Rebirth of the tyrant love husband

After bidding farewell to the queen, Gu Wanqing walked out of the Ten Thousand Demons' Cave on the muddy road, and walked step by step towards the Heavenly Demon Palace thousands of miles away with Chen Yan in his arms.

Thinking back to the domineering man in the black dragon golden robe when he left the Tianmo Temple, now he is only exhausted.

With his face ruined and his body lost, only the incomplete and shattered memory and the person on top of his heart supported him to walk step by step in this rainy sky.

When the shoes are worn out, I walk barefoot.His feet were worn out, so he gritted his teeth and walked.

The rain has never stopped, and his pace has never stopped.

Turning around the rippling Yuying Lake, in the distance, in the tree-lined path that covered the sky and the sun, there were suddenly countless torches that could not be extinguished by the rain, and countless black shadows rushed towards him.

Could it be that Nie Xiu brought someone to snatch the Immortal Venerable?Gu Wanqing thought so, so she turned around and ran away with Shen Yan in her arms.

"Ah Wan..."

Gu Wanqing didn't hear the sound of the rain, and ran forward with big strides, the tips of Shen Yan's hair fluttering in the rain.

It was so dark that he tripped over a tangled flower branch.

"Ah Wan, it's me, Yue Tonghua!" Yue Tonghua hissed with his hands extended into trumpet shapes.

Gu Wanqing was stunned, raised her sleeves and wiped the mud off her face, got up and turned her head to look at the people who came by.

Through the misty rain and fog, he saw a familiar figure breaking into his sight.

He stared dumbly at the person approaching him step by step, speechless in shock.

The umbrella in Yue Tonghua's hand "clicked" and fell, the corners of his mouth were barely bent, his eyelashes were wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain?Standing in the rain, she showed Gu Wanqing a smile that was uglier than crying.

Yue Tonghua never liked to laugh, every time he laughed, it must be the saddest time.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, he would never have believed it. The indomitable, brave and fearless demon king who dared to fight against the ghost king in order to save him had now turned into such a pitiful frightened bird.

Their eyes met, and they didn't know how to speak for a while?He has too many things to say, and he has too many questions to ask.

"Ah Wan," Yue Tonghua choked up, and the thousand words turned into only one sentence, "You have suffered."

"Tonghua?" After a long time, Gu Wanqing whispered this sentence.

"Well, I'm here to return your broken finger." Yue Tonghua took off the jasper finger that was the size of a pigeon's egg and threw it into the air. .”

Gu Wanqing reached out and grabbed the finger that Yue Tonghua threw over, and slowly spread her palm.

The jasper finger that was shining at night flickered on and off in the palm of his hand. He sat there for a while, then put the finger back on his thumb.

At this time, more and more torches moved from far to near, and stopped about one meter away from him.

"Welcome the Demon King back to the palace!"

Yue Tonghua suddenly lifted his green robe and knelt down in his direction.

"Welcome the Demon King back to the palace!"

All the little devils who rushed over knelt down behind Yue Tonghua, held up the torches, waved them up and down, and shouted in unison.

The sound was deafening and resounded through the sky.

The long-lost "Devil Lord" rang in Gu Wanqing's ears, his nose was sore, he closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, letting the rain wet his cheeks and hair on his temples.

"Xianzun, do you know? We are going home soon." His slender fingers caressed Shen Yan's cold face.

"Welcome the devil back to the palace." A soft female voice came from behind Yue Tonghua.

Gu Wanqing opened her eyes suddenly, followed the prestige, only to see that the wet woman in front of her turned out to be his favorite Qianqian.

"Your Majesty, if you don't get up again, Immortal Ziyan will probably be drenched by the rain." Qianqian said, "I have forgotten the past, and so will Your Majesty."

Seeing this woman who was once regarded as a substitute by him, actually excused himself here for not saying goodbye, I felt mixed emotions for a while.

In this life, there are too many people who are sorry for him, but there are also too many people who he is sorry for.

"Forget it."

Gu Wanqing nodded with a wry smile, then lifted her black robe, hugged Chen Yan in her arms and stood up "shua", the majesty of the past returned to her face.

"Back to the palace!"