What Should I Do if My Husband Is the Future Demon King?

"Choo Choo Choo!"

A group of fluffy **** rolled over from a distance, and cheerfully chirped.

The patriarch of the Four Spirits, the patriarch of Jinwu and the patriarch of Tianhu, who were discussing, stopped at the same time, and then looked outside the door. When they saw the group of rolling balls, the other patriarchs looked at the patriarch Feng.

Chief Feng was particularly indifferent, as if he hadn't seen it, and said, "Don't care, let's continue."

As soon as this word fell, I heard a crisp tweeted sound, "Chuchou Patriarch, when will you be free, last time you said you want to send me to the Tianjian God's Court, I will find your uncle."

Accompanied by this cry, a fat phoenix that was extremely mellow flew in and rolled in.

Behind the fat phoenix followed a group of fat tweeted, round appearance, especially lovable, tweeted at the head of the Feng, the elders of the gods and beasts who understood their meaning couldn't help but squinted to the head of Feng, secretly sympathizing.

In fact, the patriarch Feng is not easy. After all, the younger phoenixes of the next generation have mutated, and their aesthetics have also changed. They are no longer the arrogant and narcissistic phoenix—no, the phoenix is ​​still arrogant and narcissistic, but because of the change in appearance. , Exceptionally grounded, arrogant and narcissistic also become likable.

As a beast of poultry, the chieftain of the Golden Crow has a natural love for this kind of fur. He immediately took a dozen small hairballs into his arms, touched one and rubbed the other, and rubbed the small hairballs to blow up the fluff.

She smiled at Patriarch Feng and said, "Patriarch Feng really knows how to raise cubs, depending on how well these cubs are raised."

"If you like it, I can ask Feng Cao to go to the Golden Crow Clan to help you teach the little Golden Crow." Patriarch Feng said kindly, "These little phoenixes are all taught by Feng Cao! No way, who can let it be the youngest of our Phoenix Crow? Lord, it has always been a responsible person, and the tasks entrusted to it will be completed earnestly."

These words not only indicate that these little phoenixes will become like this, and have nothing to do with his clan leader, but also they are praised for Feng Huan. The young master of their Phoenix clan is still very good, but occasionally his mind is not very good.

The patriarch of the Golden Crow said: "That's not necessary. When Young Master Feng goes to the Tianjian God's Court, I will send some little Golden Crows over, and I will trouble Young Master Feng to take care of them."

"No problem!" Wen Maomao is a responsible person, waving his little wings and said, "Don't worry, Chief Jinwu, leave it to me!"

This time, the target person turned into the chief of the Golden Crow, as if asking, is she really relieved to leave the little Golden Crows to a little phoenix with abnormal aesthetics?

The patriarch of Jinwu just raised his eyebrows slightly, not paying attention.

Although Young Master Feng’s aesthetics are different, the patriarch of the God Emperor of Tianjian God’s Court is not unusual. There must be such an uncle. Sooner or later, the little phoenix can become an excellent phoenix. The little Golden Crows will be looked after by the patriarch of the God Emperor. no need to worry.

The patriarch of the gods, who had high hopes from the patriarchs of all races, discovered that certain concepts of cheap nephews could not be corrected.

It was the first time he saw such a phoenix, but this was his nephew, what else could he do? I can only take care of my uncle.

"Uncle, when will father and mother be back?" Little Phoenix asked, squatting on his uncle's shoulder.

The patriarch of the gods looked at the direction of the star pole tree and said, "I don't know, it may be very fast, or it may be a long time."

"Uncle, I miss them." Little Phoenix said sadly.

"Then you will try to grow up, and when you grow up, they will come back." The patriarch of the **** emperor coaxed very experienced.

Little Phoenix really didn't doubt that he had him, and felt that his uncle would definitely not lie to Phoenix, so he immediately rushed to lead his group of younger brothers to practice.

Now Little Phoenix’s little brothers are not only the group of phoenixes, but also a group of little golden crows.

Later, I don’t know how, the other four spirits and the cubs of the Tianhu clan also followed the little phoenix, respecting it as the boss, and tossing around with him. The Four Spirits and the Golden Crow, and the Tianhu were often harmed by them. .

Tianjian Shenting is not immune.

In particular, Little Phoenix has an uncle who spoils him without principle, and the big sycamore tree that Phoenix likes has also been planted in Tianjian Shenting, which stretches for thousands of miles.

The patriarchs who saw this scene were particularly surprised. Even the cubs of other races, the dragon clan is inherently at odds with the phoenix. It is not that they can eliminate grievances when they are raised together. They are always light when they meet, and they are equally competitive dragon cubs. How could we listen to a fat phoenix?

The chief dragon called a few little dragon cubs, "Why do you play crazy with that fat phoenix?"

But the little dragons of the dragon clan were a little unhappy, "Patriarch, you can't slander the cub casually, it's not fat at all if you smell it, it's the best!"

Chief Dragon: "...Like a fat ball, where is it good?"

"Obviously you are not fat! Both the star tree guardian and the demon **** said that Young Master Feng is not fat like this, and is the best-looking!"

"Yes."

"Don't the patriarch believe in the words of the guardian of the star tree and the devil?"

"If the patriarch doesn't believe it, when they come back, let's ask them in person."

"Yes, I will bring the patriarch with me..."

...

The chief dragon finally understood what these little dragons meant, and almost couldn't help but want to push the little dragons to the ground and rub them.

Is there such a shameless patriarch? !

The other patriarchs finally understood why Young Master Feng’s brainwashing skills were so strong. It turned out that the guardian of the star tree and the demon god, with these two open mouths, even the fake ones can become real. The cubs are convinced.

Since the return of the devil, the resurrection of the star tree, and the return of the guardian of the star tree, the situation in the Three Realms has changed drastically.

Especially after discovering that the Devil God would not destroy the world again, and even after he personally established the Netherworld, the sentient beings of the Three Realms changed their views on the Devil God, from being fearful to being admired by the Three Realms.

Not every **** emperor can let Heaven and Earth cast down warnings and form new orders and rules.

It is not so much that the demon **** was forcibly suppressed and plunged into reincarnation. It is better to say that the reincarnation of the demon **** is the test of the heaven and the earth. When he breaks away from the reincarnation, he has realized the power of reincarnation.

This is how the prefecture was established.

Without the devil, the underworld cannot be built.

Without the star tree guardian who led the Demon God to the Netherworld, the Demon God could not display his abilities.

Because of the accomplishments of these two people, the sentient beings in the Three Realms admire them extremely, and they also make these young cubs adore them, feeling that everything they say and do is absolutely correct.

Since both of them think Young Master Feng is so good and not fat at all, of course he is not fat.

After understanding this, the patriarchs were speechless.

They wanted to tell this group of cubs that even saints would have a preference. Those two obviously preferred Young Master Feng, so they could praise it blindly. In fact, the eyes of the world are discerning, they really know What is going on!

It's a pity that in the face of this group of trustworthy cubs, no matter how much it is said, it is futile. You can only wait for them to grow up and debate right from wrong. It is estimated that you will understand.

The patriarchs waited for a short while.

The growth period of the Phoenix is ​​ten thousand years.

Ten thousand years later, Wen Maomao finally grew from a chubby little phoenix to a big phoenix, and the gorgeous tail feathers flicked across the sky, leaving behind an incomparably beautiful fire spirit.

When the phoenix flew across the sky and reappeared in front of everyone, he had become a beautiful man wearing a crimson feather coat.

When he raised his eyes and smiled lightly, the heaven and the earth were eclipsed, but he was shining in the spring and the rosy rhyme, which was infinitely beautiful.

"Smell Maomao, are you transformed?"

A pleasantly surprised voice sounded. Feng Kuo turned his head and looked over. When he saw the young man standing not far away, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly and said, "Bro Tutu, my name is Feng Kuo! Or you can do it. Tell me to hear about it."

Wen Tutu came over with a grin on his stern face, "You don't like the nickname your sister gave you? Didn't you like it very much before?"

Feng Kuo's face twitched again, and he said sternly: "I used to like it very much. Now I have transformed and I don't need to call my nickname anymore. Only my parents can call my nickname."

Wen Tutu looked at him with a stunned look on his face, "Have you recovered your memory?"

Wen Maomao liked its name a lot before, and felt that it was like a name that a family should have. Now this awkward appearance always feels a bit contrary.

Feng Kuo gave a soft hum.

Once transformed, the memory before the rebirth of Nirvana recovered. As long as Feng Kuo thought of all the stupid things he had done as a little phoenix after his rebirth, he couldn't help grabbing the ground with his head and wanted to dig a hole. Bury yourself.

The patriarchs of other tribes who have been stricken by Mao Maotu have heard that the young master of the Phoenix tribe has finally transformed, and the memory of the ancient times has been restored, and they can't help but be overjoyed.

Great, Young Master Feng regained his memory, and the normal aesthetics should also come back, and he will definitely not damage the cubs in their clan again.

Even Patriarch Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer had to worry about the future of the Phoenix tribe.

Soon they discovered that they were still thinking too well, even if Feng Kuo recovered his memory, it was actually useless.

Wen Qiao and Ning Yuzhou, who were rehabilitating the space in the spirit world, returned to the fairy world.

Wen Qiao was in a daze when she saw the jade-shaped, beautiful and unparalleled Fengyao, as if returning to the ancient times, she hid in her brother's residence and was bewitched by her brother to peek at the beautiful men of all races.

Among them, the most striking beautiful man is the young master of the Phoenix tribe.

"Aha."

Hearing this unsalty or indifferent voice, Wen Qiao regained his senses, and looked at the man next to him innocently, as if asking what was wrong with him.

Ning Yuzhou didn't know where she was pretending to be innocent, but he didn't expose her in front of the younger generation. He looked at Feng Cuan, "Have you recovered your memory?"

Feng Cuan stepped forward to salute a little nervously, and nodded silently when he heard this.

Wen Qiao looked at the look on his face and said, "Wen Maomao, since you have recovered your memory, you don't need to recognize us in the future..."

"You will always be my parents!" Feng Kuo said categorically, "Without your help, I would not be able to leave the Lake of the Dead and get out of my shell smoothly. You are my second-born parents, this will not change."

The eyes he looked at the two of them were still the same as before, unchanged.

The memory of the ancient times was like a distant dream, which gave him a sense of trance. What is clearer is the memory after Nirvana rebirth, which he especially cherishes.

Wen Qiao suddenly laughed happily, and walked over to hug him, "Wen Maomao, you are transformed, so good!"

The look on Feng Kuan's face instantly became extremely soft, but when he realized that the posture she hugged herself was like holding the little phoenix that was fat into a ball of flesh, his face became embarrassed.

Apart from embarrassment, he was a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Ning Yuzhou came to separate them soon.

He held Wen Qiao's hand to prevent her from holding the cheap son again. After all, the cub has grown up and is no longer a hairy tuft, but an adult man, how can he hold him casually anymore.

After the transformation of the phoenix, although the memory of the ancient times is restored, it is no different in normal times.

Chief Feng came to see him specially, and when he discovered this, he had nothing to say.

He felt that it was estimated that the guardians of the Star Pole Tree and the Demon God were too good at raising cubs to cultivate the young master of the Phoenix tribe into this appearance. Even if the memory was restored, it didn't change much.

Feng Kui is obviously more affected by memories after Nirvana, and his behavior is also the same.

"I think this is very good." Feng Kuo said to the head Feng, "It is no longer ancient times. There will be no wars in the Three Realms. Even if there are still conflicts and contradictions in the Three Realms, it is just a small friction. We don't have to go to the battlefield again. Why not?"

Patriarch Feng understood that he was right, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and sighed, "You have worked hard."

The ancient immortal prison became a battlefield, and Feng Kuo went to fight on behalf of the Phoenix clan, but did not want to be buried in the icy corpse lake, trapped for thousands of years, and even had no chance of Nirvana.

Even though he is dead, his soul is always trapped at the bottom of the icy lake, and the suffering he suffers can be imagined.

Feng Kuo smiled slightly, "But I later got the best in this world, luckier than all the creatures."

Patriarch Feng knew what he meant. He was carefully cultivated by the Demon God, and loved by the guardians of the Star Tree. The creatures in this world would only envy him.

"By the way, the patriarch, I suddenly discovered that the Phoenix cub is actually chubby and looks good, and we will all raise cubs like this in the future," Feng Hao said happily.

Patriarch Feng looked at him with a hard word.

Isn't it because he looked chubby when he was a child by the red lotus karma fire, that's why he cultivated other little boys into fat balls?

Patriarch Feng left speechlessly and decided to leave it alone. Anyway, he will soon ascend to the spirit world, so he can't see it.

After sending away the patriarch Feng, Feng Cuan went to find the little friend who had been with him before.

A lot of things happened in ten thousand years, first of all, many cultivators in the lower realms soared into immortals.

After they ascended, they were taken to Wanxian Mansion by the leading immortals guarding near Shengxianchi.

In order to conceal Ning Yuzhou's identity, Wen Qiao arranged disciples from Wanxian Mansion to guard at Shengxianchi in various places in the fairy world. As long as there are practitioners from the lower realm ascending, they will bring them to Yunhaixianshan.

Over time, the immortal spirit world seemed to have acquiesced that the ascending cultivators were all members of the Ten Thousand Immortal Mansion, and the power of the Ten Thousand Immortal Mansion expanded further and became the largest power in the immortal spirit world.

After all the immortals reacted, they couldn't help but secretly startled the power of Wanxian Mansion.

"What's the use of worrying? Even if there is only one person in Wanxian Mansion, as long as there is a demon god, you dare to touch it?"

The immortals looked at each other, really dare not!

Forget it, how many immortals can there be soaring? Ten thousand years is only three or four, and the ones that soar up are the weakest earth immortals. After they grow up, it is estimated that they will last for more than a few million years.

Even if there were no soaring immortals, Wanxian Mansion could not be underestimated, but now I am worried that it is useless at all.

So all the immortals did what they were supposed to do.

In these ten thousand years, Wentutu and Wengungun have all soared.

There are also some relatives and friends who are also ascending, all cultivating in Yunhai Xianshan.

Feng's arrival caused a sensation. Everyone who knew Wen Maomao ran over, looking at him with a strange expression, and said one after another: "Young Master Feng, it turns out that you look like this in human form. I heard that you are now in the fairy world. The first beautiful man."

Unexpectedly, the little phoenix, who was once fat into a ball, could still be the first beautiful man in the fairy world after being transformed into a ball. All the fairy who knew him looked incredible.

Wen Gungun nibbled at the fairy fruit, and said vaguely: "Wen Maomao looks so good."

Feng Kuo looked at the young Wen Kuankuan, stretched out his hand to pinch his bulging face, and said: "Wen Kuankuan, you can't tell me to smell Maomao in the future. This is my mother's ability to call it."

Wen Gungun looked at him and opened his mouth and said: "I am your younger uncle, you want to call me uncle!"

"Smell rolling!"

"Smell the hairy!"

"..."

Seeing the two people arguing childishly, and smelling that Tutu came over to separate them, I felt that they were all young cubs that hadn't grown up yet.

"Let's go, go to my sister and brother Ning. It's rare for them to come back. I heard that this time they will stay in the fairy world for a while."

He pulled one in one hand and took them to the top of Yunhaixian Mountain.

On the top of the cloud, clouds and mist were lingering, and in the sea of ​​clouds, a fairy cloud beast like a white cloud was faintly visible running by.

At the top of the mountain, the men and women sitting on the viewing platform bowed their heads and whispered in an intimate posture. Cranes flew across the sky, leaving a beautiful silhouette.