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

His clothes were untied, and under his fingertips was a man's body with beautiful and distinct lines.

Yan Conngling looked away.

The guilt that has been deliberately accumulated in my heart for this period of time seems to be slowly melting in the heat, transforming into something more complicated...

It was supposed to be a dragonfly touching the water, but it didn't wait to retreat. The young man's well-jointed hands had already lightly lifted her wrist, and he took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the situation.

His meaning was obvious, he was a fox demon after all.

No matter how elegant the white clothes were in the past and the elegant demeanor she pretended to be, she could not hide her true nature.

Yan Conling frowned and pushed him back, "No, you are still injured." She still remembered the lesson she learned when Lingcheng was caught by the old doctor last time.

Lou Qixue's eyes were filled with resentment, as if he could feed a hundred evil spirits.

Of course he wouldn't force her if she didn't want to. Darkness does not exist. In his previous life, his soul was cut off with a sword, and at best, he only gave birth to inner demons.

And after seeing her, I lost all my anger. Yan Conling didn't have to do anything, just stood there, and he felt that nothing bad should have anything to do with her.

In a short period of time, his expression changed dramatically. Yan Conling was silent for a while, and said comforting words as the sun came out in the west.

"Wait until you recover from your injury first."

The other party lay back with tears in his eyes.

Yan Conling opened the quilt and wanted to go out.

The corner of the cuff was gently pulled, and the Qingxin bell on the young man's wrist rang, "Are you angry?"

This cautiousness made Yan Conling stunned for a moment and shook his head, "No, I just went out to wash my face."

By the way, let me calm down the inexplicable anger in my heart.

This time, he finally let go of his hand, resembling the little fox form he had been in when he lost his memory.

However, the expression at that time was more direct and bold.

The vixen should not be underestimated...

The clear water slapped on the face, and the night wind blew it, making it feel cold. After reciting the Purifying Mantra silently in his heart several times, Yan Conling re-entered.

Lou Qixue had already consciously made room for her. The two of them lay on their backs, both with their eyes wide open, and were silent for a moment.

In the end, it was Yan Conling who was the first to break the news, "Do you know much about the origins of Xiaolai's parents?" This matter was only briefly mentioned before, but now that the puppet guards have been replaced, people have to pay attention to this matter. question.

"I don't know much about her father." Lou Qixue quietly leaned towards her and said.

"But based on her bloodline, her mother is a distant aunt of mine. Back then, she was famous among the Fox clan for her beauty and had many suitors."

"Unexpectedly, there was no news after she went out. When I saw her again, it was only Xiao Lai."

Therefore, he didn't know much about Xiaolai's father than they did. Even Xiao Lai has never seen his biological father...

Yan Conling couldn't help but think in a bad direction, "Xiao Lai's mother won't be deceived, right?"

If he hadn't died, he would have taken action long ago if he saw his wife and daughter reduced to this.

"Probably." Lou Qixue sighed, "The year Xiaolai was brought back, there were a lot of such gossips."

Xiaolai's mother, whom no one looked down on in the past, finally gave birth to a half-demon and cost her own life.

It's not worth it no matter how you look at it.

This is also the reason why the demon clan rejects Xiao Lai.

Since I haven't seen it before, I have nothing to ask. Yan Congling's eyes wandered over his flawless profile, and Yan Congling was filled with doubts.

"Your parents aren't the prettiest?"

If it hadn't been for the commotion in Hongxiu Tower, he and she would have become famous together. With this face alone, even if you go out and say little, you will attract a lot of flowers and grass. Mentioning his appearance, Lou Qixue instantly became alert, "I have never met my parents. I only heard that my father was murderous and cruel when he was the Demon King, so no one made any assumptions about his appearance. As for my mother... no one has seen her. Over her human form.”

He knows that he is good-looking, and he values ​​this face very much.

After all, there was nothing he could do in front of Yan Conngling. Only this skin can occasionally seduce him successfully and make her look at him more.

Never seen a human form?
Yan Conling was stunned for a moment, then felt that it shouldn't be the case.

For descendants of Lou Qixue's bloodline, no matter how low their talent is, their cultivation level will not be so low that they cannot even create a human form.

"Did he suffer some serious injury?" Just like when he turned into a little fox before.

"No." Lou Qixue shook her head, "She just doesn't like the appearance of people and thinks foxes are more beautiful."

Suddenly, he turned over and faced her directly, his eyes flashed with a strange light in the darkness, "And it's not that she has not transformed into a human form. It is said that she has always had a human body, but the head of a fox... …”

I made up that image in my mind.

The corner of Yan Conling's mouth twitched slightly.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that there was nothing wrong with it. Of course the fox thought the fox's face was pretty.

In a way, his mother's aesthetic was about staying true to herself.

Unaware of the storm in her mind, Lou Qixue bent down to reach the book box under the bed.

"Which script should I listen to today?"

"I won't listen to you today. You're sick. You'd better go to bed early." The girl rolled up the quilt and asked curiously as her peripheral vision glanced at the bookcase that she hadn't had time to close.

"Why doesn't the bottom one have any words?"

Her occupational disease always occurs at all kinds of strange times.

Lou Qixue's box of storybooks is romantic and tacky. Besides, a fox is a fox, and the ending must be happy, as if there is some obsession.

But today's book doesn't look like a new one...

Swish - the slender hand that was originally resting on it quickly closed the box. In the darkness, the breathing of the person next to him seemed to be tense for a moment.

"It's just a picture album I bought casually..."

Yan Conling didn't ask any more questions.

There have been a lot of things going on recently, and even if the demon catcher is energetic and far better than ordinary people, he will inevitably feel a little tired.

Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she quickly fell asleep.

The dream was more positive than when the cook in the Demon Suppression Department went to work, but this time she was not dreaming about the past. Instead, the word "Happy" is written on red silk, with bright pink and floating gold.

The flowers and candles were swaying on the table, and Yan Conling was stunned for a long time before he recognized that this was the wedding day.

Because she didn't care, she didn't remember many details.

Looking back now, I realize how much thought was put into it, how clever and careful it was. It is not difficult to imagine how much expectations the person who arranged it had at the time... It was a pity that at the end of the night, he ruined it with his own hands.

Then I thought about how every time I left someone behind, I would leave indifferently without looking back. The feeling of congestion in the bottom of her heart increased a little more. Looking down at the lifelike golden butterfly fluttering its wings on the happy fan, Yan Conngling was a little lost in thought.

After a moment, as if she thought of something, she quickly turned over her sleeves.

The candlelight swayed, and in the rouge-colored flickering shadow, two golden butterflies folded their wings, and their bodies were close to each other, quietly perching inside... They were not the common dragons and phoenixes or mandarin ducks, but golden butterflies that followed each other in life and death.

There is a brief blank in my thoughts.

Before she could adjust her disordered breathing, the door suddenly clicked and someone gently pushed it open... (End of Chapter)