Chapter 231: Fortune Comes

Zhang Ye turned and ran away. The big men of Tiandao Palace did not immediately start chasing him, but looked at each other.

"This beast has a rare treasure. Don't kill him for now. Take him back to the sect and use the soul-searching method to find out the secret of his resurrection!"

"Good!"

Seeing Zhang Ye's resurrection with their own eyes, the nine ancestors of Tiandao Palace couldn't help but be moved.

Not long after, the nine ancestors caught up with Zhang Ye and seriously injured him and knocked him unconscious. The nine ancestors said: "Why bring him back to the sect? Now use the soul-searching method to drain him dry!"

"That's right, so as not to have more dreams at night!"

The nine ancestors couldn't wait to put their hands on Zhang Ye's head and prepare to use the soul-searching method, but at this time, a huge pressure fell from the sky.

"There is a demon!" The nine ancestors were like facing a great enemy, and they worked together to hit the sky with one palm.

However, the sky was empty, and the nine ancestors were puzzled. They clearly sensed that a big demon was coming to kill them. Could it be that they sensed it wrong?

No matter what, drain Zhang Ye first! Everyone looked back and was stunned. Zhang Ye was clearly surrounded by nine people, but at this moment, he disappeared!

The nine ancestors felt cold on their backs. Maybe it was the work of the immortals. They didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly fled to the South Region to avoid the wind.

...

Zhang Ye woke up and found himself lying on a soft and comfortable big bed. The whole room was decorated with an exotic atmosphere, and the air was filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance, which made people relax.

Hey, wasn't he captured by the nine ancestors of Tiandao Palace? Why was he lying here?

Zhang Ye wanted to get up, but the severe pain made him exhale.

At this moment, a woman in red hurried to Zhang Ye: "Zhang Ye, your injury has not healed yet, don't move."

Zhang Ye looked at the person who came, with a look of disbelief, rubbed his eyes, and made sure he was not mistaken, then exclaimed: "Hongzhuang?"

The woman in red was Murong Hongzhuang who left without saying goodbye in the past. At this moment, she was a little shy, or a little guilty, lowered her head, and nodded slightly: "It's me."

Zhang Ye wanted to curse a few words, but the reunion after a long absence made him happy. For a moment, he was speechless with mixed feelings.

Murong Hongzhuang thought of something and left the room. Not long after, she came in with a bowl of medicine soup: "Drink it, you will get better faster."

Zhang Ye trusted Murong Hongzhuang from the bottom of his heart, so he wanted to take it and drink it, but his injuries affected his hands and feet, and Murong Hongzhuang said gently: "Don't move, I'll feed you."

"Use your mouth?" Zhang Ye asked suddenly.

Murong Hongzhuang was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. After six years of separation, Zhang Ye's joke brought them closer, as if they were back to the days of fighting and playing six years ago.

"You wish." Murong Hongzhuang said angrily, holding the spoon with her white and tender hands and feeding Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye swallowed the medicine soup with a look of enjoyment. Although he didn't know what medicine it was, he felt warm after swallowing it. His aching internal organs were recovering rapidly as if the dry land welcomed the spring rain.

"Xiaozhuang, have you been well these years?" Zhang Ye asked.

Zhang Ye's words were not accusations, but concerns, which moved Murong Hongzhuang very much. Her eyes turned red and she paused for a moment: "I'm fine, how about you?"

"You're quite suicidal." Zhang Ye naively thought that he could destroy the Tiandao Palace, but it caused chaos in the world and he died several times. This was a fair evaluation.

Murong Hongzhuang's eyes smiled into crescents, and she didn't say anything, and handed over a spoonful of medicine soup.

Zhang Ye ate it obediently, and suddenly felt that Murong Hongzhuang looked a little awkward: "You are not young anymore, what is this thing on your head!"

Zhang Ye reached out and grabbed the fox ears on Murong's head...

The scene was dead quiet, and Zhang Ye's heart was like a thousand grass mud horses running through it, what the hell is this thing, can't I take it off? But it's so soft and comfortable!

In Murong Hongzhuang's heart, damn, why are you pulling my ears, if you are not Zhang Ye, you have died ten thousand times!

Zhang Ye retracted his hand awkwardly, and said embarrassedly: "This headdress is very realistic..."

Murong Hongzhuang thought about it and decided to tell the truth: "This is the symbol of my Tushan fox clan, Zhang Ye, I am a demon..."

Zhang Ye took it over: "I am a ghost, the ghost that was killed by my handsomeness when I was alive..."

Murong Hongzhuang wanted to hit someone: "I'm not kidding you."

Then, she told Zhang Ye everything about her travels in the human world and her return to the demon world.

"Are you really a demon?" Zhang Ye trembled all over.

Murong Hongzhuang lowered her head in inferiority: "I'm sorry, I lied to you for so long."

The surprise in Zhang Ye's eyes slowly turned into tenderness. He stretched out his hand to rub Murong Hongzhuang's fox ears: "Very cute."

Murong Hongzhuang's whole body stiffened, her face was red as blood, and she muttered a few words about Zhang Ye, but she didn't avoid it. She let him touch her ears and continued to feed Zhang Ye medicine.

While chatting with Murong Hongzhuang, Zhang Ye suddenly caught a glimpse of a sneaky little girl eavesdropping behind the door curtain. Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Come out, I see you."

Murong Hongzhuang turned her head and saw the little girl, and waved her hand: "Hua'er, come here."

The little girl was wearing a little red skirt, about five or six years old, with red lips and white teeth, two little fox ears on her head, and her watery eyes seemed to be able to speak. She was simply a smaller version of Murong Hongzhuang.

Hearing Murong Hongzhuang's call, the little girl hesitated for a moment, then walked out from behind the door curtain and quickly threw herself into Murong Hongzhuang's arms, but her curious eyes kept staring at Zhang Ye.

"Your tribesmen? So cute!" Zhang Ye thought the little girl was so cute.

Murong Hongzhuang pursed her lips, lowered her head and said shyly: "She is my daughter."

Zhang Ye's smile became stiff, and he couldn't believe it and said: "You...you are married?" At this point, Zhang Ye's heart felt like being stabbed by ten thousand knives.

Murong Hongzhuang was stunned when she saw Zhang Ye's reaction, and then she understood something, with a smile in her eyes: "Well, I am married, six years ago."

Getting married just after breaking up with me? Damn! I have been worried about you for all these years! Zhang Ye felt so uncomfortable in her heart, and asked unwillingly: "What does your...husband look like?"

Zhang Ye secretly complained in his heart, he must not be as handsome as me.

"My husband?" Murong Hongzhuang's face was full of happiness, "He is a peerless hero, under the cold appearance, he hides a kind heart, respected by the world..."

Zhang Ye's face was gloomy when he heard it. He was so outstanding, and he couldn't compare to him at all. No wonder Murong Hongzhuang would fall in love with someone else.

No matter what, it was an accident that I got the Taoist couple certificate with Murong Hongzhuang. Now she has her own happy family, so I should bless her.

Zhang Ye held back his heartache, forced a smile, looked at the little girl in Murong Hongzhuang's arms, and said gently: "Little girl, what's your name?"

The little girl was a little scared, and she got into Murong Hongzhuang's arms, but didn't answer Zhang Ye.

Murong Hongzhuang said: "My nickname is Huaer, and my real name is Zhang Ruhua."

Zhang Ruhua? It seems that the child's father has the same surname as her, Zhang Ye smiled bitterly: "It's a good name."

Seeing that Zhang Ye hadn't reacted yet, Murong Hongzhuang had a smile on her lips. She held Huaer in front of her: "Huaer, didn't you say you wanted to see your father? Daddy is here, call someone quickly."

Huaer's father is here? Zhang Ye looked around with hostility, wanting to see who the hell was, how dare he snatch my wife, and my lovely daughter!

Zhang Ye looked around, but there was no one, what was going on?

Hua'er looked at Zhang Ye with watery eyes. Encouraged by Murong Hongzhuang, she said in a soft and cute voice: "Daddy..." After that, Hua'er fled into Murong Hongzhuang's arms, only showing a pair of curious eyes looking at Zhang Ye.

At this moment, Zhang Ye seemed to be struck by lightning. He pointed at his nose in disbelief: "My...my daughter?"

"Well..." Murong Hongzhuang nodded gently.

After being shocked, Zhang Ye was so excited that he was incoherent: "Fuck, I'm a father. Fuck, my daughter is so cute. Fuck, I won the bid in one time..."

Murong Hongzhuang quickly covered Hua'er's ears and said unhappily: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhang Ye looked at the soft and cute Hua'er and apologized repeatedly. He thought of something and fumbled around. All the good things were sold by the system for resurrection, and there was no gift for meeting.

Zhang Ye gritted his teeth and took out the top-grade Wang Ding and the dragon-patterned bone knife: "Hua'er, Daddy doesn't have any good things, this big pot and shovel are for you to play with!"

Tuanzi and Ah Hua were so scared that they cried loudly. Being treated as a big pot and a shovel was fine, but thinking that they would have to accompany a child for the rest of their lives, their magic weapon life was bleak...

Murong Hongzhuang rolled her eyes at Zhang Ye and refused: "What are you doing? My Hua'er is a talented woman who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Who wants your big pot and shovel?"

Zhang Ye thought about it and accepted the Wang Ding and the bone knife awkwardly, but he looked hopeful: "Hua'er, can Daddy hug you?"

Hua'er was a little scared, and Murong Hongzhuang whispered to her, and Hua'er shyly came to Zhang Ye: "Daddy, hug..."

Zhang Ye's face was bleeding from the nose. He reached out and picked up Hua'er, rubbing her constantly, making Hua'er giggle, and soon they became friends.

Seeing Zhang Ye's daughter-slave look, Murong Hongzhuang was also satisfied.

After a long time, Murong Hongzhuang said, "Okay, Hua'er has to go to school. If she goes late, the teacher will scold her again."

Although Zhang Ye was reluctant, he had to put Hua'er down: "If the teacher scolds you, Dad will beat him."

Murong Hongzhuang was speechless for a while. It seemed that Zhang Ye must not be allowed to take care of the child in the future. Hua'er looked back every few steps and left the room reluctantly.

Murong Hongzhuang was about to say a few words to Zhang Ye, saying that he should not spoil the child too much, but Zhang Ye pulled Murong Hongzhuang into his arms: "Xiaozhuang, you have worked hard over the years."

Murong Hongzhuang's face was stained with red clouds, and she snuggled in Zhang Ye's arms: "You are here, I feel at ease."

In the past six years, Murong Hongzhuang did not dare to see Zhang Ye. She was afraid that Zhang Ye would despise her as a monster, but just silently paid attention to the information of Tiandao City.

When she heard that Zhang Ye was killed by the magical Taoist, Murong Hongzhuang was heartbroken and left the demon world, ready to kill the magical Taoist to avenge Zhang Ye. Fortunately, the demon world and the East Region were quite far apart. Before Murong Hongzhuang arrived at Tiandao City, the magical Taoist revealed all the secrets, and the East Region was in chaos.

Murong Hongzhuang knew that Zhang Ye was not dead, so she kept looking for him. At the last moment, she found him and rescued Zhang Ye.

Murong Hongzhuang said that she was at peace, not only because she was relieved for Zhang Ye's safety, but also because the family finally had a backbone.