Raising a demon to become a husband

Chapter 34 Childhood sweetheart, a rare young man

Meng Qishu slightly raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and walked over slowly, "I just want to know if what you said just now was your own meaning or Feng Mo's meaning."

The woman was stunned, "When... of course it's what Brother Mo and I mean."

"Really?" Meng Qishu chuckled, "If that's the case, then please take care of your fiancé, because he is the only one who asks for a body promise from the beginning to the end. It is really hard to have such a fiancé."

"You?!" The woman blushed with anger, and flames shot out of her clenched fists, "Hmph! That sounds nice, do you think I don't know that you seduced Brother Mo? It's a pity, I won't You have another chance. Originally, I only intended to warn you, but now it seems... I seem to hate you."

Seeing this, Meng Qishu's eyes darkened, and she stroked the long whip on her waist vigilantly, "It's a pity, I quite like you."

"I disdain." The woman snorted coldly, and suddenly launched an attack with her foot, the flame in her hand pierced through Meng Qishu's heart like a blooming flower.

With a start, Meng Qishu pulled out the long whip from her waist and rolled it over, and at the same time dodged sideways.

A long whip came attacking like a snake with the sound of a sharp wind, and the woman condensed her brows and deftly avoided it, "I really didn't realize that you still have some kung fu."

Holding the long whip, Meng Qishu smiled brightly, "Thank you for the compliment."

This girl really wanted to kill her.

I really didn't expect that one day I would be killed because of a man, and that wolf was indeed a disaster.

"Who praised you!" Seeing that smiling face, the woman became even more angry, and when she stretched out her right hand, a long sword appeared.

If this is real.Meng Qishu lightly raised her eyes, and quietly clenched the whip tightly, "Little girl, how about we make a bet? If you win, I will agree to your request to see Feng Mo just now. If I win...you kneel down and apologize, I I don't like being wronged by others, especially unwarranted charges. But the prerequisite is that you can't use black magic, we are comparing strength, how about it?"

The woman looked up and laughed as if she had heard such a good joke, "Can you beat me? This is the funniest joke this princess has ever heard since she grew up."

Meng Qishu blinked, "Why? Don't you dare?"

"As you say!"

When the words fell, the two looked at each other at the same time.

Ordinary people are naturally no match for Ruolun sorcery. For single-round martial arts, there are really few people in the world who can match Meng Qishu, even Zong Chen, who is from the same school as his teacher.

13 years may not be able to achieve much for others, but Meng Qishu is different. She is talented and hardworking, and her speed is several times that of ordinary people.

However, after thirty strokes, she was defeated. The woman felt resentful and anxious. Seeing that she was at a disadvantage, she immediately used the hold technique.

Her body froze suddenly, and her movements came to a sudden stop. Meng Qishu narrowed her eyes, "What? Is this going to be cheating?"

"This princess can do whatever she wants, but she is only a mere human being. Do you think this princess will listen to you?" The woman sneered, walked around Meng Qishu twice and stopped.

With a chill on her neck, Meng Qishu's eyes darkened, "The self-proclaimed princess is just a despicable and shameless villain. If you can't accept winning or losing, and don't admit your mistakes, I'm afraid Feng Mo doesn't like you either. You are really a poor princess."

"Shut up!" The woman who was stabbed in the sore spot became furious, clenched the hilt of her sword and crossed over.

Ding!
With a crisp sound, the long sword resting on Meng Qishu's neck broke in two.

"Who is it!" The woman turned around in surprise.

"Long time no see, Ninth Princess." After the words fell, a lotus-colored figure appeared by the window, and his seductive face seemed to illuminate the entire room.

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief, "Uncle Fengyue?!"

Seeing this, Meng Qishu was secretly relieved.

This evildoer came at the right time, and it was the first time seeing him so pleasing to the eye.

But how did he know she was here?

Feng Yue walked over slowly, hugged Meng Qishu's shoulders and brought her into his arms, then smiled and looked at the stunned little girl, "Little Xingxing is mine, can the Ninth Princess stay away from Xiaoxing in the future?" Son."

Meng Qishu's head was full of black lines when she heard the words, what kind of nonsense is this person talking about?

The woman's eyes widened even wider, "You...your man? Uncle Fengyue...what's going on here? Isn't this woman the savior that brother Mo wants to promise with his body? Uncle Yue..."

“事情就是你看到的那样。”凤越并不想解释只是随口带过，视线落在女子手中染血的剑上时眸色隐隐一暗，“九公主擅自离开妖界若是被狐王知道的话可是I will be punished, this time I just didn’t see it, but there will be absolutely no next time.”

Facing those smiling eyes, the woman shivered, "Yes, I remember, thank you Uncle Fengyue. Then I will take my leave first. When Uncle Fengyue returns to the Demon Realm, I will definitely thank Uncle Fengyue."

"You're welcome." Feng Yue smiled and waved goodbye.

The figure disappeared in a flash, and the room fell silent.

Meng Qishu felt uncomfortable with the long arm around her waist, "I'm already gone, you can let me go."

Feng Yue remained unmoved, "Little Xingxing, it seems that I saved you just now?"

"Yes, I thank you, thank you and your family. Is this okay?" If it weren't for their family, she wouldn't have encountered this kind of thing. After all, they were the culprits.

Feng Yue condensed, "Why did I listen to this a little strange, as if I was scolding me."

"How come? It's too late for me to thank you." Meng Qishu squeezed out a bright smile, paused, and raised her eyebrows, "Can you let me go first? And, the magic on me."

It is too dangerous to get along with this evildoer in such a situation where there is no room for resistance. It is simply out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den.

Feng Yue nodded, pretending to let go, and touched Meng Qishu's neck the next moment, "It's bleeding. Tsk, little Xingxing, you're hurt."

Just as Meng Qishu was about to say that the minor injury would not be a problem, a sudden soft sensation on her neck made half of her body numb, "You...you, you, what are you doing?"

Did he just lick it?

This guy is really... perverted!

The scarlet tongue brushed against the thin lips, and Feng Yue smiled slyly, "This is the unique licking therapy of our wolf clan, and it is very effective."

Licking therapy?Meng Qishu's hair was full of black lines, she was simply taking advantage.

"It seems that what little Xingxing wants to know about our wolf clan is really not 01:30." Feng Yue nodded his chin lightly and said thoughtfully.

Meng Qishu's eyes darkened when she heard the words, and her tone was a bit cold, "I'm sorry, I'm really not interested in your wolf clan, so I don't need to know anything."

(End of this chapter)