This is a woman who makes people feel ashamed and panic instinctively just by looking at her.
But the next moment, this woman who was afraid to look directly, with just one word, pulled her back from the fairy to the human world.
"Long time no see, my husband!"
Song Xuan looked her up and down with a strange expression, "Isn't it too early to call me husband?"
"They are all yours sooner or later, so what does it matter if you call me in advance?"
Yao Yue looked at the rows of memorial tablets in the back hall, then looked at the pretty widow kneeling on the ground wearing a white mourning dress, and felt inexplicably relieved.
Fortunately, with good luck, I met Song Xuan in time.
She had grown up with Song Xuan since she was a child, and she had some understanding of some of this man's special hobbies.
These women with special attributes in front of him definitely exposed Song Xuan's quirks. If she hadn't appeared in time, God knows what would have happened.
Yaoyue looked bossy and glanced at the women on the ground, "My husband is kind-hearted and likes to help others, but you still have to have the etiquette you should have.
He avenged you, so you should kowtow to him a few more times, right? "
"That's what the lady said!"
The women didn't even hesitate at all. The instinct of their bodies urged them to kowtow quickly. After kowtowing nine times in a row, Yao Yue finally shouted to stop.
"It's okay here, get out!"
As she said that, she pointed to the Shenlong Cult members who were tied up on the ground, "By the way, take these minions out together!"
"yes!"
The young mistress bowed, and with Shuang'er and others, they pulled the legs of Shenlong Jiaozhi and others, and carefully retreated.
Facing this fairy-like woman, they couldn't bear the slightest intention of disobeying her.
When everyone left and closed the door, Song Xuan stared at her, "They are all poor people. You don't need to use your mental strength to suppress them."
"But I'm not happy!"
Yao Yue muttered, "Didn't I ask Xiao Qian to tell you that women outside have too many thoughts. That young mistress has made it clear that she wants to rely on you in the name of repaying her kindness. Hmm, I can see through her mind at a glance. !”
Just now she was a superior fairy, but now she was pouting and acting petty. Song Xuan looked a little funny, "Yes, yes, you are the smartest!"
With that said, he walked up to Yao Yue, raised his hand and rubbed her hair.
"Ah, you messed up my hair!"
In order to be in the best condition to meet Song Xuan, she took a long time to get this hairstyle, but as soon as they met, this guy messed it up.
"Are you crazy!" Yao Yue snorted.
Song Xuan smiled. Lu Qingxue had been a bitch since she was a child, and she liked to be the eldest sister in their circle since she was a child.
In order to make this little girl submissive, Song Xuan beat her frequently when she was a child.
It can be said that the Lu Qingxue in the past and the Yao Yue in the present are all about Song Xuan. Half of the credit is because he beat her into submission.
Over time, this also made Song Xuan instinctively want to bully Yao Yue when he saw her.
When the sixteen-year-old Yao Yue came to discuss the marriage contract with him, Song Xuan could have handled it in a better way.
But he habitually tied her up and recited Buddhist scriptures. He accidentally let go of her and made Xiao Qingmei run away in anger.
Then, Lu Qingxue was missing from the imperial capital, and Palace Master Yaoyue was added to the world!
Song Xuan raised his hand and said with a smile: "I can't help it. When I see you, my hands are a little out of control."
Yao Yue rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips, and walked towards him with a smile.
"Then, if you touch me, you can't touch others!"
Song Xuan snorted, "Be aloof, this doesn't suit your personality!"
Hearing this, Yao Yue glanced at him with a strange expression, "I'm always cold, but I just can't be cold to you."
As she said that, she still suppressed her smile as Song Xuan asked, flicked her sleeves and put her hands behind her back, her voice a little more arrogant, "Song Xuan, what do you think of the sword in my hand?"
Song Xuan took the long sword, but saw that the sword was one foot seven inches long and dark green in color. It was said to be a sword, but it was more like an extended dagger.
The sword didn't seem to have much luster at first glance. Song Xuanduo took a second look and felt that the sword was so powerful that it even stung his eyes.
Even he felt this way. Ordinary people would probably not be able to open their eyes when they saw this sword.
"The fierceness of this sword is restrained, but it is extremely solid. It is a peerless fierce sword!"
Song Xuan praised: "The person killed by this sword will probably suffer great mental torture before death, and his death will definitely be very uneasy!"
Yao Yue proudly said: "This sword is the palace-suppressing sword of Yihua Palace. It is called Iron Blood Zhao Danqing. It is said that when this sword comes out, the color of the world will change, and there will be an ominous atmosphere. It is a powerful sword." sword."
"Big evil? How big is it?"
There are no outsiders here. Facing Yao Yue, his fiancée, Song Xuan speaks and acts quite casually.
Yao Yue puffed up her chest and said, "You can figure it out if you try it yourself."
"If you say that, then I'll touch it!"
Yaoyue's face turned slightly red, she hummed softly, and closed her eyes in anticipation.
Song Xuan looked at her with a smile.
This change between aloofness and shyness suits his taste very well.
"snort!"
Seeing that Song Xuan was still reluctant to take action, Yao Yue became a little annoyed and said, "Did that pretty widow steal your soul away? I'm going to take care of her now!"
As soon as she turned around, Song Xuan reached out and took her hand directly.
Yao Yue's body stiffened, and her soft, white palms trembled slightly. Maybe she was too nervous and even sweating.
"So soft!"
With a smile on his face, Song Xuan kneaded Yao Yue's delicate, snow-white palms as if kneading dough.
"It's been so long since I last saw you, your skin has gotten better."
Yao Yue's cheeks turned red, she took a deep breath, turned around and hugged Song Xuan tightly.
"Song Xuan, I miss you so much, I really miss you!"
Song Xuan rubbed her hair and comforted: "Well, I miss you too."
Yaoyue raised her head, stared at the face she was thinking about, and said softly: "Although I know you are talking nonsense, I am still very happy to hear you say that."
"As long as you are happy, isn't it the purpose of life to be happy?"
"So, you admit that you thought I was talking nonsense?"
Song Xuan gritted his teeth, feeling the rapidly rising anger under his body, and said in a low voice: "Is this nonsense? You can't feel it?"
"What does it feel like?"
Yao Yue didn't react for a while, "The hilt of your sword is too much in the way, take it aside!"
As she spoke, she reached her arms down.
Song Xuan's eyes widened and he stared at Yao Yue in disbelief.
Oops!
This witch wants to ruin my moral conduct!
