My Husband Has Been Killing Pigs for Ten Years. He Is Really an Honest Man.

Qingshuang is the only daughter in the family. Her parents passed away when she was sixteen. In order to keep the family property, she got married to a taciturn butcher. Her husband was very kind to Qingshuang and gave her all the money he earned. When he was not killing pigs, he would wash and cook at home and help her take care of the flower fields. Except for the bloody smell that lingers on her body and her poor physical strength at night, Qingshuang is very satisfied with her honest husband. But someone always stopped her, saying that she was bewitched by evil spirits, that her honest husband was not a human being, but an evil ghost, a mad dog, a cruel demon, and wanted to trick her into killing her husband to save the world. Qingshuang never believed those gossips until she saw with her own eyes that her honest husband slaughtered a famous sect that cultivated immortals. In the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, with a cold and handsome face, he unhurriedly cut down the monks who were running all over the city with his sword. Late at night, the husband came home with a strong smell of blood. He took off his blood-spattered coat and handed it to Qingshuang: "There were too many pigs today, and the clothes are dirty again." Qingshuang: "..." Qingshuang took the clothes and said slowly: "It's okay, I'll make you a new one." "It's late at night, let's go to bed." The husband took off his clothes and sat beside the bed, waiting for her. The faint smell of blood lingered in the bedroom, Qingshuang said "hmm" in a low voice, but there was no movement for a long time. Dead leg, move quickly! What are you afraid of? Just treat him as if he just came back from killing a "pig". The sweet life of a delicate florist and a cold devil. Purpose: Love life and live actively