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"You said that if we get married, what kind of specifications will the wedding be held according to?" Yan Qingning bit her pen, with a look of distress on her face.

Jiang Zhuo'an ground the ink carefully for him and responded with a slight smile: "It's all up to you."

"This can't be done, you are my bride." Yan Qingning rolled his eyes and spat out the pen he was holding in his mouth: "According to the human world, you are my virtuous wife in my back house. You have to share my worries and solve my problems. .”

"What kind of wedding does your husband like?" Jiang Zhuoan consciously picked up his pen and hung it on the pen holder.

"Husband... Husband?!" Yan Qingning's eyes suddenly widened, and he stuttered a little: "You... you are also an immortal after all. How... why are you so... so shameless..."

"But we are about to get married, and you have admitted that I am your bride, so what's wrong with me calling you 'husband'?"

Jiang Zhuoan's voice was soft, making people want to follow his wishes involuntarily.At this moment, he deliberately looked distressed, which made Yan Qingning blush a little.

"Call me whatever you want, I don't bother to argue with you so much!" Yan Qingning turned her face away, deliberately not looking at him, for fear that her embarrassment would fall into his eyes and make him laugh.

"What kind of wedding do you want?" Jiang Zhuo'an stopped teasing him and sat beside him honestly, acting as a "good wife".

"There are too many rules in the world of cultivation, those of the demons are too simple, and those of the human race are too complicated." He did not bite the pen this time. Instead, he bit his little finger and thought, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "I want a grand, lively Yes, there is also a festive wedding.

It’s best if there are as many people as possible, and the decorations and the like should be all red.The noise also needs to be loud, the kind that can make a crackling sound everywhere. "

Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his eyes and thought, then smiled and responded to Yan Qingning's random requests: "Okay, okay, listen to your husband."

"As the head of the family, I will arrange everything." After being praised, Yan Qingning looked like a child, raising her chin and saying arrogantly: "You are my bride, you just need to dress up and get ready to marry me. That’s it.”

"I won't make you tired!"

Jiang Zhuoan's intuition told him that something bad would happen recently, but he really didn't want to dampen Yan Qingning's interest, so he responded slowly: "My husband is so kind."

Yan Qingning said nothing, with a clear smile in his peach blossom eyes, looking like a child who is easily satisfied.

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As the day of getting married got closer and closer, the ominous premonition in Jiang Zhuan's head became stronger and stronger, making him unable to sleep well in recent days.

On the day of the Demon Lord's wedding, dozens of miles of red silk were directly covered in every household of the Demon clan. The elders of the Demon clan sent gifts door to door, for fear that some people would not know about the Demon Lord's wedding.

The Demon Lord was so majestic, and on the wedding day, countless gold leaves fell from the sky, causing children passing by to mistakenly think it was raining gold leaves.

Jiang Zhuo'an allowed his attendants to put on red makeup for him. He put golden flowers on his eyebrows, crimson rouge on the ends of his eyes, and a little lipstick on his lips.

After putting on the wedding clothes, he transformed from an unattainable immortal in the nine heavens to a seductive fairy in purgatory.

Although there was still some coldness in his eyebrows, this coldness turned into tenderness after seeing Yan Qingning.

"You are so beautiful, I don't want to let you appear in front of them." Yan Qingning buried her head in the back of his neck, her voice was muffled.

Jiang Zhuo'an held his hand and said warmly: "If you don't like it, I won't go out and will just stay with you, okay?"

"This can't be done." Yan Qingning shook his head and used a wooden comb to tie his hair: My bride is so beautiful, so naturally I want them to have a good look at her, so that they all envy me. "

"It all depends on your husband's arrangements." Jiang Zhuo'an frowned, a light smile on his face, and naturally called Yan Qingning.

"Since you are following my arrangements, then..." Yan Qingning's hand gradually fell down his neck to his chin, and turned his face towards him: "Let me taste your mouth fat first."

His kiss was so shallow that it almost broke away at the first touch, leaving Jiang Zhuo'an without even a chance to return the kiss.

"You're teasing me again..." Jiang Zhuo'an smiled helplessly, but did not refuse his approach. Instead, he handed the lipstick on the table to Yan Qingning: "However, husband, since you have messed up the lipstick, you have to help me." I’ll make it up!”

His "husband" call became more and more smooth, and Yan Qingning got used to it. She took the lipstick he handed her and carefully traced the shape of her lips with a pen.

For a moment, Jiang Zhuoan even thought that they were indeed like this.

Yan Qingning would tease him from time to time over little things, and he would also go along with Yan Qingning's little fun from time to time.

It seems like they should be, but...

Everything here is just illusion...

"Why are you crying?" Yan Qingning hurriedly wiped his tears with a brocade handkerchief, "Did I have a heavy hand? Did it hurt you?"

"Don't cry!"

He never seemed to be very good at coaxing people. He kept saying the same words back and forth, and his whole body was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Seeing his anxious look, Jiang Zhuo'an couldn't help but laugh out loud, and gently pressed close to Yan Qingning's chest: "I'm just happy. I think you can like me, which really makes me happy."

"What's there to be happy about?" Seeing that he was fine, Yan Qingning snorted from his nose, raised his head and said: "After I marry you, I will plunder all the treasures in the world for you, as long as I think it is good. , I will find it for you."

"After all, you are my only bride."

But...in reality you no longer want me...

Jiang Zhuo'an's eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon he raised his smile again and looked at Yan Qingning: "As long as Aning can be by my side, I will be very satisfied."

"Why are you so satisfied?" Yan Qingning snorted dissatisfiedly and complained in a low voice: "Obviously other women want this and that, why don't you want nothing? You will look very disrespectful. It’s no use!”

It's not that I'm very satisfied, it's that I don't dare to face the loss...

I'm afraid I'll annoy you and make you stop wanting me in this delusion...

Although he was feeling very bitter, he smiled just because of Yan Qingning's words, "It looks good when you smile."

"If you can, Aning, can you give me a kiss?"

He is really not greedy for anything, he just wants to stay with Yan Qingning...

No matter in what capacity, he just wants to stay...