Xue Huai had no choice but to put the gluttonous ghost in solitary confinement because the little gluttonous was too noisy. It had been crying since the day he and Yun Cuo separated. It was no exaggeration to say that he was in deep sorrow.
This little gluttonous had become accustomed to the loving relationship between the two of them. When he accidentally found out that Yun Cuo didn’t want them anymore and their small family fell apart, the gluttonous ghost was very sad—even sadder than when he was beaten to death.
Xue Huai couldn’t persuade or coax the gluttonous ghost, no matter how hard she tried. Finally, he was fed up and could only throw the gluttonous ghost into the storage ring and lock it up. Now the responsibility of coaxing the gluttonous was fully handed over to Yun Cuo.
Yun Cuo looked at the gluttonous ghost, crying with tears in its eyes, and felt very guilty. He apologized to it with a serious face.
Yun Cuo was originally someone with a mind almost like a child’s in this respect. He seriously regarded the little gray cat and the gluttonous ghost as his own family. If either of them was sad, he would be sad too. The gluttonous ghost cried so sadly that he didn’t know what to do.
In the end, the man and the ghost almost cried to each other. The gluttonous ghost cried louder and more tragically than Yun Cuo and won the final victory. It also ate one of Yun Cuo’s outer robes and half of the jade pendant, which was considered to be a reluctant forgiveness for Yun Cuo’s behavior of “abandoning his husband and children.”
By the time Yun Cuo had coaxed the gluttonous ghost and carried it and the little gray cat to find Xue Huai, exactly half an hour had passed.
Xue Huai changed clothes, dressed up, and tidied himself up in the cave.
As soon as Yun Cuo stepped into the cave, he saw a dark-colored magic barrier standing inside, like a screen, and Xue Huai’s shadow was faintly visible inside.
“Xue Huai?”
Yun Cuo bent down and put down the two little animals. The gluttonous ghost and the little gray cat happily passed through the barrier and pounced towards Xue Huai.
However, as soon as he raised his foot, Xue Huai stopped him.
“Wait a moment, I’ll be out soon.”
Yun Cuo roughly understood that this was a certain custom in the immortal realm—a few months ago, he had looked up the wedding customs of the six realms of humans and demons in ancient and modern times and knew that in the mortal and demon realms, the groom could not meet the bride before welcoming her.
Only the Demon Realm is different. In the Demon Realm, they always walk on the road and carry away any girl or boy they like. If they can’t carry them, they fight with them. If they win, they can carry them away.
If the other party is already engaged, then challenge him to a fight, and if they win, then carry on—in this place, the strong are respected, and as long as they are good enough at fighting, they will never have to worry about not having a wife to follow them.
That’s how his mother and father met.
At that time, Yun Cuo’s father went to the Demon Realm for the first time. Not long after Tengyun landed, he saw someone molesting a good girl on the roadside and carrying her on his shoulders and walking away.
Yun Yan went over and had a fight with the man. They didn’t ask each other anything. The man thought he was here to steal the bride, and he thought he was doing justice and saving the beauty. Yun Cuo’s father unsheathed the nine continents’ Frost Dragon, and after a flash of cold light, the enemy fell to the ground. The beautiful girl came up to him and told him with shining eyes, “I am the Third Princess of the Demon Clan, and I will be yours from now on.”
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Yun Cuo himself had no idea how much this past event had been embellished and beautified when it was told to him by his mother.
When he was young, he thought his mother was reckless, brave, and impulsive without considering the consequences—why could she be so crazy about determining her whole life based on that aspect alone?
A woman, enduring the rejection and intolerance of the other world and turning a blind eye to the indifferences in her husband that she believes in, everyone said she was stupid, and she herself might know it. But she still did it.
When Yun Cuo was eight years old, there were already rumors that Yun Yan, the Immortal Lord of the nine continents, was about to marry the dragon girl of the East China Sea. She’s an immovable of noble birth, pure and flawless, and also a princess of the royal family.
She was outmatched in every aspect and had no chance of winning. His mother had been defeated, but she still ridiculously stayed in Dongzhou, letting everyone call her “Niangniang1Empress or like your highness..”
Because of this humiliation, in his previous life, he gathered his strength, led 80,000 elite soldiers to the city, and killed his own father with his own hands.
Bearing the crime of patricide, he felt a twisted sense of pleasure.
If he didn’t love her, why did he still want to bother her? Why did he even have a child with her and even wait until the child grew up and took good care of the child, asking everyone to call him “Young Immortal Lord”?
He despised the woman but cherished the child she gave birth to for him.
Doesn’t his pride hurt?
In the end, they were not meant to be together, and it was all thanks to her courage that they managed to survive. He owed her this.
However, isn’t Yun Cuo the same?
Just based on a fleeting glimpse of him in his youth, he has lived his entire life for Xue Huai ever since.
Yun Cuo was distracted for a moment. After this short moment, his thoughts were called back by the voice in front of him.
The sound of the wind gradually died down. Xue Huai removed the barrier and walked out.
He just broke into Yun Cuo’s unguarded sight, causing Yun Cuo’s breath to stop.
Xue Huai was wearing a deep red wedding dress—not just any red dress, but a wedding dress that anyone could tell at a glance. The shape was solemn and ethereal, and the intricate and exquisite patterns and stitches depicted the Milky Way and the stars.
That color was a little darker, deep red like blood, and more graceful. It made Xue Huai’s skin look even whiter and more translucent, and his lips are red and his teeth are white. His hair was tied up, and this was the same exquisite gold ornament he wore when they first met, hiding in the hair to create a shape, and holding a small bunch of long hair braided with a red rope.
Yun Cuo knew that he was good-looking. From the first moment he saw him, he knew that the person in front of him was good-looking. Even if all living things had no color, his Xue Huai must be the best-looking one. No matter how many times he saw him, he would still be fascinated by the person in front of him.
And the Xue Huai in this state even made Yun Cuo a little afraid to touch him. It was as if even talking and breathing would disturb the beautiful scenery in front of him.
Xue Huai felt embarrassed by his gaze and stretched out his slender white fingertips and waved them in front of his eyes.
“Are you foolish?” Xue Huai muttered softly, and as if afraid that he would say something embarrassing, he urged him to change into another set of clothes.
That was also a crimson wedding robe, very similar in shape to the one Xue Huai was wearing.
Yun Cuo walked over, picked them up, and looked at them, then tilted his head and asked Xue Huai, his tone very cautious, as if he knew the answer but asked anyway: “Xue Huai, are these two wedding dresses borrowed?”
Xue Huai glanced at him, knew what he was thinking, and snorted in dissatisfaction.
“Who would lend out the wedding dress that the Weaver Girl tailored to the sunset glow in the sky herself? This is what I ordered.”
Xue Huai couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when he mentioned this matter.
At that time, Yun Cuo chased after him and settled down on the immortal mountain, and he was entangled for a long time. He always felt that he had too many concerns in his previous life when he agreed to it, and he couldn’t let it go completely in his heart. If he didn’t agree, it would seem like he was keeping him hanging.
In the end, it was the junior sister who pointed out his feelings for Yun Cuo. He simply took the initiative: kissed him, slept in the same bed with him, and held hands with him. He was the young master of the Xue family and had to be responsible for Yun Cuo, so he had long ago asked the green bird to pass the message to the Weaver Girl.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Cuo laughed without any concealment, as if he were secretly happy.
He got the upper hand and pretended to be nice, so he asked him casually, “This early? Xue Huai, you planned it earlier than me.”
Looking at his eyes, it seems like he could jump because of joy.
“Don’t be happy yet. I told you last time that I wanted a lot of dowry. I made these two wedding dresses today. You have to order a few more for the wedding tomorrow. We will then have time to travel around the six realms and change into new ones every day.” Xue Huai said.
He urged Yun Cuo to change his clothes.
The wedding dress was complicated and cumbersome, so he asked Yun Cuo to sit down, and he helped him tie his belt and spread his sleeves. Yun Cuo only stretched his hands and legs.
Yun Cuo was a little uneasy. He lowered his eyes to look at Xue Huai’s delicate jaw and the way he bent down to help him take care of it seriously. He wanted to let him go to the side to rest and do it himself, but in the end, he did not dare. This long-lost, small happiness made him cautiously excited, suppressing his brilliant little thoughts for fear that Xue Huai would see it and dislike him.
Xue Huai completely ignored his thoughts—he dressed Yun Cuo quickly and skillfully, then asked him to stand up, kneeled in front of him, and adjust his clothes.
As he was sorting things out, he gradually started to feel weird.
Xue Huai stared at a protruding part of Yun Cuo and angrily scolded him: “Can you be more serious? Can you think of anything else besides dual cultivation all day long?”
Yun Cuo was at a loss and quickly apologized to him: “I’m sorry, Xue Huai, I didn’t mean it.”
He is also kind of innocent—if anyone was to blame, it was Xue Huai who got too close to him, his soft breath spraying between his knees.
He complained, “Xue Huai, you look so good today.” After a while, he said awkwardly, “I-pants, I’ll put it on by myself.”
This wedding dress is like a candy wrapper, with three layers inside and three layers outside. One has to put on the top layer before putting on the bottom layer. Xue Huai had just taken off his underwear and was half-kneeling and leaning back to untie one of the knots for him.
Xue Huai sighed and muttered, “I don’t know if my wedding dress will get wrinkled if I kneel for a long time, but just let it be.”
Yun Cuo looked at him suspiciously.
What does kneeling for a long time mean?
He answered as if it were natural: “Then get up quickly, Xue Huai. I’ll ask the green bird to bring you a Phoenix Stone. It’s very comfortable to press clothes with it, and it’s not too tingling…”
Before he could say the word “annoying,” Yun Cuo was completely stunned, with a shuddering, tingling sensation from head to toe. Xue Huai leaned down, still kneeling in front of him, and tried to please him carefully and meticulously.
While sucking and swallowing, he raised his eyes to look at him, provocative and seductive, with tears in his eyes and a bit of a nasty smile.
What can he do with him?
There was nothing he could do.
After a long time, Xue Huai finally stopped to catch his breath and complained again: “Why does it still not come out even after this long? My cheeks are sore.”
Yun Cuo quickly pushed him away and picked him up from the ground—after kneeling for so long, his clothes were not wrinkled, but his knees really hurt. He hurriedly put on his pants, spread out the complicated fabric of his skirt, and then held Xue Huai on his legs and lowered his head to rub his knees.
He coaxed him, “No more, no more, I’ll take care of it myself later.” While coaxing him, he was so overwhelmed that he could hardly speak coherently. Xue Huai then smiled, held his face with his hands again, and tilted his head back to kiss him.
Yun Cuo was completely at his mercy, forgetting what he had originally intended to do. The two of them spent a long time just hugging each other and whispering in each other’s ears, and time passed very quickly.
Yun Cuo saw that it was getting dark outside, and he was anxious to take Xue Huai to the Sansheng Stone. He was also immersed in the sweetness he gave him and refused to withdraw. He was a little angry and seriously said, “Xue Huai ge, you are not allowed to seduce me like this. There is no such thing as a newlywed Daoist partner like you. Get off me quickly.”
Xue Huai smiled with his eyes curved. “Now there is. Besides, can’t you just put me down?”
He tilted his head to look at him and softly said, “You put me down ah.”
Yun Cuo looked at him with a bit of struggle. Xue Huai rarely clung to him like this. At this moment, his whole body was enclosed in his broad and solid arms, leaning completely against him, letting him hold him tightly, just like the warmth in the warm quilt after a night of sleep in a chilly winter morning when he was still asleep—wanting him to let go of Xue Huai was just as difficult and painful as getting up in this situation.
Yun Cuo was reluctant to let him go and finally chose a solution that would satisfy both parties.
He just stood up, picked up Xue Huai horizontally in the air, and walked out with him in his arms.
Xue Huai suddenly lost his composure and laughed out loud: “It’s not decent, Yun Cuo, it’s not decent for you to do this.”
Yun Cuo was still angry with him and seriously accused him: “You are the most unruly, Xue Huai.”
The author has something to say: Three-year-old Yun: My wife flirted with me! She seduced me! She even kissed me! It’s all his fault! quq
Four-year-old Xue: →3→ Alright, it’s all my fault
