There are many steps to becoming a queen of the Demon Lord. Fei Yao has gone through it once and doesn't want to go through it a second time.

Furthermore, she was once the indomitable God of War. She didn't need a little devil to seal her. Fortunately, Ying Zhaoyan held her hand and spoke patiently. For Chao Huaguo's sake, Fei Yao also smiled.

It was full of joy until the end of the ceremony.

After all, it is still the same sentence. She has cultivated herself for many years and is now gentle, virtuous, and knowledgeable.

The night was getting darker, and the lights on the Chaojun platform were brightly lit. Fei Yao was sitting on the couch, already yawning several times in front of the flickering candlelight. He was older than he was when he was young. He suddenly changed places and was still a little uncomfortable. Just now

When she was planning to bring the rocking chair she often made from the fairy world one day, with a "squeak", the door was gently opened.

Feiyao thought it was Qingqing, the girl who had been with her during the day, but she didn't expect that there was a strong smell of alcohol coming in with the wind.

Looking up, Fei Yao couldn't help but admire the wisdom of the ancient saying "Look at beauty under the lamp". Ying Zhaoyan, dressed in red and slightly drunk, was walking towards her, under the dancing candlelight.

, a pair of cold phoenix eyes, showing a bit of charm, a thin nose and thin lips, full of masculinity, Fei Yao secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked away from Ying Zhaoyan, secretly cursing himself for being old.

Dear, you have harmed such a young grass.

The smell of alcohol was so close to her that Fei Jue was confused. Even though she had lived for thousands of years, she had already downplayed the issue of men and women, and even discussed it at the top of her lungs with her subordinates. But now, why did she lose her temper?

The magnanimity of those days.

Ying Zhaoyan came closer, spoke softly, and asked, "Are you tired?"

Fei Yao met his gaze, her heartbeat paused for a moment, and she shook her head.

"That's good." Ying Zhaoyan casually took off his robe, turned around and hugged the already dazed Fei Jue, hugged her tightly in his arms, and said with a hint of drunkenness: "You finally

By my side."

Fei Yao was a little confused by Ying Zhaoyan's aura. He knew that he was once handsome and charming, but he didn't know when he fell in love with this little devil. Now that he was actually married, Fei Yao looked at him with deep affection.

She felt a sense of loss and guilt for no reason. She spared her life and was greedy to marry him. She always felt like an old charlatan who deceived a naive three-year-old child.

A soft kiss fell on the forehead, and Ying Zhaoyan called out, "Yu'er" with a thick nasal sound, a little deep and a little hoarse.

Fei Yao was nervous. She raised her eyes from Ying Zhaoyan's arms and met a pair of eyes full of aggression. For a moment, she felt like a sheep who had taken off his disguise and revealed his sharp fangs. She was trapped in his arms.

, is the naive and ignorant old white rabbit.

Before Fei Yao could react, Ying Zhaoyan's kiss had already fallen on her eyebrows. Fei Yao closed her eyes in panic, and the gentle kiss followed the trend.

Fei Yao was panicking for a moment. He just opened his mouth and called out "Ying Zhaoyan", but the rest of his words were blocked back into his mouth. His arms around her became tighter and tighter, like the most impenetrable wall in the world.

After a long time, when Fei Yao felt that the breath in her body was about to die, the other party gently relaxed his embrace, and she belonged to her again.

Fei Yao's face turned red for a moment, and she didn't know what to say. When she saw that Ying Zhaoyan's lips were stained with her light rouge, she couldn't help but laugh again.

Ying Zhaoyan also smiled, his eyes were deep and quiet, filled with lust.

Fei Yao foresaw the danger and ducked back slightly. However, she stepped back an inch, and the opponent had already bullied her, and a pair of hands reached for her waist.

Fei Yao wanted to speak and asked Ying Zhaoyan to slow down a bit. Before she was ready, a deep voice in her ear asked: "Are you scared?"

Upon hearing this, Fei Yao swallowed back what he was about to say. The little devil is young and beautiful, and she, she, she will not suffer.

After taking off his clothes, Fei Yao closed his eyes, a little afraid to look, but in order to show that he had no fear, he mustered up the courage to put his arms around Ying Zhaoyan's neck.

The breathing in her ears gradually became deeper, and with an increasingly predatory kiss, she fell on her neck, and a pair of big hands tightly held her waist.

The lights on Chaojun Terrace gradually extinguished, and the bright white moonlight shone down, eternal and unchanged, like snow that has fallen for thousands of years.

The wind blew through the blooming crabapple flowers, and the bright red petals fell from the branches, performing a lingering dance in the air.

The night is getting dark, covering up all the extravagant colors.

When he woke up at noon the next day, Fei Yao thought that he might not be able to sleep because he had just changed places, but when he recalled the indescribable experience from waking up to being comatose last night, he could only sigh, "The word sex is like a knife in the head."

After waking up, her legs were idle and idle, so Fei Yao sat on the court table again and began to embroider flowers and plants again.

After a few needles fell, Fei Yao stretched out his hand towards the table out of habit and held the cup in his hand. Fei Yao calmed down and took a look. The cup was not the one in the fairy world, but the place where it was placed was exactly right.

The tea tastes soft and fresh in the mouth, which is very different from the bitter taste she brewed casually.

When she was lost in thought, the maid Qingqing came in with steady steps, saluted Fei Jue, and called out, "The Queen." Then she said shyly: "The tea made by the slave, I don't know if the Queen will like it. If you feel that

No, tell me, I will pay attention next time."

"Very good." Fei Yao commented, took another bite, nodded, and asked curiously: "How did you know that my habits are like this?"

Qingqing did not hide it and said truthfully: "It was the devil who told this slave."

Fei Yao took a breath, "How did he know."

"Demon Lord, I have admired your empress for a long time."

Fei Yao was shocked and embarrassed again: "Is it possible that the entire demon world knows about this matter?"

Qingqing shook her head, "I serve the Demon Lord, so I know it and dare not deceive the Queen. People around the Demon Lord never dare to say anything about the Demon Lord, so other people don't know about it."

Fei Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the girl Qing Qing in front of him, and understood why Ying Zhaoyan kept her by his side. If it were her, she would also like this.

Thinking about it this way, I feel inexplicably weird.

Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a sound of soft footsteps outside the door, and the sound of fingers squeezing between his lips. Fei Yao looked towards the door, and in a moment, two little heads came up and down, and secretly emerged from the door.

The four big eyes saw the traces, as if they had made a mistake and were caught, they stood up dejectedly. Fei Yao looked at it. She had seen these two furry heads before. One was the snow fox brought back from the human world last time.

His daughter is Xiaoxue, and the other is Ying Zhaoyan’s younger brother, Ying Xi.

Fei Yao looked at the two of them and asked, "What are you two doing secretly?"
Chapter completed!