My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Inside the cave.

Zhao Qingmei was dressed in a red wedding dress and covered her head with a happy handkerchief.

"Squeak!"

Tan Yun pushed open the door and walked in.

Zhao Qingmei asked, "Tanyun, what's going on outside?"

"The people from the Cao Gang came to make trouble, as if they wanted the title deed in the hands of the uncle." Tan Yun replied.

"That's it." Zhao Qingmei nodded, with a bit of ice in her tone.

"Teach...Miss, don't worry, I know what to do." Tan Yun licked his lips, and there was a trace of bloodthirsty cold light in his eyes.

"Today is a day of great joy." Zhao Qingmei said lightly: "And tomorrow will be a sunny day with a big sun."

Zhao Qingmei likes sunny days, because sunny days kill people quickly and dry blood quickly.

"I see." Tan Yun nodded.

.........

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and most of the many guests gradually dispersed.

"I'm in."

An Jing came to the door of the bridal chamber.

"Squeak--!"

As the door slowly opened, An Jing walked in.

Zhao Qingmei put her hands in front of her legs, clasping them tightly together, and she could hear the slight panting breathing.

"I'm going to pick a hijab."

An Jing smiled, picked up the steel scale and provoked Naxipa.

When the Xipa fell, Zhao Qingmei's beautiful face was even more attractive under the candlelight, especially her red lips, which seemed to melt people completely.

At this moment, a red glow appeared on her jade-white cheeks, and her eyes were looking at An Jing affectionately.

"Qingmei."

An Jing took Zhao Qingmei's jade hand, only to feel a warmth coming.

An Jing never expected that he would be able to marry such a beautiful woman.

Zhao Qingmei only felt that her heart was beating very fast, like a deer ramming, her whole body lost all strength and fell directly into An Jing's arms.

"Qingmei, you may have to suffer with me in the future..."

"Husband, like that cup of tea, we may suffer for a while, but we will never suffer forever."

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jingdao.

"Yeah, we won't suffer forever." An Jing looked at the person in front of him and vowed to treat such a caring wife well.

"Mrs."

"Um?"

"It's time for the bridal chamber..."

Then there was only a bang, and the candle went out.

........

The next day.

An Jing slowly opened his eyes, and a faint ray of sunlight came in from the window lattice.

The red curtain is still full of warmth.

"Husband, you are awake."

Just then, the door opened.

Zhao Qingmei took off her red wedding dress, and wore a cyan shirt, which had a special charm and temperament. At this time, she had a skirt around her waist, and there was some sweat on her forehead.

"I made a medicine porridge according to the medicine book on your table, you can try it."

An Jing was both amused and moved when he heard that, "This medicinal porridge is all used to replenish my body. I'm in good health, so I don't need to replenish it at all."

With that said, An Jing got up and got out of bed. Looking at the fragrant medicinal porridge on the table, he sighed inwardly.

Having a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?

After An Jing drank the medicinal porridge, he only felt that the heat in his body lingered for a long time, and he was secretly shocked. Could it be that the flower has condensed?

If you want to reach the realm of the master from the first-grade cultivation level, you must condense three flowers, namely the human flower, the ground flower, and the smallpox.

An Jing's cultivation has been stagnant for more than half a year, and the human flower has never condensed. Now it seems that the shackles are easily broken.

Now, as long as the earth flower, the smallpox, and the three flowers are combined into one, you can reach the realm of masters in the rivers and lakes.

Unexpectedly, in one night, he actually condensed one of the three flowers.

"How does it taste?" Zhao Qingmei asked nervously.

"Nature is very good."

An Jing smiled and said, "Ma'am, I like to eat everything you cook."

"That's good, my husband likes it, and I will cook it for my husband every day from now on." Zhao Qingmei breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes full of smiles.

"Madam, take a look at the pharmacy first. There are a few herbs missing a few days ago. I'll go and ask now."

"Okay, don't worry."

Seeing An Jing's departure, Tan Yun couldn't help but said, "Miss, why don't you invite some servants here? Who can stand it if you don't get up to cook porridge every day?"

When the hands of the sect master of his own family are covered with blood, when are they used to make porridge for others?

"You just do what you're supposed to do."

Zhao Qingmei didn't know what to think, and a smile emerged from the corner of her mouth: "When you and I go to the street to buy some meat and vegetables, I will prepare this lunch and dinner well."

"Yes."

Tan Yun sighed helplessly.

........

Yuzhou City, the Red Pavilion.

"Master Wang, come here and have another drink."

"Wang Xiaoye, let me tell you the story of Yulin Peak again, were there really third-rank masters that day?"

"Are all those people really imprisoned in Yuzhou prison?"

In an elegant box, Wang Zhiping blushed, surrounded by Yingyingyanyan.

"I told you that I am a seventh-rank cultivation base now. With my qualifications and my uncle's training, I will have a great chance to enter the fifth-rank or even the fourth-rank in the future." Wang Zhiping laughed proudly.

"Fourth Grade!?"

There was a burst of exclamations around.

Among the rivers and lakes, the fourth rank is already a master, and in the Cao Gang, he can sit on the position of the deputy helmsman.

"It's probably impossible."

At this moment, a sharp and cold voice sounded.

"Who!?"

When Wang Zhiping heard the sound, he was sober up for the most part.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are."

Outside the door, a plump, bloated old monk folded his hands together and smiled at the corners of his mouth. The old monk's face was extremely ugly, like a savage ghost.

Anyone who has been in the world knows that there are four kinds of people in this world, women and children who should be careful, monks and Buddhas.

"Who are you? I have no enmity with you..."

Wang Zhiping took a deep breath and touched his palms under him.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Before Wang Zhiping finished speaking, the long knives in the hands of the women next to him stabbed directly into his body.

"You...you..."

Wang Zhiping's eyes were stunned. He looked at the woman who was kissing me and me in disbelief just now, and finally collapsed to the ground.

"Guardian, this little 7th-grade character, would you please come in person?"

A woman wiped the blood on her face and respectfully said to the old monk.

Wang Zhiping didn't know what the identity of this old monk was, but she knew it very well. This person was one of the four guardians of the Demon Sect. He was presided over by the White Horse Temple of the Lotus Sect, and then betrayed the White Horse Temple and joined the Demon Sect. UU reading www. uukanshu. com is notorious among the rivers and lakes.

Thirty years ago, the Tibetan Sword Villa was slaughtered with blood, killing 327 people, not even a baby.

Thirteen years ago, they attacked the Ulan tribe at night on the Mobei grassland, beheading the third-rank Mobei, and countless fourth-rank masters. In the end, there was a peerless murderer who was killed by a second-rank master, the ghost-faced Buddha.

Its record is outstanding and countless.

"The rules of the religion, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Ghost-faced Buddha said lightly.

The woman suddenly felt a chill in her heart, and hurriedly bent down.

The old monk glanced at the corpse on the ground, then walked downstairs slowly.

The entire Red Pavilion was still very lively and noisy, and no one knew that Wang Zhiping had died in the house.

The ghost-faced Buddha was walking in the red pavilion, and the people around were still chatting and laughing.

As if no one saw him at all.

This is the realm of no form in Buddhism!

At this moment, a cold look swept over.

"This......."

Ghost-faced Buddha only felt a sudden rise in the cold air behind him, rushing directly from the sole of his feet to the Tianling Gai, it was a feeling of stepping on the tip of a sword.

Only when facing the old leader and some old bald donkeys from Buddhism will I feel this way.

When he followed his gaze, he saw a black-clothed figure disappearing at the entrance of the red pavilion.

Master!

A peerless master!

Ghost-faced Buddha frowned, his heart trembled.

In the realm of no signs, the naked eye can't see his deeds at all, but the person just now can easily penetrate it. If it is not a natural eye, then he is a first-class expert.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a master in Yuzhou City. It seems that I have to report to the Sect Master."