When Chu Qingci drew his sword, he never thought that the "demonic witch" he killed would come to haunt him——
Ye Xiaotang's veil flew away with his sword. Instead of holding a grudge, he held up Liang Yi Ling's starry eyes and said, "My sword skills are so handsome! Will you marry me?"
Chu Qingci: "... I am from a well-known and upright family, and you are a saint from the devil's sect, so it is inappropriate."
Ye Xiaotang (took out the token and smashed it at him): "Where's all this nonsense! The person I like must come with me!"
From then on, the painting style of the aloof senior brother of the Qingyun Sect completely went astray:
Others relied on sword energy to slay demons, but he relied on his saintly wife to throw tokens and knock them unconscious;
While others were practicing in seclusion, he was coaxing the saint who was furious because she couldn't grab the candied haws;
Until one day, the boss of the Demon Cult knocked on the door: "Boy! Let go of my saint!"
Chu Qingci protected Ye Xiaotang behind him and pointed his sword at the enemy formation: "Father-in-law, calm down, the bride price is ready."
Ye Xiaotang poked his head in and said, "Dad! He also said he wanted to join the Demonic Cult!"
Chu Qingci: "??? I never said that"
