Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

Zhu Baishao's eyelashes trembled, and she wanted to ask something but ultimately didn't.

The wind was howling, thunder and lightning were interweaving, and roars were constant. Under the dazzling lightning, except for Zhao Qing, who stared with his eyes wide open and was so stimulated that tears of blood flowed out, no one else noticed that the two people above were not at loggerheads at this time, but were hugging each other like the most intimate lovers.

Zhao Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly and he blinked away a tear. His heart seemed to be stabbed by something, causing him excruciating pain. The blood in his body seemed to solidify.

He couldn't hide his frozen expression until the salty and unbearable taste of blood surged into his throat. He then realized that he was about to cough up blood again, and even the tip of his tongue was accidentally bitten by himself.

How can he hug the moon?

Why should he embrace the moon?

Zhao Qing was almost mad with jealousy.

He thought, if he was strong enough, could he protect his sister once?

At this time, Yin Wu Yue did not mobilize the demonic energy in his body, but the surging demonic energy still enveloped the place where the two of them were, blocking the prying eyes of the people below.

Zhu Baishao was held in the man's arms, leaning against the familiar body temperature and smelling the familiar fragrance. She looked a little dazed, as if she was remembering their daily life together.

The next second, she bit her tongue and began to struggle, "Yin Wu Yue, let me go."

Yin Wu Yue did not move, but his eyes darkened slightly when he smelled the blood on her lips. He revealed his domineering and strong side that he had not shown in the illusion. He wanted to clamp her jaw and carefully examine her lips and tongue.

"Go away!"

Zhu Baishao tilted her head to express her refusal.

Yin Wu Yue sighed and withdrew his hand.

Zhu Baishao never thought that he would be so obedient. As soon as this thought came to her mind, a wisp of demonic energy meandered up from her neck, feeling cold, and then stuck to her jaw, lingered at her lips, licking the trace of blood that overflowed from the corner of her lips clean.

Zhu Baishao: "..."

"Well."

She bit her lips tightly to prevent the evil spirit from entering her mouth. Her cheeks, which were originally covered with frost, turned red and white because of Yin Wu Yue's shameless behavior.

And at this moment, because the two people were very close, even under the rumbling thunder, she still heard Yin Wu Yue's throat gurgle, and the man's body seemed to be heating up.

Zhu Baishao: "..."

She wanted to struggle away, but the arms around her waist were extremely firm. She opened her mouth to curse, but the evil spirit found an opportunity and eagerly tried to get in.

A hand grasped the evil spirit possessively and crushed it.

Yin Wu Yue lowered his head and put his face against Zhu Bai Shao's face, rubbing it lovingly, and whispered: "My wife is mine, no one can touch her except me."

After saying this, the tense string in his heart relaxed and his breathing became easier.

Sure enough, if you want something, go get it, and if you can’t bear to let it go, don’t let it go.

Doing what one wants is his way.

After saying that, Yin Wu Yue pinched Zhu Baishao's jaw with the hand that was filled with devilish energy, forcing her to turn her cheek to the side, and kissed that tender red spot skillfully.

The tip of the man's tongue licked the upper palate frantically, bringing a slight pain and a wonderful feeling.

Zhu Baishao hummed twice, and when she realized she couldn't speak, she sent him a message, "Yin Wuyue, what are you doing?!"

"you."

Zhu Baishao: "...?"

His fingers were still embedded in her jaw, but the tip of his thumb had already slid to her earlobe, rubbing it there.

This was the action that Yin Wu Yue often did when the two of them were embroiled in a passionate embrace in the illusion.

Rubbing the earlobes is an extremely ambiguous thing.

Yin Wu Yue repeated this action day and night in the dreamland, linking it with love between men and women and giving it a new layer of implication.

Zhu Baishao's jade-white skin gradually turned red, and her earlobes, which were rubbed by his fingertips, became even redder.

Yin Wu Yue's back was struck by lightning, but his tongue was dancing with her. The exploding lightning became the background at this moment, and the untimely romance remained eternal until death.

Zhu Baishao seized the opportunity and bit the tip of Yin Wu Yue's tongue. The fishy and sweet taste filled the mouths of both of them at the same time.

Yin Wu Yue's tongue never gave in, and entangled more and more wantonly. It seemed that the bloodier it was, the more excited he became.

Soon the power of the thunder gradually weakened, the clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the sky became clear again.

Only then did Yin Wu Yue let go of Zhu Baishao and stepped aside. With a puff, the Snow-Breaking Sword was pulled out from his chest again.

Blood gushed out from his chest and quickly turned into ice crystals.

While the demonic energy was still blocking his vision and those people had not yet rushed over, he stuck out his bright red tongue, licked his lips, and smiled at Zhu Baishao in an ambiguous and ostentatious manner.

"Miss."

"Shut up!"

As soon as Zhu Baishao finished scolding with her spiritual power, she saw a large amount of demonic energy penetrate into the wound on Yin Wu Yue's chest, and many blood-colored ice crystals emerged from the hole in the flesh and blood pierced by the broken snow.

Without these things, Yin Wu Yue's wounds began to heal slowly.

Even in this injured state, he could still withstand the thunder tribulation while teasing Zhu Baishao.

As expected, he is worthy of being the number one fighting force in this dimension.

Yin Wu Yue hooked his finger, and a white jade hairpin appeared in his hand, and then flew towards Zhu Baishao. He wanted to tie her hair like he did before.

A flash of white sword light appeared, and the jade hairpin turned into powder.

"I don't mean anything else." Yin Wu Yue's eyes were filled with a bit of doting, and he said helplessly: "I just want to help you tie your hair."

Another jade hairpin appeared in his hand, but before it flew to Zhu Baishao, it was shattered by her sword.

"Miss..."

A complex expression flashed across Zhu Baishao's face, and then she turned cold again. She pointed Broken Snow at Yin Wu Yue, and seemed ready to continue the attack.

"Madam, do you really want to kill me?"

Yin Wu Yue rubbed his brows with a headache, "We are married couple."

Zhu Baishao looked at him coldly.

She and Yin Wu Yue, one is on the upright path, and the other is on the evil path that is rejected by heaven and earth and hostile to the righteous path. They each have their own stance.

Not only now, as long as the world of immortal cultivation exists, the confrontation between the righteous and evil paths will not disappear and will not stop.

There is a gulf between them.

When the clan leader and others saw the thunderclouds dissipate, they all flew back to the place that was almost turned into scorched earth, frowning as they looked at the two people who were confronting each other.

Jiuyu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then flew directly to a place not far from Zhu Baishao.

He also looked at Yin Wu Yue coldly, "Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. Demonic cultivators are the abscess of the world of immortal cultivation and are not tolerated by heaven and earth. The Demon Lord broke the seal and came out. He should be able to feel the repulsion of heaven and earth..."

Before he could finish his words, Yin Wu Yue brushed his sleeves, glanced at the people below, and raised his lips in a scornful arc under his protruding nose.

"Since good and evil cannot coexist, why is it recorded in the history of immortal cultivation that they can both ascend to heaven?"