When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

"No need, maybe I'm a little sensitive." Jiang Song sighed softly and said nothing more.

She didn't want Xiuyun to worry too much.

Her five senses are now much sharper than those of ordinary people, and this feeling is definitely not groundless.

But apart from this, she didn't find anything suspicious around her, which made her feel a little confused.

Could it be that she has been too nervous in recent days, causing her nerves to become a little irritated?

Jiang Song shook his head and threw these chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

Xie Changyan is coming over tonight, but he always takes a shower before coming, so Jiang Song is not in a hurry and just lets Xiuyun go down and rest first.

Jiang Song guessed that the reason why Xie Changyan never bathed with her or let her help him change clothes was related to the horrifying scar on his back.

Xie Changyan was born with unparalleled handsomeness, and the scar was like a flaw on white jade, which made him feel a little difficult to let go.

He gives people the impression of being proud, and may not want to show his imperfect side to others, even to his close wife.

Jiang Song expressed his understanding, after all, everyone has their own little secrets and vulnerabilities that they don't want to show to others.

She didn't mind the scar, and even felt a little sorry for the hurt Xie Changyan had suffered.

But she also respected his choice and did not actively touch his sensitive areas.

Jiang Song sat in front of the dressing table, and under the light of the lamp, he carefully read the book "Selected Military Strategies and Essays", intending to review what he had learned today before going to bed.

She calculated the time in her mind and thought Xie Changyan should be here soon.

Sure enough, not long after, there were light footsteps outside, followed by the sound of a door being gently pushed open.

A familiar cool breeze drifted into the house with the night wind.

Jiang Song looked up and saw Xie Changyan standing at the door in a moon-white brocade robe, tall and graceful.

His black hair was like a waterfall, and there was a faint smile between his eyebrows. His whole body seemed to be coated with a soft halo of moonlight, making him look even more elegant and refined.

"Husband, you're here." Jiang Song put down the book in his hand, stood up and greeted him.

Xie Changyan reached out and held her hand, saying gently, "How was your sparring with Yun Ni today?"

"It's very refreshing. Yun Ni's marksmanship is getting better and better. I can't fall too far behind." Jiang Song responded with a smile.

The two walked side by side to the couch and sat down, and Xie Changyan took Jiang Song into his arms.

His kisses gradually fell on her smooth forehead and eyebrows, then went down along her straight nose, and finally he gently kissed her lips.

His kiss was gentle and lingering, and Jiang Song couldn't help but start to sink into it.

Xie Changyan has become more enthusiastic these days.

Many times, he even forgot to take care of the things he should have done before going to bed, such as reviewing papers, playing chess, playing the piano, warming wine, etc.

He just wanted to possess her, to whisper in her ear and cling to her until death.

Jiang Song was kissed so hard that he leaned limply in Xie Changyan's arms, letting him do whatever he wanted.

After the kiss, Xie picked her up by the waist and walked towards the big bed in the inner room.

The gauze curtains hung lightly, covering the two figures entangled on the bed, and the red waves filled the room with charm.

I don’t know how long it took before the clouds and rain stopped.

Xie Changyan hugged Jiang Song, his fingers gently stroking her smooth back, as if he was still not satisfied.

Jiang Song was panicked and quickly took his arm, pleading softly, "Husband, let's rest tonight, okay?"

Xie Changyan chuckled, lowered his head and whispered in Jiang Song's ear, "Okay, whatever you say."

His voice was a little hoarse and satisfied, sounding particularly sexy, making Jiang Song's ears feel hot involuntarily.

The two of them slept in each other's arms. The room was silent, with only the night breeze outside the window blowing gently, bringing a little coolness.

In the small courtyard, a strange paper man quietly appeared outside the window of the main house under the cover of night.

It "stands" quietly in the corner, as if peeping at everything in the house.

This paper figure is made very delicately. Its height is no different from that of an ordinary person. It is dressed in red, but its face is blank, with only a strange arc at the corner of its mouth, as if it is sneering.

The night wind blew by, and the corners of the paper man's clothes fluttered gently, but did not make any sound.

Its appearance added a strange atmosphere to the originally quiet courtyard.

At this time, Jiang Song in the house was immersed in a sweet dream and was completely unaware of the abnormality outside the window.

But Xie Changyan suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head to look out the window, as if he had noticed something.

Before he could take a closer look, the strange paper man disappeared without a trace, just like the previous few days.

Xie Changyan's obsidian eyes glowed with a captivating cold light.

Low-level evil!

How dare you come and offend me?

I'm really tired of living!

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At the same time, in a deserted house in the west of the city not far from the Anding Marquis Mansion.

An old woman with a strange hunched figure was dancing a strange dance around a blazing bonfire.

The old woman was wearing a feathered dress made of feathers from various birds and animals, her face was painted with colorful oil paint, and she wore a strange headdress full of colorful feathers. She looked extremely weird.

This old woman is the great wizard whom Du Shulan asked Nanny Chang to travel thousands of miles to Wu Town to invite - the Black Witch!

The black witch danced and muttered something, as if she was performing some mysterious ritual.

In the light of the bonfire, her face looked particularly distorted and hideous, like a demon crawling out of hell.

As her dance moves became more and more intense, the bonfire seemed to be affected by some mysterious force, and the flames shot up high, as if they were about to break through the sky.

Beside him, there were several paper figures dressed similarly to her, but these paper figures were just "standing" there quietly without any movement.

Suddenly, the Black Witch stopped dancing. She slowly turned around and looked at a paper figure with a blank face placed in the corner.

That paper figure was slightly different from the others. It was covered in blood, which glowed with a strange luster under the light of the fire.

"Master, what did you see just now? Is everything safe tonight?" Nanny Chang came out from the darkness, looking at the Black Witch with an anxious look on her face.

The Black Witch spoke slowly, her voice hoarse and low, as if it came from hell.

"I see your target. She is just a mortal and cannot resist my witchcraft."

"These days, I have asked Wu Ling to investigate her true strength. I will do as you wish and let her die quietly in her sleep."

Upon hearing this, Nanny Chang's eyes flashed with joy: "When will the master take action? Is there anything else I need to do?"

The Black Witch shook her head, a strange smile on her face: "No need, everything is under my control. Tonight, she will definitely die!"

After saying that, she turned and walked to the paper figure with a blank face, reached out and gently patted the top of the paper figure's head.

The paper figure suddenly "came to life" as if it had received some kind of instruction.

It slowly turned its head and "looked" at the Black Witch, and the strange curve at the corner of its mouth became more and more obvious, as if it was grinning.

Nanny Chang was so frightened by this scene that her whole body trembled, but she quickly calmed down, a hint of viciousness flashed in her eyes, "Okay, then I will wait for the master's good news."

The black witch didn't say anything else, but turned around and continued to dance strangely around the campfire, as if she was performing her final ritual.

The paper man who "came to life" walked out of the deserted house quietly and silently and disappeared into the night.