Mysterious Priest Dotes on His Wife

[One-on-one, pampering, and mild abuse, this is the story of a cold-blooded male god who becomes his wife's slave step by step. This is also the story of an ignorant little fool who conquers the male god step by step. When we first met, those clear eyes captured my heart. From then on, there was a trace of her in his heart. It was him who took her away from the dark cage. It was him who brought her from the isolation of the mountains to this prosperous age. It was also him who brought her the prosperity she longed for in endless years. He was destined to live for her, and she was destined to live for him. In the endless years, in this prosperous age, all he wanted was her. ———— Once they parted and met again, she forgot about him. Three dynasties of farewell, three dynasties of waiting, ink hair and white snow, just for the words "wait for me" before leaving, just for the words "hold my hand, my son will return". For her, he embarked on the thorny road paved with beauties and flowers. Step by step, stepping on thorns and blood, I walked past the charming and blooming Manzhu Shahua. With a head full of white hair and a broken body, he walked to her side and said, "I can't wait, so I'm here." Looking for a Wife On a dark road with no end, a thin white figure approached from far away. The Manzhushahua flowers bloomed and swayed coquettishly, seeming to be echoing something. The clothes on his body were already in tatters. His body was already covered with scars. A head full of gorgeous hair spread behind her. Step by step, move forward tirelessly. There is no end, and likewise, no hope. Until, a black figure appeared in front, the originally cold face softened, and the originally dull eyes were filled with tenderness and pampering. Step by step, he walked to the side of the black figure and said softly, "You'er, my wife, I can't wait, so I'm here." ———— Grand Master Mo said: In the past endless years, I have been searching. It was not until she appeared that I discovered the meaning of my existence. She is the only touch of color in my endless years. Without her, my world will only remain in black and white. Don't let her leave me, otherwise I'm afraid I will overturn this prosperous age and overturn this prosperity. I live my life for her. If she doesn't want it, what use will I have? Life is for her; death is also for her.