After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

"Agree with you? You big dummy!" Yan Anxin said.

However, her hand was still being held by the other person, and held very tightly.

"It hurts," he said expressionlessly, his eyes glistening with tears at the right moment.

Zhongli Xiang stared at him, completely mesmerized. One second he let go, the next he was wrapped around Yan An's waist and lowered his face...

As Yan An dodged to the side, he struck him with several palms in succession.

Zhongli Xiang neither dodged nor avoided the blows, but took them head-on.

His martial arts skills far surpassed Yan An's, and he had also practiced the Taihua Wuji Wuyinglu (a martial arts manual), so he easily converted the internal energy damage caused by Yan An's palm strikes out of his body.

While Yan An was slightly startled, she instantly raised her hand and struck his pressure point.

Yan An was immediately unable to move, so he could only let Zhongli Xiang tie up his loose outer robe for him and take out a hairband from his sleeve to tie up his long hair.

A small sachet was placed under his nose.

Yan An guessed there was something wrong with the incense, so he held his breath.

Zhongli Xiang naturally noticed and laughed, "My wife can't breathe, she must be waiting for me to breathe into her."

He used this as an excuse to kiss Yan An once.

At the same time, the Heavenly Demon True Technique was circulating within Zhongli Xiang's body, constantly dispelling the desires that were constantly arising within him.

Yan An noticed the pinkish-purple light in his eyes increasing and decreasing. Thinking that the Heavenly Demon True Technique made people abstinent, the worst thing Zhongli Xiang could do to her was to kiss and hug her. So she temporarily calmed down her anger.

He continued to hold his breath, since his martial arts skills were enough to allow him to hold his breath for a long time, and simply closed his eyes to avoid looking at Zhongli Xiang.

"Is my wife asleep? Wake up." Zhongli Xiang whispered teasingly in his ear, then kissed his drooping eyelashes, the tip of his nose, and finally the corner of his lips. The movements were very light, so light that they didn't feel like a kiss, but more like being bitten by some small insect. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy.

Until a sound of something cutting through the air came.

It was as if countless sharp blades formed a forest, and the surrounding atmosphere became chilling and murderous.

When Yan An opened his eyes, he saw Xie Shihong, who was in a fit of rage.

He descended from the sky, his red robes billowing in the wind, and the moment he appeared, he charged at Zhongli Xiang.

In Xie Shihong's eyes, Zhongli Xiang was merely Wu Xiang, just a subordinate of E Feng, yet he dared to approach Yan An in a frivolous manner at his residence.

He raised his hand with a killing move, intending to kill this person with his palm as quickly as possible.

That move, which seemed to come with the power of heaven and earth, was actually a restrained one. It could precisely compress the strike range to the point that it would only smash Wuxiang into a pile of shattered flesh and blood, without even a drop of blood staining Yan An's clothes.

But this formless state was not so simple.

Xie Shihong discovered that his opponent was actually able to parry his moves.

What Yan An didn't know was that ever since he moved into the mansion, Xie Shihong and E Feng had been in a standoff.

The invisible true energy, imperceptible to anyone but the most skilled, constantly shrouded the entire city of Ruiyun. No slightest disturbance could escape the notice of the two, and any possible flaw would instantly attract an attack from one of them.

In the last two days, Xie Shihong and E Feng, through their respective information channels, confirmed that Zhong Lijun had recently entered a period of rejuvenation and was temporarily unable to fight them. Since Zhong Lijun would not become the fisherman, the two of them were bound to fight, and they even wished they could kill each other.

Especially E Feng, seeing Yan An being so close to Xie Shihong day after day, and thinking that Yan An had never treated him like this before, a kind of madness, as if he wanted to split the sky and the earth, had accumulated in his chest.

The only external enemy that Xie Shihong was wary of and kept an eye on was E Feng; everyone else was not even an enemy to him.

However, a petty scoundrel managed to sneak in!

At this moment, seeing that Wu Xiang suddenly unleashed a powerful cultivation technique, the Heavenly Demon True Technique combined with the Embryo Transformation Limitless Shadowless Record, which could even restrain him for a short time, preventing him from concentrating on dealing with E Feng... this became his weakness!

Xie Shihong reacted almost instantly and looked sharply in Yan An's direction.

But then a white figure grabbed them and swiftly moved away.

Once Xie Shihong and Zhongli Xiang were completely out of the fight, Xie Shihong could only chase after them, and even then, he was always one step behind.

Zhong Lixiang reacted slightly slower than Xie Shihong, but he quickly realized what had happened.

He paused, looking at the now empty courtyard.

It's as if you can still see Yan An sitting at the stone table, teasing the birds.

My internal organs felt like they were all twisted together, and for a moment all my strength seemed to have been completely drained.

My fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he clapped his hands and laughed: "In the end, it's all... doing the work for someone else."

That smile quickly turned into a sinister grin.

...............

Chuiyun Stream.

This is a beautiful valley hidden at the foot of an unnamed mountain. The valley has a babbling stream and a great variety of flowers and trees, forming a sea of ​​flowers that looks like a fairyland. Behind the sea of ​​flowers are many buildings, some exquisite and some simple.

In the past, this place was only occupied by a few deaf and mute servants who silently and quietly managed everything, day after day.

This place is like a place forgotten by the whole world.

Nothing changed, nothing special happened, and even the owner of this place never came here a second time.

To this day, the owners of Chuiyunjian are getting married here.

This place has been carefully decorated in advance, making the scenery even more breathtaking.

But in the eyes of these servants, nothing, however beautiful, could compare to a single hair of the future "madam".

From the moment he appeared, everyone just stared at him in disbelief, as if witnessing a miracle.

E Feng, unusually, changed into a red outfit.

Both were dressed in wedding attire, and they bowed to heaven and earth and drank the nuptial wine.

Although Yan An remained expressionless, he showed no resistance in his actions.

There are no guests to entertain here; the final step is to enter the bridal chamber.

Only then did Yan An show a smile.

He first leaned closer, pressing his cheek against E Feng's chest to listen to the other's heartbeat, before looking up at E Feng and wrapping his arms around E Feng's neck.

Such an intimate and entangled posture, both delicate and seductive, can be interpreted as an unreserved expression of love, or as the excitement before strangling the prey.

He tightened his arms, as if to strangle E Feng's neck, but his eyelashes were wet and his eyes were full of affection. "Husband, it's time to retire for the night." When he said the last word, the tip of his red tongue was faintly visible, revealing endless tenderness and ambiguity.

Even saints or gods would succumb to such temptations.

Even if you know that the road ahead represents a dead end.

But with just one expectant look from him, a person would be utterly defeated, willing to give anything just to see him smile again.

Yan An had been so warm to Xie Shihong, yet so cold to him. Every time E Feng thought about it, he felt his mouth was full of the taste of blood, and he was driven to the brink of madness.

But now, Yan An's closest confidant is himself.

E Feng knew perfectly well that when Yan An invited him to the bridal chamber, he was actually inviting his death.

So what? Since he calls me husband, what is there that a husband wouldn't do to make his wife happy?

E Feng lowered his head as if possessed.

He then heard Yan An chuckle in his ear, "My husband will never let me down, will he?"