It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

It was the majestic aura brought by a god who was recognized by the heavens, which made it impossible to look directly at it.

Everyone stood up and congratulated the demon god on his return.

After the ceremony, the altar became a place for singing and dancing, and the people present were obviously relaxed.

There will be a banquet in the evening, and everyone can do as they please in the meantime.

There were banquets laid out in the square of the main hall of the Demon Palace. The viewing seats in front of the altar were removed and replaced with low tables to accommodate distinguished guests who wanted to stay and watch the singing and dancing.

With nowhere to go, Hongyan was interested in dragging Lan Qingya to watch a dance, but was intercepted by Duan Muyang, who had changed into casual clothes.

Hongyan looked unhappy, but she could do nothing about it: "Old Duan, I know you're anxious, but you don't have to be so anxious, right? The ceremony has just ended, and you're already rushing to snatch someone from me?"

Duan Muyang glanced at her and said, "Go find someone else to play with."

Hongyan sneered: "You really are..."

Lan Qingya staggered when he pulled her, and waved at Hongyan, indicating that they would go together next time.

There were too many people in the square, and Xu Xianyuan and Fu Feng couldn't find Lan Qingya without paying attention.

Jun Moxiao was blocked by Fuzhi at the moment. He stopped and looked around with cold eyes, but didn't find the person in his heart. His gaze returned to Fuzhi.

Fuzhi was very beautiful, and her eyes and eyebrows were somewhat similar to Lan Qingya.

But Jun Moxiao's expression did not change at all: "What's the matter, fairy?"

Fuzhi said shyly, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you have time. I'm very interested in the mortal world and want to learn more about it."

Lord Grim: "No time."

As he turned to leave, Fuzhi said anxiously, "Master, aren't you curious about your past and present lives?"

He paused and looked at her.

Fuzhi said hurriedly: "I do know a little about Zhenjun's past life."

"You have a loved one who has been waiting for you for tens of thousands of years."

There was no patience left in Jun Moxiao's eyes and he turned and left.

"Hey, Lord, what I said is true!" Fuzhi tried to chase after him but was stopped by Lord Wujie.

"Miss, can you please stop making trouble? This matter is still uncertain. Maybe Jun Moxiao just looks like him. Be good and go back and let the Emperor calculate it first."

Fuzhi was held back by him, looking dissatisfied, but she did not insist: "Impossible, there is no one in the world who looks like him, he is him!"

Lan Qingya was pulled by Duan Muyang away from the main palace square and headed towards the harem.

The temples were upgraded and rebuilt, but the main hall on the central axis did not change much.

Duan Muyang's bedroom is still the same place as before.

Lan Qingya saw him pulling her to the back hall without saying a word, and couldn't help but asked angrily: "Xiaoyang, what are you going to do?"

Duan Muyang paused, his eyes burning with a hint of impatience: "What do you think?"

Before Lan Qingya could say anything, he carried her around the waist on his shoulders and walked quickly to the bedroom.

[Brother, you don't have to be so impatient. There are so many people outside. Is this really okay? ]

[You said that demons are not obsessed with sex. It's hard for me to think positively! ]

Duan Muyang turned a deaf ear to him and just walked faster.

As soon as you enter the bedroom door, restrictions will be imposed outside.

"Little lamb, I..."

As soon as Lan Qingya stepped in, she was blocked against the door by him.

He sealed her lips with some eagerness.

Duan Muyang's patience has reached its limit these days as he is so close yet cannot even see her.

The blood in his body was clamoring for her, and only her unique sweet scent could soothe his surging longing.

He was like a wild beast that could not suppress its desire. With wildness and possessiveness, he violently invaded her territory.

Like a drug addict, the moment he tasted her flavor, the uncontrollable rage in his heart gradually subsided.

It was just that his desire for her was like his heartbeat, which uncontrollably controlled him to entangle his lips and tongue with hers.

He sucked her sweetness fiercely, wishing he could merge her entire body into his.

Only when the desire in his heart was satisfied did he slowly let go of the person in his arms.

Looking down, his eyes were dim, and Lan Qingya's appearance made him even more moved.

She felt weak all over from his kiss, and leaned against his arms, her lips red from being ravaged by him, and she looked at him with a hint of anger, but more of confusion due to the excitement.

Duan Muyang couldn't help but lower his head again, with a bit of tenderness and patience, but secretly and domineeringly plundered her again.

After a long while, both of them were a little lost. Lan Qingya used her last bit of rationality to hold his hand as he untied her belt: "It's still your celebration now, can you please stop making trouble?"

Duan Muyang pursed his lips, his eyes lingering on hers aggressively, but his tone was more like coquettishness: "Then you promise to come and accompany me often when the door opens."

Lan Qingya smiled softly, and stood on tiptoe to give him a series of kisses on the face: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Duan Muyang thought she was going to refuse, and a strong resentment immediately welled up in those peach blossom eyes.

But she said tenderly the next moment: "Why should I wait until you say so before coming? I miss my lamb too. I hope you don't find me annoying when the time comes."

The resentment that had not yet completely emerged instantly turned into sweetness. Duan Muyang looked at her beautiful face and felt that he was held tightly by her. He couldn't help but hug her tightly.

How could he find her annoying?

He wished he could tie the person to his waist and not separate for even a moment.

"I miss you so much." His tone was obviously gentle, with a hint of infatuation that he himself was not aware of.

Lan Qingya buried her head in his chest: "Me too."

Seeing that he was hugging her tighter and tighter, their bodies began to heat up uncontrollably, and Lan Qingya forcefully pushed him away.

"Now, be good and go out to accept the congratulations, Master Demon."

Duan Muyang was so delighted by her coaxing that he obediently removed the ban and walked to the front hall with her.

The Demon God Ceremony ended, and the messengers from the six realms who came to watch the ceremony left one after another.

Fuzhi came to harass Jun Moxiao twice more.

Jun Moxiao made a prompt decision and returned to the mortal world with everyone the next day.

Duan Muyang was planning to climb into bed tonight.

He lost the opportunity to get close to Lan Qingya, and his face remained grim until he sent them away.

According to the agreed time, Jun Moxiao will work together with Duan Muyang to perform magic in one month.

In the last thirty days, Lan Qingya didn't want to leave any regrets for herself.

She asked Fu Feng to take care of Yalan Peak and she moved to Piaomiao Garden.

The closer it got to separation, the more she tried to look cheerful and normal.

Jun Moxiao saw her smiling every day, and knew what she was thinking, so he endured the pain and cooperated.

The two of them both carefully hid their sadness, wanting to leave each other a happy and relaxing last time.

Little do they know that behind this deliberately created happiness, there is always a faint sadness.