"Senior Nephew Su Ying, we have nothing to do with you."

Xue Tao, the leader of Blood Knife Hall, said unkindly.

"Senior Nephew Su Ying, you see, Junior Nephew Lin Xun has disappeared for more than two years, and my position as the Demon Son of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect has always been vacant."

"Yes, Junior Nephew Su Ying."

Xiao Longren from Dragon Scale Peak looked at Su Ying greedily with his scarlet eyes.

"The Demonic Sons and Saints have been indispensable to the Ten Thousand Demons Sect since ancient times. In this situation, there are only Saints but no Demonic Sons, which is against the rules."

"Hehehe... rules?"

The leader of the Magic Piano Hall, a thirty-year-old beautiful young woman, smiled disdainfully.

"According to the rules, you can only establish a demon child after you find the body of the devil, or when you are completely sure of his death! Not to mention that the devil is still alive, even the old city lord of Tianji City is sure that his highness the devil will still make a comeback a hundred years later. What reason do you have to do it again?

Li Mozi?"

"What you said is indeed correct, but according to what the old man from Tianji City said, Lin Xun's nephew will be defeated by the Saint of Zilin Holy Land in a hundred years, so shouldn't we prepare for a rainy day?" Black Dasha from Black Jue Peak retorted.

"Goose, goose, goose..." The leader of Meifeng, who was dressed in cool clothes, held his belly and made a goose sound, "Preparing for a rainy day? I think you have less than two thousand years left in your lifespan. You are going to die in the end anyway? Then? How about you show me how to commit suicide by disembowelling yourself now?"

"Zhao Yue, starting from a few years ago, you Meifeng girls have probably wanted to get under Lin Xun's bed for a long time, right?"

"That's natural."

Zhao Yue admitted without blushing or heart beating.

"There are thousands of us Meizong girls, who wouldn't want to serve His Highness Mozi? It's a pity that His Highness Mozi looks down on us rouge fans.

In contrast, I don’t know which peak or which hall, but the female disciple is chasing after us every day.

On the day of the Zilin Ceremony, Luo City was already in a commotion.

Although the Zilin Ceremony is not held in Luo City, to a certain extent, the Zilin Ceremony of the Immortal Family has nothing to do with the mortal world.

However, the Qian Kingdom relied on the Zilin Holy Land to establish its country, and the first emperor of the Qian Kingdom had a good relationship with the second Holy Lord of the Zilin Holy Land.

Therefore, since ancient times, the Qian Kingdom has been under the protection of the Zilin Holy Land.

As the largest dynasty in the entire Chiba Continent, the Qian Kingdom even transports seedlings to become immortals to the Zilin Holy Land.

Zilin Holy Land relied on Qian Guo to easily obtain good seedlings for cultivating immortals, and there was a steady stream of them.

The Qian Kingdom is backed by the Zilin Holy Land, and no one dares to provoke it. At most, there are only internal worries from the power struggle between the royal families, and there is absolutely no external trouble.

The two complement each other and become increasingly powerful.

Therefore, for Qianguo, the Zilin Ceremony has long been as important as the founding day of Qianguo, and they are all celebrated with the country.

Furthermore, the person presiding over the Zilin Ceremony this time is not Holy Lord Zilin, but Holy Lady Zilin.

Saint Zilin is the sibling sister of the Empress of Qian Kingdom and has pure royal blood.

In the Qian Kingdom, there are even some titles of Princess Zilin.

Luo City is the fiefdom of Princess Zilin.

It's just that Saint Zilin wants to prove the eternal path, so Luo City belongs to Qu Ke, even though Zilin's ceremony will not be held in Luo City, and to some extent, she is in charge of it on behalf of others.

In fact, Saint Zilin is the real master of Luo City.

Therefore, for the people of Qian Kingdom, Saint Zilin is one of their own, which gives the people of Qian Kingdom a great sense of participation, especially Luo City.

Early in the morning, it was like celebrating the New Year in Luo City. The whole city was filled with the sound of firecrackers, the noise of children on the street, and the gentle scolding of young women behind their children.

In such a festive festival, it is usually a good day to get married.

For example, in the house opposite Lin Xun, the sound of firecrackers continued continuously, and the sound insulation effect of ancient courtyards could only rely on distance...

Inserting the simple wooden Deer God hairpin between the black hair, and then the silk gave the people of the entire Qian Kingdom a great sense of participation, especially Luo City.

Early in the morning, Luo Cheng's silky long hair was like a ribbon gently dragged on the palm of his hand, causing it to hang down gently.

Use a sandalwood comb to gently comb it from top to bottom, until it reaches between the girl's waist.

This was not the first time that Lin Xun combed his wife's long hair, but every time he was amazed by how smooth it was without any hindrance.

From the root of the hair to the strands, there was no obstacle in the whole process. Lin Xun even felt that if he inserted the comb into Qing'er's hair, the wooden comb would fall straight down without any hindrance.

Similarly, Jiang Qingshang's soft body stood up straight as her husband combed her long hair, and the feeling of a pair of big hands intersecting her hair made the girl's cheeks flush.

And when I think about it, this is the first man to touch his hair, and he will also be the last.

In Jiang Qingshang's heart, there was a faint joy.

Lin Xunhui's hair style basically only has one kind, that is, part of his long hair is tied up, and most of the rest is shawled down along the hairpin. It is a bit like the Ji hair style, but it does not have straight bangs in the front.

This kind of hair accessory is the most common and popular among women. In fact, it is not difficult, because Lin Xunnan doesn't know how to...

"Okay." Lin Xun looked at the bronze mirror with extremely low "pixels" and removed his wife's hair with his big hands.

"Um......"

Jiang Qingshang nodded softly and responded. In fact, when Lin Xun's big hands left her hair, the girl felt extremely reluctant to let go.

"It would be nice if I could keep combing like this." The girl subconsciously muttered...

"Huh? Qing'er, what did you say?" Lin Xun asked.

"No...it's nothing..." Jiang Qingshang came back to her senses and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Don't blame me for being ugly."

"It's really ugly."

"Uh...Okay..." Lin Xun said, reaching out to untie his wife's long hair.

"Husband, what are you doing!"

Like a kitten with fried fur, Qing'er immediately turned around.

Forehead.....

This is not impossible, but it is estimated that there are hundreds of millions of bits and pieces that are hard to find...

Now Jiang Qingshang was in a daze in front of the closet. In Lin Xun's opinion, Qing'er was just a little shy.

After all, this is the first time Qing'er has made clothes for herself to wear. For girls, it is appropriate to be shy.

"Well...I've picked it."

Jiang Qingshang responded and took out the piece of clothing with perfect sewing techniques.

"Eh? New clothes?" Lin Xun pretended to be surprised and couldn't wait to open his hands, "Hey, hey, I'm sorry for bothering you."

Jiang Qingshang lowered her head, unfolded the gown with her little hands, and put it on for her husband.

But when the clothes were put on, Lin Xun wrinkled his nose.

Why does this clothes smell wrong?

This doesn't seem to be the taste of Qing'er.

No, it should be said that it has the smell of Qing'er, but the other kind of rouge smell is stronger.

"Does it still fit?"

Jiang Qingshang raised her head and asked.
Chapter completed!