[Drama flow + Shura field maybe]
Thousands of years after the death of the Demon Lord, the Demon Realm is full of ghosts and dangers, and all the Masters are violent and cruel. Jiang Louyue never listens to the master's advice, and she doesn't take it seriously even when she sits on the high hall of the Demon Lord.
There was an extra bowl of hot soup on the low table, and three words slowly appeared on the paper: "Thank you for your hard work."
She drank it happily, and a tight feeling wrapped around her neck suddenly filled her throat. The cold wind blew across her face, and the master's stern face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and her breaths collided with each other.
She lowered her eyes and noticed that both of them were dressed in red.
All the venerables below lowered their eyebrows and lowered their pupils. They all knew that the Demon Lord was back.
This is their wedding night.
Jiang Louyue's left hand was clasped, her right hand was held, more palms faced her, a wasp's waist and long neck were hugged, and a crane's pretty face was touched.
Trapped in the crowd of venerables, she smiled shyly and turned her face away, not yet deciding who her favorite was.
Scarlet quickly climbed onto the cold eyes and bloody lips of the Demon Lord. He was helpless, the soul could not kill people.
He only hugged the girl from behind, but the girl's hand touched someone else's face.
The man stared at his wife as if he were blind and said:
"Your Majesty, I am your traitor."
"The hearts of monarchs and ministers are most impeached. This is a noble family, but they are entangled every day. Everyone laughs, slanders, and talks endlessly, and uses all possible means to win your respect.
Rights are so fascinating. "
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Intention: ten years of traces and ten years of heart
