The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

The red dragon had a new body and directly ate the candy man in his hand.

In his words:

"Catching Chu Wanxin is a piece of cake, don't be nervous! It's a waste to turn her into a candy man, it's better to give her a good deal than to give her a good deal!"

Huanhuan rolled her eyes. He was obviously a greedy guy, yet he was talking so much nonsense.

Now the Red Dragon has no spiritual power at all and is just a fragile creature. He is still unable to change the bad habits that everyone praised him for before and he still does what he wants and is extremely arrogant.

Huanhuan ignored him. He had more important things to do and couldn't delay any longer! Thinking of this, Huanhuan quickened his pace.

The red dragon was blown away by the strong wind and couldn't stand steadily. In order to get faster, Huan Huan picked up an ordinary sword and started flying. Halfway through the journey, the sword turned red and burned his feet.

That's right, the soles of Chilong's feet were melted by the scalding sword. He was distracted and didn't hold Huanhuan's waist tightly, so his feet slipped and the strong wind blew away his protective shield. He fell down in a few breaths and could not be seen anymore.

Huanhuan saw something white falling from the corner of his eye. He looked closely and found it was the Red Dragon. What could have happened to this stepping stone? Huanhuan had no choice but to stop and look for the Red Dragon because he was worried.

In a small stream in the forest, the red dragon was lying motionless in the water. There was a crack on his neck and one of his hands was broken.

Huanhuan chased Chilong to the ground, and felt guilty for a second when she saw Chilong's miserable appearance.

Huan Huan fished Chi Long out of the water. Chi Long blinked at him and said:

"Last time I pushed you into the sea and you almost suffocated to death. This time you threw me into the river. It was all revenge! Haha!"

Huanhuan didn't want to argue with him and wanted Chilong to get up and continue on their journey.

Chilong said to Huanhuan helplessly:

"Huanhuan, I can't move. My neck is almost broken, and my arm is broken too. It's made of wax anyway, so I need to melt the broken parts and then connect them."

Huanhuan understood what he meant, so she picked up his broken arm, spit out a cluster of flames from her mouth, melted the broken part and put it back together, and instantly it became the same as before it was broken.

Chilong tilted his neck and said to Huanhuan:

"And here, this is also broken. This is the head and it's very important. Please be gentle."

Huanhuan ignored his nonsense, leaned over in front of the red dragon's neck and gently spit out a small flame, melting the irregular fracture surface into oil.

Chilong felt the hot breath on his neck, Huanhuan's chest pressed against his chest. At that moment he saw the blue sky and white clouds, Huanhuan's handsome eyebrows and eyes, and Huanhuan's hair hanging in front of his eyes. It felt so good. It was worth it to be thrown like this.

While Chilong was daydreaming, Huanhuan had already reconnected his neck. After making sure that Chilong had no other wounds on his body, she stood up.

But they found in the distance a 50-year-old man carrying a medicine basket on his back, looking at them meters upstream of the stream.

The old man smiled, squinted his eyes, stroked his graying beard, and said meaningfully:

"Oh my! The young people nowadays are just playing around with flowers! Men dare to be affectionate in broad daylight. Oh, I am getting old after all..."

Huanhuan hurried forward to explain.

"It's not what you think! Old man! Let me explain!"

The old man left at a brisk pace.

Chilong climbed out of the ditch, touching his neck, as if he had a stiff neck. Facing Huanhuan's face full of shame and anger due to being misunderstood, he turned a blind eye and pretended nothing had happened, looking away.

Huanhuan glared at Chilong angrily. If he hadn't caused so much trouble, and the useless thing fell off the sword, they would have reached the Demon Realm by now and wouldn't have been misunderstood.

Huan Huan gritted his teeth, pulled out another ordinary sword from his storage bag, and said to Chi Long with a serious face:

"Come up on your own! What? Do you want me to invite you up?"

Chilong stood on the sword like a well-behaved young wife, and consciously put his hands around Huanhuan's waist. He felt happy and felt that Huanhuan's waist was really thin! She was too thin, and she had to eat more good food to make up for it.

Huan Huan frowned. He had just been misunderstood by the old man as a person of low moral character. He didn't want Chi Long to hold his waist. It was too ambiguous! If others saw it, they would misunderstand again! So he said to Chi Long with a stern face:

"Let go of my hand!"

Chilong looked aggrieved and looked at Huanhuan in disbelief. Why was Huanhuan so mean? He seemed easy to bully now, but Huanhuan was always mean to him. He felt a little aggrieved. Many grievances accumulated together, and Chilong suddenly choked and shouted loudly:

"You! You've gone too far! You rode a broken sword so fast that the sword was burning like a branding iron! I'm a wax figure! I melt when exposed to heat! Have you ever considered me? If I don't hold your waist, I won't be able to stand on the sword at all!"

Huan Huan was speechless after being spit upon by Chi Long. He replied:

"Can't you see? You're pretty impressive! What on earth can you do to speak to me so loudly? If you keep talking like that, I'll immediately roast you into a pool of wax."

Although Huanhuan spoke venomously, he did not let Chilong take his hand away. He injected spiritual power and started on his way.

Chilong was so happy holding Huanhuan's waist that he even went a step further and put his face on Huanhuan's back. He said to Huanhuan in a servile manner:

"If you mess with me, you'll be punished!"

Huanhuan couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing at his words.

The atmosphere between the two of them was finally less tense.

The two of them cooperated well this time, and the red dragon was not blown away by the strong wind again. The two of them rushed to the demon world at full speed.

Both of them knew the Demon Palace very well. Huanhuan relied on his Guixu period cultivation and flew to the Demon Palace without anyone noticing.

Chu Wanxin was seen brewing tea elegantly alone in the pavilion, with Huanhuan and Chilong standing in front of her. She did not move at all, the mist of tea filled her bright eyes, and the tea in her hand was slowly poured into two exquisite tea bowls.

Chu Wanxin didn't even raise her head and said to the two of them:

"Please take a seat."

Chilong sat down on the stone bench. Seeing that Huanhuan still had a serious expression and did not move, he felt something was wrong and stood back beside Huanhuan.

Chu Wanxin sneered and laughed at Huanhuan:

"Why, you don't dare to sit down? I'm not that vicious to poison your tea."

She paused, with a little expectation in her eyes, and asked:

"Huanhuan, why didn't Fu Qian come back with us?"

Huan Huan said unhappily:

"he died."

Chu Wanxin's expression froze, she lowered her eyebrows unnaturally, and her eyelashes trembled a few times. Then, she forced a smile and asked in a flattering way:

"You must be lying to me. Actually, he's not dead, right?"

Huan Huan shook her head and said firmly:

"No, he's dead. His body is in the desert."

Chu Wanxin raised her head with red eyes and said viciously:

"How could he die in the desert!"