Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

The amulet around his neck became increasingly hot, but Jiang Zhuoan did not dare to let go. He followed the guidance of the amulet and walked towards the border of the demon clan.

The border of the demon clan is surrounded by miasma all year round, and from time to time there is also fog with hallucinogenic effects. The gloomy land makes people feel afraid just looking at it.

An Ning, where are you?

Jiang Zhuoan tightened his grip on the amulet in his hand and frowned deeply.

"Is Heng'an Immortal Lord looking for me?"

The young man's joking voice came from behind, as familiar as if anything unpleasant had never happened between them.

"Aning..."

Jiang Zhuo'an turned around blankly and stared at him without blinking. His sharp phoenix eyes were slightly curved, and his grievances and hardships turned into mist, blurring his vision.

Yan Qingning stretched out her hand and pressed the corners of his eyes, using the opportunity to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, as frivolously as when she first saw him: "Master Immortal is so handsome, why don't you follow me?"

"...Okay." Tears fell down the end of his eyes, his voice was choked with sobs, and there was joy in regaining something. He responded in a hoarse voice: "I obey you..."

"Eh?" Yan Qingning's eyes suddenly widened, "I was just joking."

"I know." Jiang Zhuo'an grabbed his hand and pressed it on his face, his hoarse voice filled with deep grievance: "But I take it seriously..."

I take it seriously, don’t let me go...

"Are you serious?" Yan Qingning suddenly approached him and stared into his eyes for a while: "I am a demon who is against you."

"I know you are a demon." Jiang Zhuo'an stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms, burying his head on the side of his neck: "But I am serious, I obey you."

Yan Qingning patted his back helplessly, not knowing what to say: "You have to think clearly, I am a demon, we are opposites, and we are both men, how can men be together? Even if If we are really together, can we still get married?"

"Let's get married." Jiang Zhuo'an grabbed his hand, looked at him seriously, and begged him almost humbly: "How about we get married?"

"Is this too fast?" Yan Qingning scratched his head at a loss, then pretended to be reserved and said: "We have only known each other for a short time.

And even if we really get married, how can I, the mighty Demon Lord, be your bride? "

"I will." His temper was too good at this moment, and he was even too easy to talk to.

Jiang Zhuo'an just looked at him with affection in his eyes, and said to him very seriously: "Let's get married, and I'll be your bride, okay?"

The tips of Yan Qingning's ears suddenly turned red, and her whole body seemed to be steamed. She couldn't even speak clearly: "This...you...I...how..."

Jiang Zhuo'an stroked his earlobe lovingly, and said in a gentle and humble voice, "How about getting married?"

"Alas..." Yan Qingning really couldn't deal with this immortal who suddenly became enlightened, and responded with self-deprecation: "It's up to you!"

"Aning, I'm very happy." He leaned against Yan Qingning's neck, his cold eyebrows looking extremely beautiful when he smiled.

Yan Qingning stared at him for a while, then suddenly reached out to tug at the corners of his lips, raising them up: "You should smile more, you look good when you smile."

Jiang Zhuo'an held his hand, with a faint smile on his face, and slowly moved closer to Yan Qingning.

However, when he was about to touch Yan Qingning's lips, he stopped in time and asked him warmly: "Does Aning like it?"

In the face of beauty, Yan Qingning could no longer hold back, pressed his head and kissed him, her voice mixed between her words, and she responded in a daze: "I like it...I like it very much..."

After the kiss, Yan Qingning's eyes turned red from the kiss, and she collapsed into Jiang Zhuo'an's arms in a daze.

Finally coming back to his senses, he bit Jiang Zhuo'an complainingly: "Why are you... so skilled?"

"You taught me well..." The coldness between Jiang Zhuoan's brows and eyes faded away, leaving only his unique warmth for Yan Qingning.

"Nonsense!" Yan Qingning turned away, the tips of his ears turned completely red, and muttered in a low voice: "I have never taught you these things!"

"Yes, you haven't been taught." Jiang Zhuo'an responded in a good-tempered manner, grabbing his hand and kissing it gently, "I'm self-taught. I learned it by reading the book."

"What script?"

Yan Qingning looked at him confused, as if he didn't quite understand.

"Let me think about it." Jiang Zhuo'an pretended to think, and then said quietly: "Probably some things such as "Master is above, disciple is here", "The traitor wants to commit the crime below", "The demon disciple has a big treasure" ", "Master Qing Leng's Joy on the Couch"... storybooks of this type."

It’s hard to imagine how someone as cold and aloof as Jiang Zhuoan could name such shameful book titles.

"Are you really the Immortal?" Yan Qingning stared at him suspiciously, "Even our straightforward demons, few of us can read these book titles without changing their expressions."

"Is this important?" Jiang Zhuo'an seemed to particularly like being close to him, whispering against his neck: "Whether he is a fairy or a demon, Jiang Zhuo'an will only like Yan Qingning."

"I feel that you are now like a demon concubine who brings disaster to the country and the people. If I follow your lead, I may really be like 'the king will not come to court early'." Yan Qingning lowered his head in thought, suddenly patted his head, and stared at him warily: "Are you a male goblin sent by the cultivation world to distract me?!"

"Whatever An Ning thinks I am, I am." Jiang Zhuo'an completely gave up his previous reserve, held Yan Qingning in his arms, and took advantage of his height to kiss his earlobe: "As long as you like it, I will all good."

"You...why are you so popular?"

Yan Qingning gave up her struggle completely and let him kiss her earlobe.

He didn't notice that Jiang Zhuo'an behind him, with eyes full of sadness and desolation, kissed the tip of his ear almost desperately.

A bitter tear flowed from the end of Jiang Zhuo'an's eye in a corner that Yan Qingning couldn't see.

Illusion is ultimately incomparable to reality...

Xiaobai: [Task target love value +1, current love value is: 98. 】

Yan Qingning sat on the tree and watched for a long time, until Jiang Zhuoan fell into a dream and fainted to the ground, then he slowly jumped down from the tree.

He slowly approached Jiang Zhuo'an, and the demonic energy formed an invisible vacuum protective shield at this moment.

He protected Jiang Zhuoan in the protective cover, squatted half-crouched, reached out and touched the tears at the end of Jiang Zhuoan's eyes with his fingertips, lowered his eyes and whispered: "Master Immortal, you already know that everything in front of you is like a mirror. It’s so vain, but I still let myself indulge in it.”

"It's so ridiculous that it makes people feel pitiful..."

"I almost feel sorry for you."