What Should I Do if My Husband Is the Future Demon King?

Ning Yuzhou settled down and walked into the new house.

Because it was held as a secular wedding, the entire Seven Princes Mansion was full of lights and festivities, and the new house was also covered in red and green, so red that it was extremely tacky and tasteless in the eyes of cultivators.

However, because the girl standing in this tacky red is so beautiful, she adds a bit of clarity, and the whole room has a bit of taste.

Seeing Ning Yuzhou's return, the maids in the room stepped forward to salute, and then left with great tacit understanding. By the way, they took Lianyue who was standing there stupidly.

Lianyue actually didn't want to leave, but couldn't hold back that the maids were all warriors, so she took her bean sprouts out easily.

Without anyone else, the originally crowded room suddenly became spacious.

Wen Qiao held the flowerpot and looked at Ning Yuzhou without making a sound.

Ning Yuzhou also looked at her, looked at the pink, moist, fresh and elegant girl after the bath, coughed lightly, and asked, "What's in this flowerpot?"

"The seventh-order spiritual grass seed, you gave it." Wen Qiao replied and asked, "I want to put it in the house, do you mind?"

"Naturally not." Ning Yuzhou smiled at the corners of her lips, her eyes were moisturized with spring water, and her hair was warmed by the warmth of people's hearts. "In the future, we will be husbands and wives.

Wen Qiao's cold face eased a lot, after thinking about it, she said thank you.

"Why thank you?" Ning Yuzhou was puzzled, thinking she was too polite.

Wen Qiao said seriously: "You are a good person, thank you."

If it were not a good person, how could he know that she was in poor health and had a limited lifespan, and asked Cheng Hao Di to marry them and give her presents with great fanfare, but everything she needed would be delivered to her. Although the world said that the seventh prince must have been enamored with her, that would be so, but Wen Qiao felt that the seventh prince was a person of love and righteousness. Because her father saved him back then, he sheltered him with no regrets. she was.

In fact, there is no need to perform this marriage. If Ning didn't say it, who would know? Even if someone in the Wen family knew about it, they wouldn't fight Ning's for a short-lived diseased seedling.

Marriage with the Seventh Prince, for her, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, but it does not seem to benefit the Seventh Prince, but it is a drag.

"Are you a good person?" Ning Yuzhou smiled again, the gentle smile on his face that was a little bit more unclear.

Before Wen Qiao could understand, Ning Yuzhou said softly: "I have been busy for a day today, are you tired? Why don't you take a break first."

Wen Qiao gave an um, thinking of something, and couldn't help but look at him.

When those Qing Junjun eyes looked straight at people, no matter how cunning, Ning Yuzhou's handsome face showed a little blush, and he coughed slightly, and went to the next penthouse to wash and take a bath.

While the Seventh Prince was away, Wen Qiao sat on the Arhat bed in the new house, with her legs crossed, placed the flower pot aside, and began to practice.

As usual, Wen Qiao gave the spiritual grass seeds in the flowerpot some elementary spiritual power, originally thought it would be like the past month, and there is still no movement. However, shortly after she transferred her Yuan Ling Power, she felt an unfamiliar emotion, ignorance, joy, and curiosity about the world.

Wen Qiao's fingers paused without stopping, and continued to increase the transmission of Yuan Ling Power.

Until the vitality in the body was exhausted, her face became paler, her forehead was sweaty, her spiritual orifice stinged, and her whole body was uncomfortable. However, this discomfort was suppressed by the joy that rose in my heart.

Wen Qiao looked at the flower pot with joy.

In the dark brown soil, a little bit of tender green sprouts appeared, and you would almost ignore it if you didn't look closely.

The seventh-order spiritual grass seeds finally germinated.

At the moment it sprouted, the information about the seeds of this seventh-order spiritual grass was also fed back to her, letting her know that its variety turned out to be a resident flower that had long since disappeared in the world of cultivation.

The beauty-preserving flower can be used to refine the beauty-preserving pill, or it can be taken directly, which is a kind of spiritual grass that makes the female sisters crazy.

Although the Shengwu Continent also has the beauty pill, it was after the disappearance of the beauty flower that the alchemists used other materials to replace the refinement after countless experiments. The effect was average, and even there would be flaws after taking it. The beauty beauty effect was better. It is not as good as the Zhanyan Pill made by the Zhanyan Flower.

Although Wen Qiao felt that she might not be able to use Zhanyan, the extinct Seventh-Order Zhanyan Flower's vigorous vegetation still made her very happy and was not disappointed by it.

After admiring the small points unearthed in the flowerpot for a while, Wen Qiao quickly calmed his mind and began to meditate to restore his vitality.

This meditation, I don't know how time has passed.

After hearing that the spirit orifice in Qiao's body was once again full of vital energy, the night outside the window was already dark.

When Wen Qiao opened his eyes, he saw the man sitting not far away, dressed in a moon-white robe embroidered with dark gold patterns, with long black hair lining down, with a handsome jade.

He sat there quietly, staring at her without blinking, and seeing her open her eyes, showing her a gentle smile.

Rao Wen Qiao was always calm, but also froze for a few minutes.

Although her cultivation level is not high and she has no experience, a big and unfamiliar stranger sat next to her and stared at her. She hadn't noticed, and Wen Qiao didn't think it was due to her being too concentrated in her practice.

The young girl just reached the hustle and bustle is still young, with a fat baby on her face, sitting there in her bedclothes, she looks small and immature, which makes people feel pity.

Ning Yuzhou's hair was soft, and when she saw that she didn't speak, she smiled and said, "It's already four watch, do you want to rest?"

Wen Qiao nodded and slowly got up from the Luohan bed.

Ning Yuzhou got up and came forward to help her very naturally.

Wen Qiao's fingertips trembled slightly and glanced at him, facing the gentle and gentle eyes of the man, unable to say a word of rejection, she asked softly: "Why don't you rest?"

"I saw you meditating here, so I wanted to see it."

Wen Qiao looked at him and couldn't help but look at him again.

The seventh prince originally had an excellent spiritual root. If he could cultivate, his achievements would be no worse than that of the third prince Ning Zhezhou. Unfortunately, he was born with strange poison and damaged the root of the spiritual root. It is a pity for mortals to break that cultivation road.

If he was originally a mortal, it would be fine, but he was born in this East Tomb country, and all the people he saw around were cultivators. He was the only waste material that could not be cultivated. Would he be unwilling?

Seeing others practicing and pursuing that endless road, will it feel uncomfortable in my heart?

Wen Qiao couldn't see his thoughts from this gentle and handsome face. If he guessed it with the mentality of an ordinary person, he felt that he should be uncomfortable.

"I'm not uncomfortable." Ning Yuzhou said.

Wen Qiao looked at him in surprise.

Ning Yuzhou helped her sit on the bed and said with a smile: "Your thoughts are all on your face, it's easy to see them."

Wen Qiao almost couldn't help but want to touch her face. No one had ever said that to her.

Ning Yuzhou put the pot of spirit grass on the window sill and continued: "I am not uncomfortable. If you want to practice, please practice. I will not stop you. If you need any cultivation resources, just tell me. Since we are. Husband and wife, I will not hinder your martial arts."

Wen Qiao looked at him in surprise again.

Ning Yuzhou smiled slightly, "May I call you a whore?"

"Ah, yes." She said blankly.

"Aha, it's late at night, it's time to rest." Ning Yuzhou is still the gentle color, "Today is our wedding night in the bridal chamber, you can't deal with the past like this, and your body can't bear it."

Wen Qiao's pale face showed a slight blush, and she glanced at the bed covered with a big red phoenix quilt, and suddenly became a little nervous.

She lay on the bed nervously, watching Ning Yuzhou put down the bed curtains and lay down beside her.

For the first time in her life, she was lying on the same bed with a person, as if she could feel the breath of that person in her breath, her hands and feet were stiff, and she didn't know where to put it.

"Go to sleep." Ning Yuzhou said.

Wen Qiao answered slightly and closed her eyes.

I don't know what spices are burning in the room. It is light and not tiresome. Wen Qiao originally thought that he would not sleep and would mind that there was a stranger around him. I didn't know that smelling the light scent of spiritual fragrance, he slowly fell asleep.

Before falling asleep, she thought in her heart that the Seventh Prince is really a good person, and tomorrow she will ask what kind of spiritual incense is burning in the house.

Until her breathing was long and calm, Ning Yuzhou tilted her head and glanced at the girl beside her who had happily retracted herself.

His eyes glided across her beauty with a tender face, and he smiled silently.

This is still a child, it's still early.