Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 150 The Tomb Door Is Opened (1)

Seeing her hesitation, Wu Haosi raised his lips and chuckled: "What's the matter, can't bear it?"

"No, I still can't take it off." Yan Chuyan stroked the ring vigorously, only to find that it was still tightly wrapped around her knuckles.

"Impossible! Unless you fall in love with him." Wu Haosi grabbed Yan Chuyan's wrist violently, complex ripples appeared in his purple eyes, and he was emotionally excited.

His wrist was in great pain and pain from being grabbed by him, the pain was excruciating, and the eye sockets couldn't help turning red, and a layer of water mist floated out.

"Let go of me, Wu Haosi, it's impossible for me to fall in love with him, it's just..." Yan Chuyan paused, but she couldn't say anything, just felt that it was impossible for her to fall in love with him in just one month A person, no, a demon, the remnants left to her by Qin Shou have not been completely cleared from her heart.

For Beiming Haoting, she didn't have the youthful throbbing and heart-pounding joy of her school days, but only a sense of security that made her feel very warm.

She wasn't sure if it was love or habit...

"In this case, come with me." Wu Haosi didn't take off her diamond ring anymore, took her left hand and walked into the sports car parked in the front yard of the villa, drove out of the villa, and drove all the way to the beach.

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The clouds are inlaid with a glowing golden ring, and a small part of the sun is hidden behind the clouds, revealing most of its head. The water and the sky are all golden, like a few snow-white feathers, floating lightly on the sea surface.

The morning dew glistens on the coconut tree leaves by the sea, and there are no hibernating insects enjoying the morning light on the beach.

After getting off the car, Wu Haosi tied Yan Chuyan's wrist and strolled to the seashore, with his big hand blowing gently in the wind, a purple flame suddenly rose from around them, forming a protective circle around them, enclosing them in the purple light circle middle.

"Follow me." Wu Haosi pulled her into the sea step by step.

Yan Chuyan unconsciously followed his footsteps while watching the mysterious scene around him in astonishment.

The purple protective barrier separates the sea water, and Yan Chuyan feels like he is in a transparent submarine, with colorful fish roaming among the gorgeous coral.

The strange and lovely shellfish, starfish, jellyfish and seaweed of various colors dance under the surging waves, which is a kind of amazing fantasy and beauty.

All kinds of indescribable turbulent feelings poured into her heart, overwhelming, and it was difficult to stop.

Passing through the bright and warm shallow sea, their sinking speed began to accelerate, Yan Chuyan's breathing gradually became dull, she opened her mouth to inhale oxygen vigorously and shook her head to stay awake, so as to relieve the suffocation feeling a little.

Wu Haosi seemed to be accustomed to this kind of scene, without much discomfort.

Finally arrived at the bottom of the sea, the first thing that catches the eye is a very dreamy ice blue crystal palace.

Surrounding the palace are countless carefully cultivated submarine snow lotuses, with stamens as big as lotus pods and petals as thin as veil, holy and soft.

All kinds of underwater creatures shuttle back and forth among the corals, and the pictures are too beautiful to behold.

Yan Chuyan's thoughts were still sunk in admiration for the beauty of this prosperous age, and she had been brought into the Crystal Palace by Wu Haosi.

The purple halo dissipated, and Yan Chu's face seemed to be reborn, breathing greedily, fearing that he would run out of oxygen in the next second.

There is a dead fairy lying in each crystal coffin. After death, no matter what the cat demon looks like in life, it will become the same appearance, amazingly beautiful.

The family rules of the Yaozu——say goodbye to the world in the most beautiful way.

"Where is my dad?"

Yan Chuyan rolled her eyes, staring at the rows of crystal coffins.

Every dead demon is like a beautiful doll to her, which will not make people feel scared.

(End of this chapter)