Chapter 226 The Little Prisoner of the Demon Lord 41
Soon, everyone in the world who was well-informed knew that the Demon Lord was going to marry the daughter of the Fox clan.
Fox Mountain was filled with joy, and even the devil world, which was cold and lonely all day long, had a rare hint of joy.
Gu Ruojiao was wearing a gilt black moon wedding dress and was led by the Fox King and handed over to Mo Qingyan.
Although five years have passed, the Fox King still dislikes the man who kidnapped his daughter.
But he couldn't bear the thought that his daughter only recognized this man, so she had no choice but to let him go.
The demons got married, the first couple in the world in tens of thousands of years.
Therefore, this wedding banquet was celebrated for half a month.
At this point, no one knows that Demon Lord Mo Qingyan married the daughter of the Fox King of Hushan.
But no one can find out what the Fox King's daughter looks like or what her temperament is.
Because she has always been well protected by the Fox King and Fox Queen and Mo Qingyan.
Late night in winter.
Gu Ruojiao woke up but did not see Mo Qingyan.
She put on her clothes and as soon as she opened the door and went out, she saw Mo Qingyan standing in the corridor.
The crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and silver light falls on the ground.
The man's figure looked lonely and sad.
Gu Ruojiao stepped forward and hugged him from behind.
"Husband."
The tentacles were cold.
He was always cold when she was not around.
It's like punishing myself.
Mo Qingyan leaned over, held her hand, pulled her forward and hugged her.
When I fell into his arms again, I felt warm again.
"Why are you awake?"
"I can't sleep without you."
Mo Qingyan said nothing.
Snowflakes were falling all over the sky.
Gu Ruojiao raised her head.
"Husband, where did the fire poison in your body come from?"
"Jiaojiao wants to know?"
"Um."
Mo Qingyan sat on the porch and held the person on his lap.
He pressed his forehead against hers: "That was not a pleasant past."
Gu Ruojiao looked at him: "Then it's better not to say anything."
Mo Qingyan laughed and gently hugged her into his arms.
The voice was low: "Jiaojiao, my parents were killed by me."
Gu Ruojiao narrowed her eyes and hugged him tightly.
She knows.
She always knew.
Great power comes at a price.
After Mo Qingyan's parents found out that he had a spirit of speech, they used him as a tool to train him.
They feared him, but they took advantage of him.
Like raising a poisonous poison, he was locked in a cave after he was three years old, humiliated inside, and made to keep killing in order to survive.
He has never received any family affection since he was a child, and what he thinks about every day when he wakes up is how to survive.
He was not released from the cave until he was eight years old.
But this is not the end.
His father gave him a secret book to practice, and the price was the torture of fire and poison. This was a backup plan left by his parents for themselves.
At that time, Mo Qingyan naively thought that he was rejected by his parents because of Yan Ling.
He thought that as long as he became stronger, his parents would accept him again.
They are all innate talents.
Her original parents would protect her from harm.
But Mo Qingyan's parents turned him into an executioner.
Later, Mo Qingyan lost his mind under the torture of fire poison and killed his parents.
After all these years, with his ability, he should have eliminated this fire poison long ago.
But he didn't.
Gu Ruojiao didn't know whether he was punishing herself or trying to make her remember the past.
But she didn't want him to continue like this.
"Husband, I am afraid of the cold, so I like warm places."
She clung to his neck.
"My husband is very warm, so Jiaojiao likes him."
Mo Qingyan looked at her: "When I got angry, why weren't you afraid of me?"
"Because I know that my husband will not hurt me."
The barrier he set up speaks for itself.
Gu Ruojiao held his face, raised her head and pecked his lips.
Caress gently.
Mo Qingyan held the back of her head with one hand, deepening the feeling.
After a while, he picked her up and entered the house.
With a wave of his sleeves, the door was closed tightly, blocking out the wind and snow outside.
The curtains shook violently, and it seemed like they were the only two people left in the world.
