"What Should I do if my husband is the future demon King?" 3

557 : Diyin City

Ning Yuzhou hummed casually and said nothing.

After lying down with him for a while, Wen Qiao got up and didn't mean to sleep in bed anymore.

Ning Yuzhou watched her jump out of bed full of energy, but didn't rush to get up, just said, "No more rest?"

"No, I'm going to retreat and practice." Wen Qiao turned he4 head to look at him, her eyes lightened, "This time the benefits of practicing in the Eight Formation Juntiantu are so great that I think I can try to attack the Yuanhuang Realm."

Ning Yuzhou looked at her with a smile, and said sincerely: "Aha is really amazing."

Wen Qiao bowed her head and fastened her belt, and looked at him frequently, and said embarrassedly: "I remember you said before that after we cultivate to the Yuan Dynasty, we will hold a double repair ceremony..."

Ning Yuzhou: "..."

Watching her walk out the door step by step, Ning Yuzhou leaned against the bed, and it took a long time to react.

He couldn't help but bury his face on the soft pillow. His long black hair was scattered on the rosy-colored bedding like a waterfall. No one could see his expression clearly. Only the slightly dizzy auricle was betrayed his mood.

"Tweet~"

Little Phoenix flew in from outside the door and fell to the pillow, curiously watching his father's rare childish behavior.

"Tweet tweeted~" Dad, what's the matter with you? Why don't you get up?

Ning Yuzhou paused, and slowly turned his head to look at the little Phoenix next to the pillow.

The fluffy little yellow bird rolled to his cheek and rubbed him, tweeting with some worry, his dad's face was red, is he sick?

Although he could not understand the animal language, Ning Yuzhou understood its meaning very cleverly.

"I'm fine." Ning Yuzhou sat up slowly, got out of bed with his long black hair, "Why don't you go to your mother?"

"Tweet tweeted!" Mother wanted to retreat and practice.

Ning Yuzhou realized that he had asked a stupid question. He was about to put on his robe for a while, and soon returned to normal, and walked out calmly.

Outside the door is a courtyard planted with spiritual flowers and exotic grasses, full of beautiful flowers.

Shi Wuming, Ning Jichen, and Wen Tutu, who had already rested, were all sitting here drinking tea. There were several food boxes painted with constant temperature arrays on the stone table. On the food boxes, there was a certain food from Diyin City. The logo of the fourteenth place.

Obviously someone was greedy and couldn't help but ran to the restaurant in the city to buy some food.

The teacher had no life to complain and said: "We have been spinning around in the Senluo Temple and Diyuan for a total of 20 years. We haven't eaten anything delicious, and the birds have faded out of our mouth." He complained faintly. Looking at Ning Yuzhou, "Since I have eaten the spiritual food made by Brother Ning, where can I eat anything else? It's fine now, why don't we make something delicious. Brother Ning, what do you think?"

Seeing that he called Brother Ning shamelessly for a bite, Wen Tutu despised him very much.

The little phoenix fell on the table, Ning Jichen summoned his hand to it, opened a food container, and placed the white fat bun in front of it. Regardless of being just a bun, it uses top-quality ingredients, contains extremely rich spiritual power, and has a fragrant aroma.