The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 633
Xie Wanrong looked at the breakthrough in the painting style of the entire demon world, sneered, and nodded with raised eyebrows: "Festive, very festive."

"Do you like it?"

Qi Jinghuan's deep voice suddenly appeared in her ears, "Then I will give orders, and the Demon Realm will do the same."

The smile on the corners of Xie Wanrong's lips froze immediately, Xie Wanrong coughed lightly, before he could speak, the old demon king said lightly: "According to what, this old man came up with it myself!"

The corners of Xie Wanrong's mouth twitched slightly, thinking of the dark and misty demon world covered with red silk cloth, that strange sight... Just thinking about it was enough to make her whole body shudder.

So spooky, so scary.

She grabbed Qi Jinghuan's arm calmly, and nodded following the old demon king's words: "It's better to change it."

The corners of Qi Jinghuan's lips curled up almost invisibly, he glanced at the old demon king, and said in a calm voice, "Wan'er, if you don't like this, just say so, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable if you keep looking at it in the future."

"Don't like it?" The old demon king widened his eyes and separated Xie Wanrong from Qi Jinghuan.

Before entering the demon world, he had already provoked his own granddaughter like this, the old demon king frowned, and brought Xie Wanrong directly into the magnificently furnished hall.

"Girl, tell your grandfather whether you like it or not."

"..."

Xie Wanrong couldn't help but stare at Qi Jinghuan who stepped into the hall slowly, she looked at every exaggerated decoration in the hall, she was stunned for a few seconds, "I like it!"

She only left for half a day, how did they do it? It seemed that in the blink of an eye, such a festive atmosphere was created in the demon world.

When the old demon king heard the word "like", he proudly smiled provocatively at Qi Jinghuan, "It's my blood after all, this kind of blood relationship is inseparable."

Xie Wanrong was afraid that Qi Jinghuan would say something again, so he quickly wrapped Qi Jinghuan's arm around his waist with his palm hidden under the wide sleeve.

With a ruthless smile, he said, "Ah Huan, how about you, do you like it or not!"

Qi Jinghuan's eyes were deep, indulging in tenderness, and he grinned at Xie Wanrong, with a drawn out voice: "Hi-Huan, why don't you like it."

Why did these two men suddenly become so naive.

The old demon king snorted, "You go back to the demon world first, according to the rules of the lower world, you are not allowed to meet before getting married."

"This is not the lower bound, and the next rules will not be followed." Qi Jinghuan retorted word by word.

The old demon king frowned, knowing that marrying Xie Wanrong to Qi Jinghuan would not be able to satisfy his sense of superiority as Xie Wanrong's grandfather.

Who let the other party be the devil.

The old demon king snorted angrily and sat down.

When getting married, Xie Wanrong coughed twice: "Should you tell me when are you set?"

It was obviously her marriage, but her eyes were darkened, and she didn't know anything.

"Three days later."

"Three days later."

Two voices came to Xie Wanrong's ears at the same time, Xie Wanrong couldn't help but exclaimed: "Three days later!"

So tight, she is not ready yet, she frowned slightly: "I am not prepared for anything...not even a wedding dress..."

Qi Jinghuan squeezed her palm, and led her out personally: "I've sent it to your bedroom, go and have a look."

Walking from the main hall to her bedroom, this is not a long distance, and he led her to walk, as if for a lifetime, the sweetness surging in Xie Wanrong's heart wrapped her heart bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)