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The palace in the demon world was covered with red silk, and the demons coming and going all had smiles on their faces, happily planning this great event in the demon world.

Jiang Zhuo'an wore an eye-catching red wedding dress, sat in front of the dressing mirror, and allowed his attendants to apply rouge, dot his lips, and trace flowers on him.

Yan Qingning sneaked in from the window, raised his hand to stop the communication from the people around him, borrowed an eyebrow pencil and hooked Jiang Zhuoan's chin to make him tilt his head up.

He didn't mean anything right. Seeing Jiang Zhuo'an's appearance, he had a bad idea. He got close to her and said eloquently: "Whose little lady is this? She looks so handsome. It's better to leave your husband." , will you be my wife?"

"Okay." Jiang Zhuo'an was stunned for just a moment, then he lowered his eyebrows and cooperated with his acting: "Mr. Lang is handsome and handsome. He is naturally willing to leave his husband and accompany you for a while."

"Madam is so cruel!" Yan Qingning approached him again, with some false distress on his face: "I'm just pitiful about you husband. Before I have time to visit Madam, Madam will be abducted by someone else's prostitute. It’s over!”

There was a lot of drama between the two, which made the waiter who was waiting nearby hide his lips and chuckle, consciously avoided some of them, and even closed the door.

There was a smile in Jiang Zhuo'an's eyes, but he was not displeased by Yan Qingning's teasing words. He held the hand holding his eyebrow pencil and said, "Husband, don't always make trouble with me."

The husband's call was so sudden that Yan Qingning didn't react for a moment and almost dropped the eyebrow pencil in his hand.

"I won't bother you anymore." Yan Qingning held his face, held the eyebrow pencil and drew his eyebrows little by little: "My husband, I will draw your eyebrows."

Jiang Zhuo'an stopped moving after hearing this, and sat obediently on the spot, letting Yan Qingning manipulate him. His dark eyes were full of love, and he stared at Yan Qingning without blinking.

After Yan Qingning finished tracing his eyebrows, he threw the pen aside, casually rubbed some lipstick on his fingertips and printed it on his lips. He held Jiang Zhuoan's face and applied lipstick on him with his lips touching.

Jiang Zhuo'an didn't expect him to be like this. Just when he was about to fight back, Yan Qingning had already pulled away and wiped the remaining vermilion lipstick on Jiang Zhuo'an's eyes.

He was wearing the same eye-catching red wedding dress as Jiang Zhuo'an, but his eyebrows were not as cold as Jiang Zhuo'an's. Instead, he had the vigor of a young man, and his cheerful look was like the sun falling into the world.

"Little lady, wait for your husband to favor you during the bridal chamber."

The frivolous words were caught in the wind as he left, light and fluttering, just like the arrogant and domineering behavior of young people.

Jiang Zhuo'an looked at the open window and shook his head with a smile: "Why are you so big and still like a child?"

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Yan Qingning had always been eager for excitement. On weekdays, he would always ask three or five elders to come out and listen to his chatter. Now that he was getting married, he called all the elders out to watch, and walked around the entire worship hall.

Considering the special nature of their marriage, the elders of the demon clan did not let Jiang Zhuoan ride in the sedan chair. Instead, they asked him to walk ostentatiously in the streets with Yan Qingning in eye-catching red wedding clothes.

There are two braziers in front of the Xitang gate. It is said that Jiang Zhuoan forced them to be added.

Yan Qingning knew what was going on, but did not reject his words. Instead, he and the elders discussed the placement of the brazier.

The demons don't value rules as much as the human world does, so no one raised any objections about adding two braziers. Instead, they laughed and discussed the auspiciousness of the braziers.

Jiang Zhuo'an took Yan Qingning's hand and crossed the brazier symbolizing disaster in a very grand manner.

He subconsciously looked behind him. There were no cultivators shouting and killing, and his hands and thoughts were completely under his control...

This time, everything is going in the right direction.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

The demon child who was in charge of singing the ceremony read the lyrics in a childlike voice, looking curiously at the two people with their fingers intertwined.

Jiang Zhuo'an and Yan Qingning looked at each other, lifted up the corners of their wedding robes, and bowed to heaven and earth.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

The two of them simultaneously glanced at Elder Tianji who was forcibly pulled over on the high seat, and bowed respectfully.

Elder Tianji, who was on the high seat, snorted dissatisfiedly. Although he didn't have a good expression on his face, he still handed over the two big red envelopes he had prepared in his hand with "extraordinary disgust".

"Bye husband and wife!"

Jiang Zhuo'an's fingertips trembled. Under the witness of all the demon clan members, he leaned down and worshiped Yan Qingning.

This time, no one came to stop them from praying for the last time.

They finally bowed three times and became husband and wife in front of everyone.

-

The banquet dispersed in the evening, but the joy derived from the wedding could not be shaken away.

Yan Qingning poured wine into the cup with a thin-mouthed flask, and kept talking: "I heard that Hua Qiao went to the world to find this Hexin wine. Madam, do you want to try it?"

Jiang Zhuoan took the drink and drank with him without saying anything.

After drinking the strong drink, Yan Qingning felt a slight heat in his body, but he didn't think much about it. He just felt that the wine's stamina was a bit too strong.

Jiang Zhuoan noticed something was wrong with the wine, but when he looked at Yan Qingning's blushing face, he didn't say anything. He just looked at Yan Qingning in silence with a smile in his eyes.

The hot feeling originating from the body became more and more obvious. If Yan Qingning could not figure out the situation clearly, he would be too slow.

He was not someone who suppressed his temper. The moment he knew about his Chinese medicine, he grabbed Jiang Zhuoan's collar, pulled him down, and kissed his lips.

He had no feeling of shame, so everything that happened next seemed logical, including kisses, hugs, and even more intimate things...

The moon was hidden behind the clouds, covering up the silver glow, and the gloom completely concealed the spring mood indoors.

A white and slender hand poked out of the red tent, as if it couldn't bear it, but it was quickly covered by another hand and pulled back into the tent again.

-

The sun shines through the window and shines on Yan Qingning's face, making the excessive color on her lips even more obvious.

Jiang Zhuo'an held his face, kissed his forehead gently, and withdrew his hand in time before he showed impatience.

Yan Qingning narrowed her eyes slightly to look at him, and asked him lazily: "What's wrong?"

His voice was extremely hoarse, and his outstretched hand was covered with crimson marks. The intensity of the battle last night could be seen with just one glance.

"I just think..." Jiang Zhuo'an protracted his voice and took advantage of the opportunity to kiss the corner of his lips: "It's really an honor for me to meet An Ning."

Yan Qingning didn't respond, and grunted a few times to express his dissatisfaction, but he didn't try to stop Jiang Zhuoan's intimate behavior.

They embraced each other, enjoying the silence of the moment, and no one could separate them...