My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Chapter 54 Don’t give up

boom.

The moment the door closed, Yan Conling was held by the young man's wrist and pressed against it, and his body was almost completely enveloped by the shadow cast by the other person.

There was monstrous anger in his eyes at the moment, staring closely at her face that showed no real emotions, and his posture was rare and tough.

"Am I your spiritual pet?"

"You want to sell me to others?"

He could endure her being cold and indifferent to him, belittling and scolding him, and even killing him like she did in her previous life, but all this was based on the premise that he belonged to her...

The two were so close that their breaths touched each other.

Seeing the end of his red eyes, Yan Congling paused and quickly looked away.

"I didn't agree."

Her voice was gentle, more like stating a fact than explaining and comforting.

There were faint traces of violence in Lou Qixue's demonic aura. He leaned forward and almost bullied her face, "But you hesitated! Just for the damn five million taels!"

Yan Conngling was speechless.

Inexplicably, I think of the wives on the street who point at their gambling husbands and cry out...

"It's nothing, you're overthinking it."

"Yan Conngling!"

The soft, snow-white cheek was suddenly pinched by the long knuckles, forcing it to face that captivating face. The man's beautiful eyes were filled with a thin layer of water, just like the sugar coating on the hawthorns he ate when he was a child.

Crystal clear.

It shattered at the touch between the lips and teeth.

Yan Conngling was startled.

Is this...crying with anger?

With the demonic power that could no longer be restrained, nine fox tails wrapped tightly around her body like vines. In the darkness, Lou Qixue's voice was so low that it was almost hoarse, like a demon.

"You can beat me and kill me, but you can never give me to others."

She wants to abandon you, kill her, kill her... The urging voice of the inner demon is in my ears.

His eyes were red, and he slowly took her hand and put it on his chest.

That was the place that she had personally penetrated in her previous life.

To this day, being touched so lightly by her fingertips still causes a dull pain.

"If you dare to give me to someone else, you'll have to skin me, cramp me, break my bones, and destroy my soul. Otherwise, as long as I am alive, I will pester you to death!"

There were tears in his eyes, but his tone was cruel, not even half as usual.

Warmth and restlessness came from the palm of his hand, and Yan Conngling subconsciously wanted to retreat, but was unable to do so.

Can he be killed but not abandoned... Her long eyelashes were drooped, and she no longer looked at him.

But it’s also clear that this is serious.

The words that she did not dare to say until her death in her previous life were now dissected completely and disemboweled and exposed in front of her.

It's rare to see a girl showing a little bit of helplessness, but she can't avoid it. Lou Qixue suddenly felt that the gloom that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time had dissipated a lot.

His bottom line for Yan Conling was far lower than he thought.

Death is nothing, what is more terrifying than death is not being cared about by her. And now that I think about it carefully, she wanted to kill him. Wasn't he not wrong at all?

Isn't this still dead? There has never been a time like this before. The two of them were relatively speechless, maintaining this weird atmosphere for a while.

She finally made a move.

Instead, he threw the coat he was holding in his arms towards the young man.

"This...you wash it."

He also washed the clothes on weekdays, because she was often awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night. Therefore, Lou Qixue would mix several kinds of soothing flowers and plants into the soap locust, and the washed clothes would always have a unique aroma similar to those of grass and trees...

Yan Conling silently retracted his thoughts.

She had to admit that he looked nothing like the fox demon she had expected. This is probably what he said, people have different temperaments, and so do demons.

"Sir, the slave family is still here..."

A faint female voice suddenly floated out from the Qiankun bag at the waist, and both of them froze.

Yan Conling was annoyed, straightened her clothes and opened the door, "Go and cook."

"Didn't you just finish eating?"

Lou Qixue didn't complain about being driven to make late-night snacks in the middle of the night. He was just a little worried, "It's getting late. Eating too much is not good for your health."

"It's not for me to eat." Yan Conling half-crouched down in his doubtful eyes.

A simple nip can basically make a street of dogs turn around for you.

The khaki figure ran in happily, the tail behind it almost turning into a propeller.

Yan Conling pointed at the new member of the family and said, "It's not for me, but for him. He has been with us all day today and hasn't eaten anything yet."

The big yellow dog is now a member of her family, but not necessarily in the eyes of others.

Ordinary people have precious food, and they can't even eat fish a few times a year. She knew this very well, so she would not feed the geese specially killed for her to the dogs in front of Mrs. He.

Originally, I wanted to pick up a few bones, but Madam He was too thoughtful and had already picked them clean.

Looking at the big yellow dog that was dirty but still rubbing against her enthusiastically, Lou Qixue's forehead jumped, "Yan Conngling, I am a big demon! I am the demon king!"

She actually asked him to cook for a dog? Does he still have any face? !

The girl raised her head with a soft and innocent expression, "But... I also want to taste a little."

So, the Demon King rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen.

As soon as he left, the expression on Yan Congling's face gradually became solemn. The restrained Qiankun Bag was opened, and bones like fragments of mourning paper instantly filled the entire room.

She slowly untied the bright red hair rope without any words or actions. But those bone fragments seemed to be guided by some invisible force, obediently rushing towards a central point and pieced together...

This is Yan's psychic ability.

It's a pity that she is now closed-minded. The only spells that can be used are this useless.

A woman's skeleton began to take shape in front of her.

She took out the talisman that Ning Mingche had drawn for her and lightly brushed it with her fingertips. The paper talisman instantly ignited and fell towards the white bones. And wherever the sparks spread, flesh and blood were redrawn underneath.

Before a complete corpse was revealed in front of her eyes, the voice of the enchantress in a red wedding dress suddenly became sharp, she pointed at the white skeleton uncontrollably, baring her teeth and claws, "It's her! She was the one who killed the slave family! The slave family wants to take out her heart and take revenge. avenge!!"

Yan Conling flicked a talisman and stopped the enchantress who was so excited that she was about to go berserk, and said, "She is different from you. She is already dead. She only obeys the master's orders. The rest of the time she is just a soulless puppet. , even if you disembowel her a hundred times now, she won’t feel anything.”

A line of bloody tears fell from the female charm's eyes.

After years of obsession, the powerless revenge is the most painful.

Yan Conling knew this very well, "However, her master should still be alive. You tell me now who she was before she was alive."

The other party immediately raised his head, with a face so ferocious that he wanted to eat her flesh and drink her blood, "She is the maid beside the imperial concubine! Even if the slave family is reduced to ashes, it will never be forgotten!"

Imperial concubine?

How can it be! ?

(End of this chapter)