CH 22.1

This glance made Feng Xuan take a deep breath of cold air.

Fortunately, he was already sitting on the soft cushion, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground directly with weak legs.

But strangely enough, the expected thunderous fury of Demon Venerable Qi Zhuoyu did not come.

Eh? Could it be that in the dream of “Mortal Xiao Qi”, he himself was the beloved wife, and the demon venerable was still in the character of being a gentle senior brother? Otherwise, seeing the scene in front of him, if it were the big devil beside him, this naughty kid would have long lost his temper and blown up the whole palace.

Feng Xuan was stunned for a while, but soon found out.

It’s not that the demon venerable has a good temper, but that he doesn’t seem to see him?

In order to confirm his guess, Feng Xuan shook his hand at the demon venerable, but the other party didn’t move.

Feng Xuan stood up again and looked left and right, but the other party still didn’t move. Until Feng Xuan planned to walk in front of the demon venerable seeking death, Qi Zhuoyu’s gaze was drawn back from outside the window and warned him in a bad mood, “Don’t try anymore. He can’t see.”

Deserving to be called the big devil.

Feng Xuan sighed with emotion, even if he saw an identical self appearing in front of him, was still able to not be confused in the face of danger, as if nothing happened. He gave full marks for this deceitful behavior.

The Huaying Sword silently stopped Feng Xuan from walking forward.

Anyway, he didn’t really want to face the demon venerable face to face, thus he sat back on his cushion obediently. At the same time, he seemed to understand what was going on.

The objects in the Nightmare Beast’s dream were all based on the perception of the dream owner.

In the cognition of “Mortal Xiao Qi”, Qi Zhuoyu was indeed very powerful, but isn’t his very powerful God Transformation Stage staged! Feng Xuan dared to guarantee that probably no one in the cultivation world knew Qi Zhuoyu’s true strength. Anyway, judging from his long-term secret observation, there’s no doubt that it’s only limited to the God Transformation Stage.

Therefore, the demon venerable in the dream only had the cultivation base of a God Transformation Stage.

But the cultivation base of the real version of the big devil was endless. So when Qi Zhuoyu didn’t want the demon venerable to see them, the demon venerable wouldn’t be able to see them. Just like the way he used a covering up method to the group of demons when he entered the palace unimpeded just now.

After figuring this out, Feng Xuan started to lie flat and to be a mere bystander.

Looking at the demon venerable and the beautiful master in front of him, he suddenly felt a little nervous. What will happen next won’t be some forbidden love that is not suitable for children, will it? Feng Xuan subconsciously wanted to cover his eyes, father emperor said that he was only 1,700 years old, and that there were some things that couldn’t be seen.

But the demon venerable who entered just glanced around the room, and when he saw Su Qingyan lying on the ground, his brows furrowed. Seeing the messy food leftovers on the table, he frowned again.

The demon who followed him in was shocked. “What happened?!” Then lightspeed lifted Su Qingyan up and put him on the bed by the way, and glanced at every dish on the table that had been touched. In order to taste which dish was the most delicious, Feng Xuan took a bite of each dish.

The demon was shocked: What happened to Immortal Master Su? Wasn’t it agreed to go on a hunger strike without eating for three days, why the hell did you close the door and secretly eat behind their backs?!

This posture of having fainted after eating.

It’s like someone poisoned the food.

The cold sweat behind the demon fell down with a shudder, knelt down with a thud, while the iron armor on his body trembled. “My lord! We dare not neglect Immortal Master Su’s meal, and have checked the meal early on, there is absolutely no problem!”

The demon venerable walked slowly to the table, picked a cherry, looked at it, and crushed it before saying, “It’s not about the meal.”

The demon breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Immortal Master Su did not faint due to food poisoning, then who ate these food?

At the same time, the demon venerable and the demon suddenly focused their eyes on one place.

The Sixth Prince, who was sleeping in the kennel with sweet dreams, suddenly felt chills on his dog head. When he opened his eyes, he saw the sudden addition of two tall and unfamiliar men in the room.

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The Sixth Prince looked at the demon venerable and the demon in the dream.

He also looked at Qi Zhuoyu and Feng Xuan who were invisible. Then he looked at himself exposed to the air, and the messy leftovers on the table.

The Sixth Prince burst into tears.

Dog life has never been this hopeless before.

Fuck.

Saying I didn’t eat these things alone, who would trust an innocent puppy?

“Woof woo—” With a mournful wail, the Sixth Prince was kicked out of the window by the demon.

Falling from a palace several hundred meters high, Qi Zhuoyu, who had already quietly arrived downstairs, grabbed the back of his neck and the whole dog dangled in mid-air.

Qi Zhuoyu was a little disgusted when he caught his dog fur, thus he threw him onto the Huaying Sword without hesitation.

Escaping from death in a great catastrophe, the Sixth Prince tightly hugged Feng Xuan’s thigh with his dog’s paws, and decided to recognize the enemy as his father, and would not let go even if he was killed.

Feng Xuan, who was brought out by Qi Zhuoyu inexplicably, was at a loss.

He thought he could stay in the palace for a while, simply waiting to see how the demon venerable would force the beautiful master. He didn’t know why the big devil went crazy, and suddenly grabbed his arm and threw him directly onto the Huaying Sword.

Feng Xuan resigned himself to adversity.

It’s alright, I can’t beat Qi Zhuoyu anyway. It’s fine if he doesn’t let himself look at the demon venerable.

But it’s the same face.

Why does he care? Aren’t they all looking at him? I really don’t understand the brain circuit of a childish person.

When Huaying Sword flew back, it was incredibly fast. Feng Xuan had no choice but to hold Qi Zhuoyu’s arm tightly in order to maintain his balance.

That time in the Zhujian Xiaozhu, Feng Xuan had still yet to come back to his senses. Surprisingly, Qi Zhuoyu didn’t do anything after going out. Just simply take yourself out for a meal and it’s over? Suddenly being so caring, why does he have the feeling of a weasel playing a New Year greeting to a chicken. (TL: no good intentions.)

The Zhujian Xiaozhu was restored to its original state by Qi Zhuoyu.

Feng Xuan wasn’t sleepy at first, but when he got home, he felt sleepy after eating and drinking. When a person was sleepy, he would feel his brain not working, and only wanted to sleep.

As a result, he didn’t fall asleep, since at this moment Ah Bao suddenly appeared.

She came to remind Feng Xuan to remember to try on the wedding dress tonight, after all, tomorrow was the big wedding celebration. It was only then that Feng Xuan remembered that there was still such a serious matter, he turned his head and glanced at Qi Zhuoyu. Ever since Qi Zhuoyu returned to Zhujian Xiaozhu, he didn’t go back to his east wing, but sat in the yard thinking about things.

Feng Xuan felt that this big devil seemed to have endless things to think about all day long.

But he knew, even using his toes, that what was he’s thinking must not be a good thing. Perhaps something like destroying the world and becoming the monarch himself, after all, he’s a career person.

Usually when Qi Zhuoyu was too lazy to care about him, Feng Xuan would entertain himself alone.

There was a folded wedding dress on the lacquer tray on the table, Feng Xuan picked it up and looked at it, and in the next second, put the wedding dress on himself.

The satin weaving crimson cloud and embroidered double geese wedding dress was beautiful and childish, it was bright on him.

Although it was also a male style, the waist tightening area was extremely tight. It was equipped with a leather belt inlaid with pearls, jade and coral, and the hem was pressed with dark patterns of gold thread wrapped around peach branches. In addition, there were also miscellaneous accessories, such as a shawl on the shoulders, wrist wrapped in silk, a gold silk thread-like, pedicle begonia round fan, a string of red gold plate Chi Yingluo rings. He felt like the precious stones, gold, and jade were all clunking when he walked.

Feng Xuan’s complexion was already fair, and the texture of the red wedding robe was delicate, the crimson thin gauze on the outer cover refracted a dazzling stream of light under the candlelight.

He used his spiritual power to form an ice mirror of the same height, looked left and right in front of the mirror, and when he turned his body, the jade and jewelry really made a “clink clunk” sound.

The Sixth Prince watched from the sidelines, and had to admit that clothes make a man.

Originally, Feng Xuan’s young face could only be regarded as delicate and lovely, but now it was somewhat charming.

After Feng Xuan looked at himself in the mirror for a while, he suddenly saw from the ice mirror that Qi Zhuoyu had opened his eyes at some point and was sitting on the bed looking at himself.

He was in a good mood, and thus turned around and showed Qi Zhuoyu the front, and asked, “Is it good-looking?”

Qi Zhuoyu said two characters without expression, “Ugly.”

Feng Xuan:? What straight man. He not only has a straight man’s life, but he also has a straight man’s disease, rubbish!

Qi Zhuoyu commented, “Isn’t it just a red cloth covering the body, what’s good-looking about it.”

Oh. Aren’t you also wearing a black cloth covering yourself?

Feng Xuan thought for a while about Qi Zhuoyu’s terrifying aesthetics that’s offensive to the eyes.

He thought that no matter how beautiful the wedding dress was on his body, he would not be able to utter any good words from his mouth. Hehe!

Feng Xuan’s good mood was not affected by Qi Zhuoyu.

He continued to try on the dazzling array of jewelry on another lacquer tray one by one, such as the Donghai pearl coral bracelet, Penglai sapphire diamond ring, and purple jade crystal silver earrings. Some of them looked like they belonged to girls, and he couldn’t wear them. He picked out collars, bracelets, rings, ornaments worn on the waits, and had a great time trying them.

I didn’t expect the demon venerable in the dream to be quite so generous.

A red veil for the wedding was also placed in the lacquer tray. Feng Xuan had never worn this before, very curiously, he put it on his head and studied how to do it, but as soon as he covered his head, it was torn off by a spiritual force.

Feng Xuan:?

He looked at the veil on the ground, then at Qi Zhuoyu who had just withdrawn his spiritual power.

What kind of childish provocation is this?

He picked up the red veil and put it away.

He took another pair of earrings with mandarin ducks crossing their necks, and in the next second, the earrings were also knocked off to the ground by spiritual power.

Feng Xuan confirmed it.

The big devil is bored, and is! picking! a quarrel!

Annoying.

But I can’t beat him, thus I won’t just mind him.

Anyway, after trying everything, Feng Xuan took off his wedding dress, took off the messy accessories, and went back to the West Wing to sleep soundly.

Seeing this, the Sixth Prince looked around, and between Feng Xuan and Qi Zhuoyu, he chose Feng Xuan who seemed to be more talkative without any suspense. Nonsense, who wants to stay with Qi Zhuoyu, this lunatic!

His four dog legs ran wildly with their own thoughts, followed Feng Xuan desperately, raised his head and yelled, “Wow woof! woof woof! woof woof!”

Translation: Don’t listen to what Qi Zhuoyu said, I think you look good in your wedding dress!

Thousands of wears, ten thousands of wears, flattery does not wear. (TL: no matter what, people may see through and dislike it. But only flattery is what everyone loves to hear.)

Just when the Sixth Prince was going back to the West Wing with Feng Xuan as he wished, he was suddenly covered by a tall shadow.

In the next second, Qi Zhuoyu kicked him out of the door impatiently.

The Sixth Prince let out a “woo” and as soon as he looked up, he met Qi Zhuoyu’s gloomy gaze. “Get lost.”

Him:?

Fuck. Can he also understand dog language?!