After a flash marriage, the abstinent snake husband stalks her every night

His hands clasped her wrists, and his thick upper body pressed down on her so that she couldn't move.

The snake's tail on the lower body was wrapped around her waist tighter and tighter.

She bit her lip and said, "The Demon Alliance Association has an unethical president like you, no wonder there are so many crimes!"

The snake demon curled his lips and smiled charmingly in the night.

"Demons have no morals, let alone us snakes..."

He lowered his head and said in a low voice with a little hoarseness, "Sex, nature, lust."

After saying that, he stuck out his tongue and licked her tightly pursed lips.

Song Zhen discovered that the snake demon on her body had been aroused and was showing signs of estrus, and she struggled unconsciously more vigorously.

"Let me go. If you don't let me go, I will not care about the rules of Xuanmen anymore. I will definitely find your demon alliance's nest and burn it to ashes!"

"Okay, when you come, we'll have our wedding night right here?"

"you!"

Song Zhen felt a chill all over his body when his tongue licked his neck. Taking advantage of the gap, he quickly pinched out a golden talisman with his fingers.

"Golden light - broken -"

As soon as a spell was cast, the golden talisman hit the snake demon's forehead heavily, and the snake demon was forcefully thrown out of the bed.

Song Zhen picked up the bed sheet and wrapped himself in it, then with a click, he turned on the light.

Instantly, the pupils constricted.

There was nothing on the floor...

Only a newly shed snake skin remained.

She got out of bed, walked over in her slippers, reached out and grabbed the thousand-year-old snake skin, her eyes narrowed.

The snake skin is golden all over, and the crystal and gorgeous colorful patterns are enough to show the extraordinary level of this big monster.

She no longer doubted what the fox demon said that day, that the great demon Qingming had ten thousand clones.

Are there really great monsters in the world that can cultivate to such a level?

To be honest, this ability is a bit terrifying.

Only one question popped into my mind: To what level of cultivation must the people of Xuanmen reach in order to be able to successfully cut off the demon's head when facing Qingming's true body?

……

The next day.

Song Zhen tried hard to put last night's shame behind him and drove to Zongxuan Temple to take the order.

At the red light intersection, she was bored and scanned the trending search list.

A trending search that topped the list that day caught my eye: [Official announcement by the president of Huo’s Group]

The Huo Group is one of the world's top business leaders. The president of the Huo Group ranks among the top of the Forbes wealth list and is one of China's leading young giants.

Every word and action affects every aspect of China's finance, entertainment, and life.

Being on the trending search list is a common occurrence.

Only Song Zhen has seen less, so he feels strange and curious.

But after she clicked it, she found that her curiosity was really damnable.

Huo Yunzhou reposted the Weibo post from the day of their engagement.

The original text is: [Spoiling before marriage? Huo Yunzhou earns betrothal gifts for his top-notch little wife! ]

When he reposted it, he added a few words: [I’ve made enough money, and I’m waiting to marry her. ]

Song Zhen's eyes widened and his mood took a sharp turn for the worse.

Didn’t he say yesterday that he understood?

What kind of loop is this?

Oops! Song Zhen remembered something and made a U-turn after passing the traffic light, heading in the opposite direction of Zong Xuan Gate.

But I still couldn't avoid it.

Not long after she turned around, her cell phone rang.

As she expected, it was Master Zhang who called.

As soon as the hands-free function was turned on, Zhang Zhenren's anxious voice came into Song Zhen's ears: "Fairy! Didn't you say last night that it was a sure thing? Last night, Mrs. Zhou listened to me and transferred money to Zongxuan Temple... Now she wants us to give an explanation..."

Faced with Master Zhang's anxiety and uneasiness, Song Zhen also felt annoyed.

They asked her for an explanation.

Who is she going to see?

Influenced by the urban atmosphere full of tricks, Song Zhen instantly realized an extremely practical tactic - passing the buck.

"Master Zhang, I said it was 90 percent certain, not 100 percent certain. Whose fault is it that you went to report to the client before we even got a firm notification?"

"Ah? Ah this!"

Master Zhang didn't expect that the fairy lady would also fail sometimes. This time, the wind of blind worship hit him back in the face.

"Fairy, how about this? I'll arrange a meeting between you and Mrs. Zhou. Please help me appease her and ask her to wait a little longer. Please don't give us a bad review... She is a platinum customer, and her after-sales rating carries a high weight..."

"let me see."

Song Zhen immediately fell into deep thought and did not respond for the time being.

Who knew that Zhang Zhenren's choked cry could suddenly be heard on the phone:

"Fairy, I, Zhang Shanfeng, lost my father when I was six and my mother when I was ten. I have lived under a bridge for more than ten years, sleeping in the open air and eating out."

"I was lucky to get the opportunity to start from scratch and enter Xuanmen, and began to do live broadcast operations. From the beginning, I developed alone to now have an online operation and offline marketing team of hundreds of people in Zongxuan Temple."

"Every customer was coaxed by the team day and night, turning these early bronze customers into silver, then gold, and finally platinum."

"Ten years later, there are only eight platinum customers like Mrs. Zhou."

"If Mrs. Zhou gives a bad review, Zongxuan Temple will fall into an unprecedented credibility crisis, and more than 20 years of hard work will be wasted."

"This time it's all my fault for being too impatient. Please help me out, Fairy. I, Zhang Shanfeng, kowtow to you!"

"..."

Song Zhen counted with his fingers and found that Master Zhang in Zongxuan Temple actually knelt down and kowtowed into the microphone of the mobile phone!

She suddenly felt hot-headed.

Knocked again...

In the Xuanmen, there must be give and take, and every kowtow has a price already marked on the shelf. If you don't repay the vow properly, disasters will come to collect the debt...

Master Zhang is well aware of this.

Song Zhen suddenly felt like he was being held hostage by the rules of Xuanmen, and he gritted his teeth and responded, "Okay, Master Zhang, you decide on the time and place."

"Thank you, Fairy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Zhang kowtowed twice into the microphone again.

Every time Song Zhen heard him knock, his chest vibrated violently.

I cursed loudly in my heart: Stop it!

Only at this moment did she realize how smooth and cunning Master Zhang was.

Master Zhang arranged a meeting.

Two days later, in the teahouse.

The Taoist master wearing a conical hat and linen clothes - "Bujia" comes again.

Mrs. Zhou, accompanied by the already idiotic Master Zhou and the eldest daughter Zhou, who was wearing a "dying" makeup, had already arrived and greeted them respectfully.

"Thank you, Master Bujia, for condescending once again. I, a believer and my son and daughter, kowtow to you."

"Don't!"

She really doesn't want to accept anyone's kowtow!

Song Zhen stopped Master Zhou and Miss Zhou from kowtowing and said bluntly, "Let's go in and talk."

Mrs. Zhou: "Okay, okay, you go in!"

After a while, tea was poured in the box. Mrs. Zhou sat opposite Song Zhen and cried, "Master, I have been doing good deeds and being a good person since I was young."

"Whenever a servant in my house died from overwork, I would secretly give them a three-digit pension."

"A relative or friend of the family accidentally burned a neighbor to death, and the believer personally helped them to send the neighbor's body to rest in peace in the sea."

"I have done my best to be worthy of heaven and earth, and to my relatives, friends and neighbors, but why is it that my home is always plagued by evil spirits?"

As she spoke, Mrs. Zhou pulled the "dying" Zhou Xiangnan closer and said with tears in her eyes, "It's just because my daughter is born beautiful and is secretly loved by the eldest young master of the Huo family, that the evil spirit who is obsessed with Young Master Huo has entangled my daughter."

"If the evil spirit is not eliminated, Nan Nan will not be able to recover her former spirit. In this case, I can only give Zong Xuan Sect a bad review..."

"The believer has already edited the negative reviews on her phone. Once they are sent out, they will take effect immediately..."

Mrs. Zhou took out her phone, but Zhou Xiangnan snatched it away, "Mom, don't embarrass the master with a bad review."

Zhou Xiangnan staggered and fell back into his chair. He placed his hands weakly on the tea table and continued:

"If the evil spirit cannot be eliminated, I, Zhou Xiangnan...will accept it."

"Perhaps if I am sacrificed, the evil spirit will temporarily stop persecuting others. It doesn't matter to me... I just feel sorry for my father and mother... There is no one in this life... to fulfill their filial duties..."

Mrs. Zhou choked up and said, "Daughter, your life is so miserable..."

"Mom...I'm sorry..."

Mother and daughter hugged each other and cried.

Song Zhen was watching the show nearby, looking very embarrassed. He rubbed his brows helplessly and said, "This evil spirit is indeed vicious. If Mrs. Zhou is willing to give her another five days, I will help Miss Zhou recover her spirit first."

Mrs. Zhou's eyes lit up when she heard this. "Okay, okay, I promise, Master. Five days is no problem. I just ask you to help my daughter first!"

"Ah."

Song Zhen stood up and walked to Zhou Xiangnan, chanting a string of curses: "You damn Bai Lian, you are so evil and ugly, your face is swollen, how dare you look at me!"

The hand suddenly raised.

A heavy slap suddenly fell, coldly hitting Zhou Xiangnan in the face.

"Ah!" Zhou Xiangnan screamed loudly and powerfully, and stood up from the chair, angrily saying: "You!"

Mrs. Zhou was even more stunned. She looked at Song Zhen, "Master, what are you doing...?"

Song Zhen glanced at Zhou Xiangnan, smiled and asked, "Miss Zhou, do you feel more energetic than before?"