My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Stuffing a thick stack of talisman seals into the opponent's palm, Yan Conngling whispered, "In the early years, I pulled out the hair on the tip of its tail and drew these phantom talismans. Although it is not as good as the original body, it is still stained with the smell. It’s enough to scare those evil spirits.”

The commander looked grateful and said, "Girl, you are so kind..."

Before she could finish what she said, the girl waved her hand, "I don't need you to repay me with anything. I only have one request. If this happens again next time, please let me know in advance."

The old emperor is dead, and now the person sitting on the dragon throne is just a puppet.

It was Empress Wu who really gave the orders. The Imperial Guards are closely related to the safety of the imperial city, and they are always the first to receive news of any disturbance.

But in the eyes of this group of people, the old emperor was ignorant and unreliable, and Yan Conling did this for their sake and the people of the Imperial Capital. What's more, the Demon Suppression Division also has a share in guarding the safety.

It's within the responsibilities.

Thinking of this, the commander's expression became more serious, "Don't worry, girl, we will definitely guard the Imperial Capital."

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Yan Conngling nodded and turned to pull the rusty iron chain. The chain is heavy, and the other end is still connected to the Demon Suppression Tower. Even though it is so far away, the bone-chilling coldness can still be felt under the palm.

The white dog is larger than the previous flying tiger beasts, but its appearance is not as ferocious.

At this moment, she only gave her a slight tug, then she took two steps forward and pressed against the girl's body.

The pain in his heart had not yet eased, so Lou Qixue blocked the person behind him with a dark face.

He clearly remembered what this thing was. It was the same thing in his previous life. He suddenly went crazy while on night patrol and swallowed half of the moon.

Darkness breeds fear and desire, and also nourishes evil spirits.

If it hadn't been for the golden toad in the Demon Suppression Department's prison, it might not have been so easy.

Yan Conngling is not someone who hides behind others and seeks protection. Pushing the person in front of her away, she squatted down, and the white dog immediately came closer with its tail wagging, its enthusiasm no different from that of ordinary dogs.

"Steamed bun."

The girl called its name. When she first saw the Demon Suppression Tower more than ten years ago, she saw this dirty spirit dog at a glance.

Out of awe, no one dared to approach. Only the second senior brother led them forward and fed them steamed buns.

Unexpectedly, Bai Quan's appetite was unexpectedly large and he ate all the bag of steamed buns they were going to bring back.

When I mentioned it later, the only word that came to my mind was steamed buns, so I simply called it this name.

"I'll bring you a few more cages of food next time." Yan Conling whispered to it, "Be good and don't leave the Demon Suppression Tower anymore."

This is also to preserve it.

Avoid going the same route as the Flying Tiger Beast.

The commander opened his mouth and was about to say something. The chain in his hand suddenly swished and retracted quickly. He subconsciously let go of his hand and turned his head to look. Where was the shadow of the white dog in the field?

If such a big one is lost, it will easily cause trouble. After thinking about it, they still couldn't feel relieved, so the group headed towards the Demon Suppression Tower to check.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yan Conlingcai planned to ask his second senior brother to come over tomorrow to check on Bai Quan's condition to prevent any hidden plot by Empress Wu.

The back of the vest felt heavy, and a warm and moist feeling seeped through the tight-fitting thin summer shirt...

"Qi Xue?"

She turned around and noticed that his wound had opened again.

Yan Conling was busy getting down to business and didn't care about his life or death, but compared to the fact that he never took him with him before, it was nothing. The man's handsome face was as pale as paper, but he still managed to say something.

"I'm fine..."

His breath was suppressed by his efforts.

Unfortunately, he fainted the next moment. The long street was deserted, not even a carriage could be seen at this point. Yan Conngling sighed and could only accept his fate and move the person back.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, he actually had a fever.

The young man lying flat on the soft couch had an abnormally crimson look on his beautiful face and a beguiling arc at the end of his eyes. But his eyebrows were frowning like mountains, as if he was trapped in some extremely disturbing nightmare, showing a fragile state.

Yan Conling, who was sitting in front of him with a lamp, felt a little numb.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to dwell on his injuries or the fact that the majestic demon king would be as sick and weak as a mortal.

Lou Qixue's clothes had been stripped off by her long ago, leaving only a thin inner layer.

At this moment, the skirt of the clothes was wide open, and the belts were messy and scattered. On the exposed strong white chest, the gauze was still stained with blood that had not yet dried up.

Yan Congling's eyes darkened slightly.

The nine-tailed fox demon has a strong recovery ability, but I don’t know if it is because of the successive tail cuts. His injury healing speed is much slower, and this time he even became feverish and comatose like a mortal...

After pouring a bowl of warm water and giving the medicine, she sat in front of the couch, looking at the pale and beautiful face, somewhat lost in thought.

The first time we met the Zhao family seemed like yesterday. At that time, his white robe was as white as snow, his sleeves were blown by the wind, and he stood high in the clouds. Only the bright cinnabar at the end of his eyes hid the mortal world.

But now, in just a short time, he seems to be broken...

In the past, Yan Conling would never have imagined that he would be in a dilemma because of a demon.

After getting married, the fox demon seems to feed on love, unable to drive it away, unable to give it to you. Just watch him wither like a withered flower.

"If I send you back, you will definitely refuse." From Lingcheng to now, she has truly regretted it.

The eyelashes of the person on the couch trembled and he opened his eyes quickly. When he realized that his clothes were open, his expression suddenly changed, and he started to get up in a panic.

Blood seeped out again, and Yan Congling quickly held him down with quick eyes and hands, "What are you doing?"

Seeing clearly that it was her sitting in front of him, Lou Qixue seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his head was still a little dizzy, "Ling'er, why are you here?"

Yan Conngling: "...This is my home."

Could it be that he was burned out?

Her waist sank, and she suddenly fell inside. Lou Qixue looked weak and weak, but he pulled her hard.

He rolled his long arms and hugged the person firmly.

Yan Conling only had time to avoid his wounds and said, "Let go."

The other party didn't listen, but tightened his arms a little, "I had a nightmare, dreaming that you abandoned me again, no more..."

The snow-white fox ears that sprouted from the top of his head were aggrieved, showing a familiar obedient attitude.

He is showing weakness.

Yan Conling knew it very well, paused for a moment, and then patted him gently on the back.

The fox demon's whole body was hot, and his breath was scorching. A rare test succeeded, allowing him to push further. Lowering his head and approaching quietly, he said in a low and hoarse voice, "My wound hurts so much, please kiss me..."

The eyes are soft and full of spring water. The cinnabar makes the cinnabar even more beautiful and soul-stirring. The vixen's talent for seducing people was fully demonstrated at this moment.

The hot breath lingered, and her body was dyed with fire, spreading down her neck and onto her cheeks. My heart felt stuffy and clogged, suppressed by unfamiliar and indistinguishable emotions.

"Stop making trouble..."

(End of this chapter)