My Husband Is the Villain

The body of Zhuohua Demon Son was born and a demon, and since he was born, he has had a desire period, that is, the so-called bigu period of Xiuxian.

Three meals of five grains are just icing on the cake for him, and they are optional.

In addition, during the past five hundred years, his father Shang Li Yuan was busy managing the demon world, and the two were close but not intimate. When Zhuohua received the news that Li Yuan had sent him to the front hall of the apse to share dinner, he only felt that today's The father is too strange.

As for the father's remarks, "Your mother is back," it deepened the strange feeling in Zhuohua's heart.

His mother died five hundred years ago, and Zhuohua saw her body frozen under the cold pool with her own eyes. Even at a distance of a hundred miles of ice, Zhuohua could see her clearly.

She is very beautiful, not to cover up the indescribable beauty of Qunfang, but a kind of serene beauty that is touching and soul-stirring, even if she closes her eyes, even if she will never wake up again, it cannot hide the thrillingness of her body beauty of.

Zhuohua can almost imagine what her mother looked like when she was still alive, she must be a beautiful and gentle woman.

Zhuohua knew that his father Shang Li Yuan had tried his best to find A-Niang's soul, but to no avail.

And the person who hasn't been found in five hundred years has appeared now?

Zhuohua thinks... if that person is not a fake, it must be just a phantom imagined by his father.

If it is really a fake, Zhuohua will always have a way to pierce the illusion, but if it is true that the father misses too much and fantasizes about the illusion?

Zhuohua rubbed his forehead, and a feeling of melancholy gradually appeared on his tough facial features. He clenched his fists and left the palace where he was in a complicated mood.

Before the resurrection, Lin Qingxu was still a young daughter-in-law who was pregnant at full term and waiting to give birth. After the resurrection, she suddenly had an eldest son who was longer than her lifespan?

What kind of **** is this!

Lin Qingxu was sitting in front of the dressing mirror in the inner hall, his worried face wrinkled into a bun, and his heroic facial features turned into a capital embarrassing character at this moment.

Li Yuan stood behind her and slowly tied her hair in a bun. His technique was unskilled and his speed was not fast. Ruyu's fingertips shuttled between her black hair, carefully arranging each strand of hair to its proper place. Location.

Li Yuan tangled his hair carefully, stretched out his hand to take the bead flower, and when he looked up, he saw her embarrassed face in the mirror.

"What is Qing'er thinking about again?" He pressed the pearl flowers one by one in her hair, and laughed in a low voice. The magnetic slightly hoarse voice was long and low, full of allure.

Lin Qingxu was hooked by his voice and was easily defeated, and his heart was pounding for a long time and couldn't stop.

She bit her inner lip lightly, tugging at the corner of her slender dress coyly, looking at the picture-perfect man in the mirror, she struggled for a while before saying sullenly, "Ayan, I'll wait a moment. How do you deal with Zhuo'er?"

Li Yuan pursed his lips when he heard the words.

He put the last pearl flower hairpin down, leaned over and leaned against her ear, and said softly, "I have told Zhuo'er about your return. Now that he has grown up, Qing'er can treat him normally."

Lin Qingxu bit her lip again and treated him normally, she just asked him because she didn't know how to treat him normally?

Li Yuan looked at the gorgeous red lips bitten by her in the mirror, his heart suddenly became hot, and something spewed out uncontrollably.

He turned her head over, the tip of his tongue easily lifted the teeth on her lips, and kissed her hard.

Lin Qingxu's mind was stunned, and he could only whisper, and the control of his body was in the hands of the other party.

"Close your eyes, fool." Li Yuan's laughter was low, and the kiss fell on the corner of her eyes to cover her eyes, and then he kissed her lips again. His fingertips slowly slid down from her cheeks, and gently probed into the gaps in the hem of her slender waist.

Lin Qingxu's body trembled, and a dull sob like a small beast came out of his mouth.

Li Yuan chuckled lightly with her lips in his mouth, his fingers had slid lightly on her delicate skin like a fire, and where his fingertips passed, every inch was hot and every inch was numb.

...

After some time, the owner of the high chair he was sitting in has changed positions.

Li Yuan held Lin Qingxu in his arms, held her with one hand, and carefully and patiently helped her tidy up her messy sideburns and clothes with the other.

Lin Qingxu slumped over him, blushing ashamed.

She curled her fingers into fists one by one, and seeing his hooked lips full of contentment and obvious pleasure, one of her silver teeth was about to shatter.

In the past, A Yan was like a piece of warm nephrite jade with great brilliance. The two were intimate, and they would not come here regardless of the time. Is it over yet?

"What, Qing'er thinks it wasn't enough just now?" Li Yuan gave up the hand that helped her continue to button her clothes, and raised his eyebrows.

Seeing that she pursed her lips and didn't answer, Li Yuan flicked his fingertips, and the button that had just been buckled was undone.

"!

Lin Qingxu's blood rushed to her forehead, she covered her chest with all her strength, and shouted in despair, "Enough is enough!"

Li Yuan hooked his lips, and his big hand with clear joints lightly grabbed her small hand and kissed her lips: "It's okay, if Qing'er thinks it's not enough, we'll come back and continue."

"..." Continue, continue, her waist will be broken!

Lin Qingxu is a deep-dwelling resentful woman...Bah, go to his X's deep-dwelling resentful woman.

She has no hatred at all!

After all this tossing, an hour had passed by the time they finished cleaning up again, and Zhuohua, who was called by his father early, sat dryly at the empty dining table and waited for an hour in vain.

Zhuohua wanted to go to the inner hall to see what his father, Shang Li Yuan, was doing. He had been here for a long time, but his father had not shown up.

However, enchantments were set up in the entire Demon Temple, and Zhuohua couldn't enter the inner hall, obviously Li Yuan didn't want him to enter.

Standing behind Zhuohua, Mozu Wusheng, who was waiting for the Demon Lord to summon dinner, saw Zhuohua's face getting darker and darker, and he said in a frightened manner: "Lord Zhuohua, it's better to go down first, if Lord Demon Lord comes out, you can call again. I?"

Wusheng really couldn't stand Zhuohua's low pressure.

Zhuohua glanced at him and vetoed his obsession: "Wait."

Wu Sheng pouted, and the face of a fat pie spread out was full of pity, grief, and sadness.

For Wu Sheng to say, he felt extremely pitiful.

Before he became a demon, he was an ordinary kitchen helper in a restaurant in the Human World. He helped with the master chef father for nearly five years. As a result, he was only able to earn chores wages, and his life was very tight.

He has no money, and because of his appearance, he has been in the kitchen all the year round, eating into a big fat man, and with his short height, he really becomes a short winter melon. No money and no looks, he is still a walking bachelor at the age of twenty-two.

But these are not a big deal. Wusheng has an optimistic temperament. No one likes him, so he lives happily alone. He doesn't have so much wages, so he just cooks and learns craftsmanship.

However, the reality is always caught off guard to drop a sap on the optimistic people.

Wu Sheng is demonic... He kindly rescued a seriously injured person, but in order to repay him, others forced Wu Sheng to transform into a kin.

When he became a demon, Wusheng was very confused. He didn't know that the noble transformation in the other's mouth was becoming a demon?

Bewildered and confused, his days are still to be lived.

Wusheng really wanted to continue his life as a small helper, learning craftsmanship, but all day long he heard people around him talk about immortals being good, demons being evil, and the demons would be annihilated... He collapsed.

There is always someone discussing how you should die, how and how to die, and pulling you to join the discussion... That's a huge torture at all!

Wusheng escaped from the human world, followed the buddy who led him into the devil's way into the devil's world, and then... lived a life of continuing to cook.

The 100-year time in the demon world has been very stable and happy. Although there are many bad guys who bully the weak and trouble him, he has carried them all over. He has done what he likes to do comfortably for a hundred years, and gradually, he has also made a small world in the food world of the devil.

Then, unfortunately, he was summoned by the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord asked him to cook, but he didn't give him any specific dishes, he just said it would be delicious... The first time Wu Sheng saw such a big man, he was about to urinate.

Moreover, you said delicious, what do you eat?

Lin Qingxu walked out of the inner hall with Li Yuan, who was walking and walking slowly in Xianting. When he reached the front hall, he saw the fat man Wusheng who was like a stiff wooden stake in the same place, and the sullen face sitting at the table. Brilliant.

Zhuohua sensed the unfamiliar aura, and shot a sharp eye knife directly at the unfamiliar woman.

He didn't know where his father found this fake, but the aura that could not be concealed on the other side showed her scheming!

He wants to solve this big problem for his father.

"Zhuo'er! What are you doing!" Li Yuan's voice changed, the blood of killing flashed in his eyes, like a dormant vicious snake suddenly leaned up and raised his head, Zhuo Hua's heart froze, that attack had been taken lightly by Li Yuan erase.

Zhuohua gritted his teeth and stood up from his seat, staring sharply at Lin Qingxu, his voice calm: "Who is she?"

Lin Qingxu: "..."

She really didn't expect that her own son actually wanted to kill herself so much?

Lin Qingxu got a headache from the tense atmosphere between the two, she pulled Li Yuan's hand, and when the other side looked sideways, she asked in a low voice, "Ayan, didn't you say you told Zhuo'er my identity?"

Although she deliberately lowered the volume, none of the people present, even Fatty Wusheng, could hear her complaining clearly.

Wu Sheng felt that he was about to become a real stake.

Li Yuan clenched her hand tightly, and the cold air on his face turned soft the moment he made eye contact with her. He glanced at Zhuohua and said lightly, "Maybe Zhuo'er didn't hear clearly, so he misunderstood."

Zhuohua, whose ears are not good, can't hear clearly: "..."

"Okay, Qing'er is hungry too, let's serve it." Li Yuan pulled Lin Qingxu to sit at the table naturally, and looked at Wu Sheng, who was standing stiffly.

Wu Sheng was in a state of amnesty, and fled in a hurry... No, he retired.

In front of the three of them is a pear-flower-wood round table that can accommodate eight or nine people. It is placed in the center of the hall. However, in the dark gray hall in front of him, it seems out of place.

It was as if a discordant factor had emerged out of thin air.

Lin Qingxu, who was also a discordant factor, felt awkward and panicked after sitting down. Although Zhuohua on the opposite side didn't shoot her with a dagger, his apparently cold-eyed and neglected demeanor simply didn't like or even disliked her.

Lin Qingxu hung his head slackly, and his warm heart was almost cold.

Li Yuan looked at her like this, frowning tightly: "Zhao'er, if you didn't hear clearly, I'll say it again, Qing'er is your mother, she's back."

Zhuohua clenched his fist under the table, and didn't believe it at all: "Father, my mother is dead."

He spoke calmly, and even looked at Li Yuan with an obvious sense of pain and persuasion.

Li Yuan: "..."

Lin Qingxu: "..."

The author has something to say: Zhuohua: The A-Niang in my heart is a beautiful and gentle woman.

The heroine (nodding wildly): Yes, yes, it's me, it's me, it's me!

Zhuohua (looks cold): No! She's dead, she's already dead!

Hostess: ... (I don't recognize my mother, why is it swollen?)

Li Yuan: Beat him, beat him until he calls his mother!