Huangba Six Realms: The Shocking Concubine of Time Travel

Feng Zhuoxi frowned again: "What do I need to know your name for?"

"You are my wife, of course you need to know your husband's name." Mu Jiu smiled happily.

Feng Zhuoxi paused for a while, and said: "There is something I want to tell you seriously, please don't make such jokes again in the future."

Mu Jiu was stunned: "If you don't like me making fun of me like this, I will pay attention to it in the future. Why are you so serious? You should know what I mean, and I am not just making fun of you. But if you are not happy, I will not make fun of you in the future." Say it, okay?"

Feng Zhuoxi's expression was still serious, after thinking for a while, he suddenly changed the subject: "Mu Jiu, you have been the devil king for more than 100 years." [

"good."

"So, you are at least... over 100 years old..."

Mu Jiu suffocated, only feeling a little pain in her heart.

Sure enough, she really disliked him for being too old!

Peng Sangluo, who was watching His Majesty the Demon King from a distance, saw the hurt look on Mu Jiu's face, and was about to fly over to ask His Majesty what happened.

Probably due to the proximity to the capital and the tight guards, the villages and towns along the road were not affected or damaged by the vampire monster.

It is the beautiful spring season, and scenes of sowing and transplanting rice seedlings can be seen everywhere in the fields.

Women in the countryside are more daring than those in the city. When the heat of work is steaming, they will casually remove their outer shirts and middle clothes, and only wear sleeveless close-fitting gowns, continuing to sweat like rain with their hands covered in mud.

Mu Jiu expressed a lot of dissatisfaction with Feng Zhuoxi's behavior of not only covering her tightly, but also covering her face all the time: "It is said that you follow the Romans, and I think your outfit is too outlandish. I look at that short skirt , if you wear it, it must look good. Do you want to try it?"

Feng Zhuoxi hummed undeniably, but Mu Jiu thought she had agreed, and quickly dispatched her men to buy a bunch of fashionable ready-to-wear in various styles and sizes, and gave them to Feng Zhuo happily Xi, but was completely burned by her flames.

"Mu Jiu, don't think that I will always tolerate you because I need to rely on your help." Feng Zhuoxi couldn't figure out why Mu Jiu turned his face to other people's wise and powerful Mu Jiu and only thought about these things. It's unreasonable.

Mu Jiu felt that he was wronged. He really cared about Feng Zhuoxi, and he cared deeply for Feng Zhuoxi, so even if she beat and scolded him, he felt comfortable all over his body, so he also thought of ways to bring the two of them closer, and even did a lot of things that he thought he had done. It was a very interesting thing, but in the end Feng Zhuoxi didn't buy it at all, and felt that he was full of lust and lust.

With so much noise, when they reached the inner city of the capital, Feng Zhuoxi's face was extremely gloomy.

But Mu Jiu didn't know it, and waved his hands to a large group of generals kneeling on the ground, and led Feng Zhuoxi and the others to the private palace dedicated to the devil king, preparing to wash them off.

There is no trace of luxury in the devil's palace, and all the furnishings are mainly simple and elegant, and there is not even a single thing that makes people feel superfluous, just like Mu Jiu.

The attendants in the hall were all clean and handsome young men, each of them lowered their brows and seemed to be terrified of Mu Jiu. When he knelt on the ground, his head and neck drooped so much that it was almost broken.

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here." An older man dressed as a servant in the palace said at the entrance of the palace with his head bowed.