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    In the next few days, Yao Yao treated Fu Yuan with meticulous care.

    Fu Yuan has lived for so many years, and this is the first time he has experienced what it means to “stretch out his hands when clothes come, and open his mouth when food comes”.

    Even though he no longer needs to eat, she still learns to make chicken soup and feeds it to him every day, saying it is good for his health.

    In fact, he knows better than anyone else what condition his body is in.

    Even the elixir that Taishang Laojun painstakingly refined was just for him to stop bleeding. This bit of chicken soup had no effect at all on him.

    During this period, the most unbearable thing for Fu Yuan was that Yao Yao asked him to abstain from sex and stop all strenuous activities for the sake of his health.

    Even when she kissed him, she was cautious, fearing that her little hands would touch the wound on his back – even if he cast a spell again to cover the hole.

    In the blink of an eye, there are only 3 days left until next month.

    Considering the injury on Fu Yuan’s back, Yao Yao was too embarrassed to mention the two of them going to Yue Lao’s place to register.

    Fu Yuan noticed her occasional hesitation and knew what she was thinking, so he contacted Yao Jing and wanted to register the marriage as soon as possible.

    Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned.

    In the dim light of morning, Yao Yao woke up inexplicably.

    A bit cold.

    She subconsciously pulled the quilt, curled up, and wanted to get into Fu Yuan’s arms.

    Suddenly she found that the body temperature she was familiar with was no longer around her, and her sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

    She touched the space he had vacated, and the quilt still had a trace of his warmth.

    “Husband?” She called out sharply, thinking that he had gone to the toilet.

    However, the room was silent and no one answered.

    Yao Yao sat up from the bed in panic, and then saw the small note on the bedside table.

    “Wait until I come back to marry you, Fu Yuan.” She slowly read the line of handwriting he left, her cheeks burning.

    “Stinky fox, you went to the demon world to get my household registration book and you didn’t even tell me…”

    She slapped his pillow shyly, as if she was hitting him, but there was a smile on her face that she couldn’t stop smiling.

    She held the small piece of paper he left and looked at the majestic words with iron hooks and silver hooks on it.

    He murmured: “If I had known better, I would have brought my household registration book with me when I came to the human world to look for him.”

    That way, he wouldn’t have to make a special trip to the demon world.

    Qiu Lu only saw the text message from Fu Yuan after he woke up.

    The content is concise and clear: Go to the demon world and take care of her for me.

    “Bah! You bad old fox, you really don’t make people worry! Why are you going to the demon world? It’s obvious that you are going to die!”

    He put away his phone while cursing and was about to teleport to the demon world to find Fu Yuan.Suddenly thinking of the so-called family marriage, I suddenly became scared and changed my destination to Fu Yuan’s family.

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