There was a scream in the wedding room before, and even though the high priest and others were far away, they could still hear it clearly. They all thought that the young couple might be having an argument, and they couldn't help but feel a little worried.
But they didn't expect that when they arrived at Xiaoyaoju, they happened to see Shen Lang running out with the saint in his arms.
The sunshine at this time was so clear and beautiful, the gentle breeze and the fragrance of flowers were intoxicating, and the men and women running in the wind were so close, even sweet.
"this..."
The high priest and others were completely stunned on the spot, thinking that they really couldn't get involved in this young man's affairs, otherwise they would be afraid that something would happen again.
"Hi! I didn't expect such a coincidence!" Shen Lang, who was jogging, stopped and said hello to everyone.
"Damn it, why don't you put me down quickly." Leng Yanji glared at him. The feeling of being hugged in front of others seemed to make her feel a little embarrassed.
Shen Lang gently let go of her, and Leng Yanji stood beside Shen Lang. The two of them reached out at the same time with great understanding, and pulled out each other's hands, interlocking their fingers.
This kind of behavior is somewhat suspicious of pretending to be intimate in front of others, but perhaps it is because the previous conversation between the two in the room was too candid, and there was less of a barrier between them. Therefore, the so-called pretended intimacy at this time,
It actually seemed a bit intimate.
"The Holy Son and the Holy Lady are of the same mind, so we old guys are relieved." The old priest stroked his beard and smiled.
Everyone else also smiled with joy and blessing.
Leng Yanji didn't understand why the old people in the devil's path were so happy to see her marry Shen Lang. Wasn't the original purpose of the marriage to let her keep an eye on Shen Lang, so as to prevent this guy from causing trouble everywhere?
In doubt, Leng Yanji wanted to ask something more. But Silver Moon Shura suddenly said: "We all have things to do, and we will leave Buzhou Mountain today. Presumably the Holy Son and the Holy Girl should go to see each other at this time
Demon Lord, right?"
Kuiwu Shura also said: "The Demon Lord is waiting for you at the former residence of Leng Jun at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. The Holy Son and Saint Girl should not waste time. Don't let the Demon Lord wait impatiently."
Du E Shura said: "It was me and Kui Wu who brought you to Buzhou Mountain, and we will take you out later. Go quickly, we will wait here."
Some words interrupted the questions in Leng Yanji's mind. She did not continue to ask the question she wanted to ask, because in her opinion, these old people would not have any ill intentions towards her. If they deliberately did not mention it, there must be some reason why they could not mention it.
.
So, she nodded, took Shen Lang's hand and walked in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.
Everyone looked at the departing figures with happy smiles.
"This is the great blessing of the devil!" the high priest said: "The devil's vision is so far-reaching. In fact, we can't compare it. If he said that Shen Lang is the person most likely to reach the realm of the devil in the history of the devil, this matter is absolutely
It won’t be fake.”
"Yes! If the love between the Holy Son and the Holy Lady increases, no matter whether a demon god or a female demon king appears in the devil's path in the future, the hope will be many times greater than before." Purple Blood Shura said: "But I still didn't expect it.
, this boy actually got together with the saint so quickly, and it seems that he and the saint are really close."
"What's unbelievable about this?" Yinyue Shura said: "Although he and the Saint were once enemies, there are many examples in the world of rivals who cherish each other. Moreover, he already possesses demon bones and has a relationship with the devil.
The origin that cannot be chosen is that he does not have much hostility towards the devil in his heart."
After saying these words, everyone looked at each other and said no more words of farewell. However, they had a sense of farewell that they would see each other again later. Then they went their separate ways and flew to the vast sea without knowing where they were. Where did it go...
Shen Lang and Leng Yanji arrived at the former residence of Leng Jun at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. The so-called former residence of Leng Jun was actually the former residence of Leng Shu, the eighth demon lord of the devil. To a certain extent, Leng Yan could not be regarded as the former residence of Leng Yan. Ji's ancestral home.
At this time, the nameless old devil was sitting on the eaves of the house, watching the sunrise and drinking wine. Ever since he had the body of a magic weapon and was transformed into a human form by Kunlun magic, he could drink like a normal person. drink wine.
"You came just in time." When the old devil saw Shen Lang and Leng Yanji approaching, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Come here and have a few drinks with me."
Flying onto the roof, Shen Lang looked at the drunken and confused look and couldn't help but said: "Is it so early in the morning to drink so much wine?"
Shen Lang's words and deeds were very casual, because this was how he got along with the old devil in the past.
But Leng Yanji, who had always been cold and arrogant, was a little reserved at this time. That kind of restraint and nervousness was not only the nervousness of meeting the legendary ancestor. Moreover, because Shen Lang inherited the demon bone, he could be called the demon lord's closest junior. And since she was married to Shen Lang, she naturally felt as nervous as an ugly daughter-in-law meeting her parents-in-law.
"Greetings, Leng Yanji..." Leng Yanji lowered her body slightly, as if she wanted to salute, but when she said goodbye, she didn't know the most appropriate title to use to address the unknown demon lord.
Before Leng Yanji could make any respectful salute, Lao Mo stopped her movement with a wave of his sleeves and asked disrespectfully: "Hey, how are you? Did that guy make you comfortable last night?"
Leng Yanji's face suddenly turned red because she felt that the word "comfortable" might be a pun, implying whether it was comfortable for a couple to sleep in the same bed and have sex.
Shen Lang, who has always been shameless, also blushed at this moment, because he knew very well that the comfort of the old devil's finger was actually referring to Haoran Yutian's finger. This couldn't help but remind him of the massage he gave Leng Yanji's feet last night , feeling a little ashamed. And secretly cursing in his heart: What is wrong with this old devil’s teaching to him? Why did he teach him such a weird move? It’s like asking him to serve Leng Yanji specially. I really don’t know what this old guy is thinking. Who exactly is it helping?
The old devil looked at the blushing faces of the man and woman, and the disrespectful smile on his face became even brighter.
"Demon Lord..." Leng Yanji thought for a while and still called the old devil the Demon Lord.
But seeing how close he was with Shen Lang, the old devil seemed to be more pleased with Leng Yanji. He narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "Why do you still call me the devil?"
"What should we call it?" Leng Yanji asked.
The old devil thought for a while. As a guy who has been half-dead for 30,000 years, the old devil is very indifferent to various worldly names. Strictly speaking, Shen Lang inherited his devil bones, and at least half of his devil blood flows in his body. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are Shen Lang's reborn parents.
Then Leng Yanji is naturally like his daughter-in-law.
But he was too lazy to recognize this blood-related relationship. Instead, he looked at the old courtyard that had gone through 20,000 to 30,000 years of wind and rain, and thought of many old stories that he could hardly remember...