Longevity begins with a negative heart

Chapter 33 Wedding
The spirit in front of him has nothing to do with the ruthless but gentle image of the divine king in the past.

He was full of murderous intent, holding one demon cultivator's neck with one hand, and stepping on the head of another demon cultivator with one foot.

Shuhua quickly told him to stop: "They are all my friends."

"Friends?" He looked back at her, his eyes dark and scary: "Friends will steal your things when you are drunk?"

She hurriedly checked the storage bag and found that several valuable elixirs were missing, so she walked up as if nothing had happened and beat the demon cultivators with him.

This is where things started to turn around.

Lingze never left, and she never chased him away again.

Two years later, she agreed to his proposal, planted a concentric tree with him, and formed a concentric contract.

The concentric trees grew well, which showed that there was no problem with the marriage, and there was no doubt about the sincerity of the two people.

Shuhua thought for a long time and finally put his hand into Lingze's palm.

Lingze's eyes burst with intense joy: "Are you willing?"

Shuhua felt that he was willing at this moment.

There was a voice in her mind, saying very loudly: "No matter what, you have to give it a try! The fact that he can put down his position as a god and come here incognito for several years shows his determination!"
If he had been hypocritical, the concentric tree would not have grown so well, and it would not have been possible to form a concentric agreement.Give it a try, give it a try, the road to immortality is so long and boring, you have to find some fun. "

Indeed, it is not her temperament to give up before trying, and not to follow her words.

Shuhua followed Lingze, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, and walked out of the room together.

The yard was full of golden spring flowers, and the guests who came to congratulate were crowded, making it lively and festive.

There were no acquaintances of his, and no relatives of hers, just ghosts and demon cultivators from the underworld.

They worshiped heaven and earth, and worshiped the high hall that was not present. After the husband and wife bowed to each other, they toasted the guests' wine.

But it was strange that no guests dared to persuade the groom to drink and joke. They smiled and wished the newlyweds a long life together, but their hands kept shaking.

Shuhua couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you guys? Is the food not delicious? Is it because it's cold?"

It was early spring, and the Nether Realm was in the lower realm. The climate was cold. It was normal to be cold after sitting in the yard for a long time.

The guests shook their heads and said in unison: "We are all very good, and so is the husband!"

After finishing speaking, they looked at each other, looked at Lingze, and then lowered their heads in horror.

Lingze smiled gently, let Shuhua enter the room, and whispered in her ear: "My identity has been leaked, and they are a little afraid of me."

Shu Hua deeply believed that the high-ranking god of the immortal world suddenly came, and the little monks in the Netherworld were naturally frightened.

When the lights are turned on, the guests disperse.

Lingze walked towards Shuhua. He had just taken a bath, and there were still tiny crystal drops of water hanging on his eyebrows.

Shuhua's heartbeat was so fast that she couldn't breathe. She couldn't say a word. She could only watch him take her hand and kiss her fingertips bit by bit.

The kiss was thin, tender and lingering, but it made her heart tingle, as if it were surrounded by thorns, and every breath was painful.

She endured the pain and let him hold her in his arms.

"Shuhua..." He whispered in her ear, calling her name again and again, "I'm so happy, I haven't been so happy in tens of thousands of years."

Shuhua used all his strength to push him out, then held his chest and gasped violently.

It hurt so much, it hurt as if her entire chest had been cut open, it hurt as if a hand was clutching her heart tightly, pulling hard, pulling hard.

Lingze was pushed backwards and flew backwards, hitting a standing cabinet with the red word "囍" on it before he stabilized himself.

"What's wrong with you?" He panicked, trying to step forward to help her check her pulse, and also wanted to send her spiritual energy to relieve her.

But every time he gets closer, Shuhua's pain will increase.She curled up on the corner of the bed and refused with difficulty: "Stay away from me. Every time you get closer to me, my chest will hurt more."

Lingze froze on the spot, looking at her desperately, his eyes filled with deep sorrow and pain.

Shuhua is a very thoughtful person, and he still remembers to be polite at times like this.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me. I didn't mean to do this to you."

Lingze didn't move any closer. He stood there and managed a smile for a long time: "I know."

Shuhua pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself into a pupa.

The core of the quilt is made of fire silk that Lingze worked hard to find. It is as soft as clouds and warm to the touch.

Feeling the warmth, she felt much better, so she closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing to calm the pain.

When I opened my eyes, it was already three days and three nights later, and the dragon and phoenix wedding candles had already burned out.

At this time, the morning light was dim, and the tall figure of Lingze came into view. He still maintained his original posture, standing motionless, his eyes never leaving her.

Shuhua frowned: "Has your husband never left?"

Lingze said calmly: "I don't worry about you. Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." Shuhua jumped out of bed and stretched, feeling that he was alive and kicking again.

She asked him to rest: "You must be tired after watching me for so long. Take a rest. I'll clean up the house and get some food."

"I'm not tired." He tentatively stretched out his hand and gently touched her fingertips.

Shuhua held her breath as if facing a formidable enemy, fearing that her chest would suddenly hurt again.

Fortunately, there was no more pain and everything was stable, as if her previous pain was just an occasional illness.

Nothing happened, both of them were happy.

They cleaned the house together, worked in the fields together, fed the livestock at home, and ate together. Of course, the meal was cooked by Lingze.

In this way, the years passed by in a hurry, and another three years passed in the blink of an eye.

For three years, they rose at sunrise and rested at sunset. They were in love and lived happily.

It's okay to hold hands, lean against, or lie down, but Shuhua will have severe chest pain as long as there is any further intimacy.

She was very sorry, but Lingze was not angry or resentful. Instead, he took the initiative to comfort her: "Perhaps she has some strange disease. The years of cultivating people are long, and I am not greedy for this momentary pleasure. I will find a way if I visit slowly. solve."

Shuhua also thought so, but occasionally, she always saw Lingze standing on the top of Huanglian Mountain, looking far into the distance, his brows furrowed and his expression dull.

Her cat demon friend reminded her tactfully: "Your husband has changed a lot recently, so you should be careful."

After asking again and again, the cat demon said a few more words: "When he first came, his demonic aura was violent, and he only pretended to be gentle in front of you. Recently, the aura on his body has changed, and there is a divine light. He is a god, He is cold-hearted and cold-hearted, so I want to tell you to be careful."

She also heard from the spirits that there had been a severe drought everywhere recently. Except for the realm of the upper and higher realms, the mountains, seas, and the underworld were thousands of miles away, and all life was devastated. Only Huanglian Mountain was protected by her demon husband, and the weather was still good.

Then, many ghosts and ghosts fled to Huanglian Mountain.

They were sallow, skinny, ragged, exhausted, and knelt by the water, drinking and crying.

Shuhua returned home in silence. Lingze was cooking, and the firelight illuminated his face particularly solemnly: "It will be ready soon. If you are hungry, there are rice cakes on the table."

Shuhua didn't eat the rice cake. She leaned against the door frame and silently watched him cook.

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