( ARC 5 - 9) Quick wear: The host of Bailian is milky and sweet

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But no one cares about this scumbag anymore.

The demons are busy right now.

Xicheng is trying out Xi clothes, but in fact, there is no need to try it at all.

Ji Sishen asked someone to make the wedding dress, and he didn't even let Master measure the size.

At that time, when the master wanted to measure Xicheng, when people saw him next to him, they directly dragged Xicheng into their arms his.

He also stared at his master in a particularly unhappy manner, as if the master had done something to him.

In the end, Ji Sishen directly said a series of sizes.

Now the dress fits perfectly.

Xicheng looked at himself in the bronze mirror, his face slightly red.

The sect leader is not serious all day long, and he can even feel the size of his body his ...

The scaling face on his face his made Xicheng 's heart beat fiercely.

Just like he heard the name of his own teacher his.

"My family's Xicheng really looks better in happy clothes."

Most importantly, he was wearing the wedding dress that he married.

When Xicheng heard the voice, he turned his head, his eyes his were long and gentle.

Ji Sishen also changed into a wedding dress, and in a few hours, he would have to salute.

In the magic palace, there are people from the demon clan, and people from the bottom of the mountain.

After today, he is the wife of the Demon Sect.

She said It's the teacher's wife.

And it's his own wife.

The astonishment in Ji Sishen's eyes made Xicheng a little nervous.

"Sect Master, you... why did you come here?"

"Didn't Madam Xi say that you can't meet before salute?"

Ji Sishen walked behind Xicheng and hugged him from behind with both hands.

His chin his rubbed against Xicheng's shoulder his, extraordinarily greedy.

"But I don't see Xicheng for a moment, and I feel as if it's been three autumns, and I'm thinking hard."

Xicheng lowered his head slightly, clearly not wearing rouge, but the red face looks better than the rouge.

"Um..."

"I want, too."

The vibrato between Xicheng's words was extraordinarily attractive.

It made Ji Sishen feel that this person was like a bone-eating poison, and even though he knew the danger, he was willing to sink.

If Fu Ting was the beginning of his joy his, then Xicheng was his weakness his.

Ji Sishen had to admit one thing, he was emotional.

He is no longer the task of Raiders to Xicheng, but the endless joy in his heart.

When I think about it, I want to hide him all, just the urge to cry and laugh for him alone.

Although this feeling is uncontrollable, it doesn't seem to be bad, and he even likes it a little.

"Xicheng, I love you."

Probably already etched into the bones.

Xicheng was slightly started and responded in a low voice.

"Ok, I know..."

Ji Sishen chuckled, fool, you don't know.

I really like you.

It's not a mission, it's sincere.

So, in the next world, you have to show up obediently.

This ceremony is the most complicated among all the marriages of Ji Sishen.

The most important thing is that this is the only time he has married.

I don't know if there is still a chance.

If it happens again, Ji Sishen can guarantee that the first thing he will do is to marry him again.

Anyway, he doesn't know how many times he has been married.

Although the ceremony was complicated, both of them felt very good.

Little by little it went on slowly.

No more surprises.

Ji Sishen did as he wished, fulfilled what he said to Xicheng, and married him into the Demon Race.

Xicheng also willingly became a Demon Lady.

From now on, it's probably what his sect master said, and he can justifiably "gan" him.

"West City~"

Ji Sishen drank a lot of wine, and at this moment he pushed the person down, lying on Xicheng 's body his, his face his was drunk red.