun Yunsi waved his hand and threw out the barrier, trapping Shen Tangluo's figure.

"Tang'er, how did you get this injury?"

The evil energy in Shen Tangluo's body surged, and he wanted to break free, "Let me go!"

Jun Yunsi's eyes were filled with bitterness, "We just got married yesterday, don't you remember any of this?"

Shen Tangluo suddenly sneered, broke through the restraint, and grabbed Jun Yunsi's throat, "Why should I remember this?"

　——The male protagonist's perspective is opened: the Buddhist style is updated, I am really embarrassed to live up to the persistence of the little fairy (Miss Miaoqing really votes every day), but I am also really busy, the kind of person who does not touch the ground, and sets out before dawn every day. Four hours were wasted on the road. In addition to preparing for the exam, I was also working on a short play (which has been finalized and prepared for filming). In the near future, the person on the paper will come to life. I am a little confused + a little uneasy, and I have become a little unable to write. I’m sorry, I hope that the Demon Concubine will be worthy of you in the end.

　　(End of this chapter)