As usual, come back at six o'clock in the morning~~~

"Husband? Who is that woman?"

Jiang Qingshang held the kitchen knife and walked towards Lin Xun step by step. Her eyes were blurry and lost their highlights.

"Woman? Which woman?" In the courtyard, Lin Xun stepped back step by step. His whole body felt bad. "Qing'er, put down the kitchen knife in your hand first..."

"Which woman, husband, is that?"

Jiang Qingshang looked aside.

Lin Xun followed Jiang Qingshang's gaze and saw that Nong Qin was holding a child. The boy's eyebrows and nose were very similar to Lin Xun's, especially his eyes. It looked like he was Lin Xun's biological child!

"Husband, we have given birth to a boy." Holding the baby in her arms, Jiang Nongqin looked at Lin Xun tenderly, with the brilliance of motherhood in her eyes.

"Do you want to say anything else, husband?"

"me……"

"It's just a side wife, doesn't your husband even let Buddhist women go?"

"Um?"

As soon as Jiang Qingshang finished speaking, Lin Xun felt someone gently pulling him behind him.

Turning his head, he saw Wangchen's transparent eyes.

Those dust-free eyes were looking at him blinkingly, as if he wanted to see clearly all his thoughts from his own heart.

It's more like whether Lin Xun's thoughts are good or evil, Wangchen will accept them all and fall hopelessly in love with Lin Xun!

"Lin Xun...I...I can also give birth to a child for you..."

With his head lowered, Wangchen whispered softly, his cheeks slightly red and cute.

"Xiao Xun..."

At this time, Xia Xiaomeng tied Lin Xun's neck with a rope, and then hung it around Lin Xun's neck with her white lotus-root arms from the side.

"Xiao Xun, I'm here to take you back to the palace. From now on, you will be the emperor and I will be the queen. We will always be together. However, no one else is allowed in the harem. We will have a lot of children."

"Lin Xun, it's okay. Come with me. As long as you come with me, I won't mind how many concubines you marry or how many concubines you take."

The next moment, Lin Xun felt a soft hug in front of him, and a charming fragrance floated to the tip of Lin Xun's nose.

That bone-cutting charm made Lin Xun couldn't help but hug the girl in front of him, as if he would never let go! He was willing to sink like this!

"Lin Xun?" Jiang Qingshang approached step by step as if something was broken, "Isn't that husband Lin Pei? Why do they call you Lin Xun? Husband, how many things have you hidden from me?"

"Qing'er, listen to my explanation, I..."

"Don't worry, husband, Qing'er will follow after my husband leaves, and we will be buried under that stone together. Husband, we will be together until death. No one will ever be able to snatch my husband away from me.

....."

"Qing'er! Wait..."

Jiang Qingshang raised the kitchen knife.

"Qing'er! Wait!"

"Qing'er!!!"

"Wow..."

In the room, Lin Xun sat up from the bed, sweat already soaking Lin Xun's back.

Lin Xun's heartbeat is accelerating like an imperial engine. It's no longer like a deer bumping into each other, but like a train king running rampant in your heart! He keeps shouting "Pigs in" again and again.

"Fortunately...it's a dream, just a dream, not real."

Looking at everything familiar in the room and feeling the morning light, Lin Xun took a deep breath to calm his restless heartbeat.

"Brother Lin?"

Yaya, who rolled down from her chest to Lin Xun's lap, poked her little head out from under the quilt, with a pair of small fox ears rising up and down.

The following is fang...dao...b...Come back at six in the morning, remember to refresh.——————————

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The morning in the ancient city carries the scent of jade dew, and the vendors selling breakfast are already shouting.

The rickshaw workers coming and going were busy working for a living. In the early morning of the day, they may have exercised too much last night, so there were not many dandies in sight. The whole city of Luo was in a state of simplicity and tranquility.

After leaving Huahufang, holding a small bundle in her arms, Jiang Qingshang walked on the streets of Luocheng.

Walking with the memory of her body, Jiang Qingshang, who lowered her head, was really lost in thought. Chu Yaoyao's words kept lingering in her ears.

Regarding the so-called difference between immortals and mortals, Jiang Qingshang has indeed thought about this issue.

For Jiang Qingshang, it was extremely simple to handle.

One year from now, the worst thing I can do is give up the Holy Maiden of Zilin Holy Land. A hundred years later, when that guy is buried, the worst thing I can do is follow him.

Of course, another way is to find his reincarnation yourself, and then stay with him in the next life.

However, Jiang Qingshang prefers the first method because she can't stand life without him.

However, how can it be enough to be with him for only a hundred years? Even if we find him in the next life, will he still be the same person?

Therefore, no matter which method is used, it is not foolproof. The best way is to let Lin Pei practice with him as a Taoist couple and even as a husband and wife.

The rootless fruit is the most important, and you must get it...

but.....

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingshang couldn't help but hug the package in her arms tightly.

Countless mortals dream of becoming monks and being able to dominate a party, but Jiang Qingshang knows that monks are not that good.

The so-called monks are fighting against heaven and going against heaven. The cause and effect is too great. Even if he has himself, he will eventually encounter some troubles. Will he really like this kind of life?

Unknowingly, Jiang Qingshang had returned to the courtyard.

"Uh-huh???"

It was fine at first, but the more Lin Xun listened, the more something was wrong...

She couldn't help but imagine that she was buried under the stone. Qing'er was sitting next to the stone, her arms wrapped around the stone, the breeze was blowing her hair, she was talking about what happened every day, with a broken look on her face.

smile...

Lin Xun couldn't help but shiver...

He must not let Qing'er know about Wangchen, and he must not let Qing'er know that he once made an engagement with Sikong Wangxing of Tianji City!

It doesn't matter what he is buried, the main thing is that he doesn't want to see Qing'er sad...

"Husband, what's wrong? Why does your heart beat faster again?"

In Lin Xun's arms, Jiang Qingshang said softly, and her white fingers slowly drew circles on Lin Xun's chest.

"Does your husband really have another woman in his heart?"

"No! I, Lin, am devoted to my wife wholeheartedly!" Lin Xun solemnly raised four fingers and said four to the sky.

If sending four was useful, then Lin Xun felt that he should have been snatched away by a wolf when he was six years old...

"Hmph...I'm sorry you don't dare either."

Jiang Qingshang closed her eyes and squeezed her little head into Lin Xun's arms, smelling his scent greedily.

"Husband..."

"exist!"

"What if... Qing'er means if, if both husband and Qing'er can practice cultivation, what would happen?"

Jiang Qingshang asked in a dull tone, not daring to raise her head and just lying in Lin Xun's arms.

Lin Xun was even more stunned. He didn't expect Qing'er to take the initiative to ask this question.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is understandable. After all, the female city lord of Luo City is a monk in the realm of golden elixir. As her personal secretary, Qing'er naturally has a lot of contact with her, so it is inevitable to have this assumption.

And listening to Qing'er's tone, she seems to be a little uneasy. Does it mean that Qing'er thinks that if she becomes a monk, she will forget her?

Just kidding! Practice is not as important as your wife!

"What do you mean?"

In the front position, a girl with long cherry-pink hair has pale pink eyes. The girl always has a charming and gentle smile, which makes it difficult to tell her thoughts.

"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."
To be continued...