Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 87 Melting Ghosts
"My husband, it hurts. I'll lick it for you."

The darling wife was as gentle as water. Jiang Fuyuan curled up the corners of her mouth, then flattened her lips: "Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Zhong Lianfeng nodded obediently and consciously held her left hand again.

This was a privilege given to him by his husband, who said he loved him.

The happy smile on his face made Xiaopang shiver and couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Xiaopang looked away: "Master, what should we do next?"

Jiang Fuyuan clicked her tongue: "The half-ghost rabbit demon's obsession is our bridal chamber. I guess we won't be able to get out of this wedding room until tonight."

No matter what the situation is, she will never wrong herself.

With the beautiful scenery and soft bunk beds, there is no reason not to sleep on the big bed that looks very comfortable, wasting the opportunity for a good night's sleep.

Putting the yellow paper away in her arms, she assigned Xiaopang a task: "Go and guard the door."

"Oh." Xiaopang took the order and floated towards the door obediently.

Zhong Lianfeng gently shook the hands held by the two of them and whispered: "Then what should I do?"

Jiang Fuyuan turned around: "You? Sleep."

Zhong Lianfeng's face instantly turned red again, he pursed his lips and said "Okay" as thin as a mosquito.

He turned around and hurried to the bed, lowered his head to unbutton the collar. Once the buttons were unbuttoned, his broad chest and raised collarbone were exposed.

Jiang Fuyuan raised an eyebrow: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Lianfeng quickly raised his eyes to look at her, then lowered his head and whispered: "Sleep."

Jiang Fuyuan: "...I'm talking about pure sleep."

"Ah..." Zhong Liefeng pointed his fingers and looked at her helplessly, "But we got married..."

Jiang Fuyuan: "It's not considered a marriage without a wedding ceremony."

Zhong Lianfeng's hands shook again, and a trace of red appeared in his eyes.

Jiang Fuyuan:? ? ?Does he know that he cries so easily? ?

"Okay, darling, don't cry." She stretched out her hand to pull up his collar and button it up again, "This is not a good place to get married. When we go back, my husband will pay you a favor."

Zhong Lianfeng raised his head tremblingly: "Really?"

Jiang Fuyuan: "Really, I will definitely be responsible for you."

Zhong Lianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, sniffed, lifted the quilt, put on his clothes and lay down. Jiang Fuyuan followed her and got into the quilt. She felt the heat around her and sighed comfortably.

No matter how beautifully the half-ghost rabbit demon arranged the wedding room, it was also underwater, with heavy humidity and low temperature. She might not be able to fall asleep without some warmth around her.

Satisfied, Jiang Fuyuan patted the lovely wife beside him and praised, "My wife, you are really suitable for warming the bed."

Zhong Lianfeng's heart was so soft that it almost turned into a puddle of water, and he gave her a sweet smile in return.

Little Fatty's faint voice came from outside the door: "Master, your remarks really sound like a scumbag..."

Jiang Fuyuan:......

A night without dreams.

The next day, Jiang Fuyuan woke up, the quilt was warm, she turned over comfortably and yawned.

"Is it dawn?"

Zhong Lianfeng lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Just bright."

Jiang Fuyuan groaned and stretched out directly under the quilt. His warm and dry hands and feet touched the body of the person next to him as he stretched them out forcefully.

Zhong Lianfeng froze.

Feeling something wrong, Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyes and met his eyes: "Are you awake?"

Zhong Lianfeng: "...Hmm." "When did you wake up?" Jiang Fuyuan asked nonchalantly, turning her head and shrinking into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist.

It was too cold at the bottom of the water. The quilt only opened a small gap, and the biting chill rushed in.

Zhong Lianfeng shrank back and hurriedly tried to push her away: "Don't hug her in the middle of the night. It's not appropriate."

"Tsk." Jiang Fuyuan hugged her and refused to let go, "You called me a good husband last night, but it's not appropriate today?"

Zhong Lianfeng:......

She lay on his chest and took a deep breath like a goblin taking in Yang Qi. Jiang Fuyuan then let go, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and sat up: "General Zhong is already awake and you haven't rolled off yet. Why, you still want to warm the bed for my good husband?"

Zhong Lianfeng was a little dumbfounded. She was the one who asked him to warm the bed, and it was she who asked him to roll out of the bed.

She was like a flame that spread wantonly, making him want to touch and get close, but if he got too close, it would burn him without mercy.

Who can live without fire?At least he can't.

He was willing to obey Flame's orders, so he silently got up and got out of bed. He saw the shoes kicked up and down on the ground, and silently picked them up again. The toes of the shoes were facing out and they were placed side by side in front of the bed so that Flame could wear them easily.

The two of them had just roughly arranged their clothes when the little fat man who was guarding the door suddenly jumped in: "Master! Something is coming here!"

The half-ghost rabbit demon's power was obviously much higher than Xiaopang's ghost power. As soon as she finished speaking, her figure flashed at the door.

"Huh? It smells so bad..." Her nose twitched, "It smells like ghost..."

Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, raised his sleeves and smelled himself, then turned his head and asked Jiang Fuyuan in a low voice: "It doesn't stink, why does she slander ghosts?"

"Rabbits have a different sense of smell than humans. What humans think smells good may smell stinky to them." Jiang Fuyuan also whispered to comfort Xiaopang, "You are a smelly ghost, not a smelly ghost."

Rabbits' hearing is so sensitive that what they think they are whispering is actually falling into the ears of the half-ghost rabbit demon.

She snorted coldly: "Whether it is a fragrant ghost or a smelly ghost, they are both good materials for smelting."

"Wow, she still covets my soul!" Xiaopang shrank behind Jiang Fuyuan, revealing only two ghost eyes and looking at the half-ghost rabbit demon with disgust, "Although I am not the master's person in life, I will be the master in death. Ghost, you and I are different ghosts, so don’t wish to get me!"

Hearing the words "wishful thinking", the corners of the half-ghost rabbit demon's mouth twitched twice, and his face instantly turned ferocious.

Her tone was cold: "Whether it's wishful thinking or not, you'll know when you become a part of the baby."

After speaking, she raised her right hand, and the red silk used for decoration in the wedding room tightened instantly, and then turned into snakes and started to swim away.

"Hehe, catch them!"

Following her order, all the red silk snakes raised their heads at the same time, their scarlet snake eyes fixed on Jiang Fuyuan, and launched an attack.

First, there was a flash of red light, grazing Jiang Fuyuan's sleeve.

What followed was a rain of snakes that were as dense as arrows. Jiang Fuyuan turned her head to hide, frowning.

She is not afraid of these snakes. With the nourishment of the power of faith, she can dodge easily. She is mainly afraid that if there is a melee, they will turn their firepower to attack Zhong Lianfeng...

Seeing that she kept dodging, Zhong Lianfeng flicked his wrist, and the sword in his sleeves flashed coldly and came out. After a few ups and downs, snake blood flew into the air and countless broken snake segments flew.

These snakes seemed to feel no pain or danger, and kept swooping in the direction of Jiang Fuyuan.

Jiang Fuyuan took the time to take a look at Zhong Liefeng's condition. He was very skilled, and the Red Silk Snake didn't seem to include him in its attack range. He let him chop his companions into pieces with his sword and ignored him.

This is the disadvantage of the blind rabbit, she can't see, so Zhong Liefeng, who doesn't speak out, becomes an outsider.

There are a lot of red silks in the wedding room, which means there are also a lot of red silk snakes. If one dies, there will be two more, and there is no way to kill them all.

There is no point in continuing the fight like this.

Jiang Fuyuan jumped back to avoid another wave of fierce attacks, and whispered to Zhong Lianfeng: "Help me block it, I have to draw a charm."

Zhong Lianfeng nodded silently, and the sword in his hand turned faster until it turned into a circle of silver afterimages, blocking all the red silk snakes that were coming from all directions three feet away.

Jiang Fuyuan seized the opportunity and took out the yellow paper, wiped a hand of snake blood on the ground, and quickly smeared it on the yellow paper with his finger as a pen.

The snake blood seeped into the yellow paper under the control of the fingertips, a faint golden light flashed through, and the talisman was completed!

(End of this chapter)