Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 218 The Conman 18

"I agree to this marriage," Ling Yunzi said suddenly, wiping his mouth.

Ling Yi: "?"

Wu Jin: "^-^"

Ling Yunzi's words came from his own experience, because he had no ability to pull apart the thick red thread, so he had no choice but to agree.

But why did that cold-faced demon suddenly soften his gaze?

even……

A plate of fried dumplings was pushed in front of him again. The snobbish demon respectfully invited his master, who was the first to approve of his relationship, to eat two more fried dumplings.

Ling Yi was speechless: "What do you know to agree to this?"

After overcoming his fear, Ling Yunzi turned into a cunning old fox obsessed with money.

While eating fried dumplings, he said with a smile, "Ancient demons are great! Handsome, rich, orphaned, and they can even help you cultivate and be a good wife. Apart from the difficulty of breaking up, what's wrong with them?"

Wu Jin nodded in deep agreement: "I won't break up."

Although he felt that Bai Ze's words were a bit far-fetched, and although he came to Ling Yi's side only for that mysterious opportunity, since Ling Yi's master had agreed to them being together, he couldn't go against the old man's wishes and make him unhappy.

Wu Jin, who could be Ling Yunzi's ancestor eighty generations back, shamelessly called a human who was not even a hundred years old an old man.

Ling Yi gave a fake smile: "Is someone here asking you a question?"

Wu Jin nodded: "Okay."

Ling Yi did not refute his suggestion to break up, which meant she also agreed to the old man's order to be with him.

The gaze beside him suddenly softened, becoming gentle and tender: "I will be good to you."

Ling Yi: "?"

What is this?

Did she miss something in the plot?

Why did Wu Jin suddenly say such a thing?

"We'll go to your human government office tomorrow morning to collect our documents, and then announce our marriage to heaven and earth that evening." Wu Jin humbly asked, "What material do you think our wedding robes should be made of? Would my shed feathers be suitable?"

Some fools, because of a single sentence, have already prepared a sunroom.

"Wait...wait..." Ling Yi raised her hand to interrupt him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word of it?"

Wu Jin said seriously, "Your master didn't mean for us to be together. Didn't you just agree with him?"

He seemed a little troubled: "Since you and your master have made your decision, I can't very well object to it. So I reluctantly agree to become your Daoist partner and stay together forever."

Silly bird, you're dreaming.

Are you still going to force yourself?

His coffin-like face was practically turning into a laughing lizard.

Ling Yi was so angry at his piercing gaze that she couldn't help but laugh.

As expected of an ancient demon, its mouth has evolved over thousands of years and is exceptionally hard.

Even if you throw it into the Samadhi Fire, it won't be burned.

Oh, she forgot.

This silly bird is related to the Golden Crow; it usually spews Golden Crow divine fire from its mouth, no wonder it's so tough.

"Since you're willing, then this matter is settled..."

"Change back." Ling Yi interrupted the silly bird's self-imagination and spoke coldly.

Wu Jin was taken aback, his expression showing a hint of innocent bewilderment.

"Silly bird, change back." Ling Yi commanded again.

Wu Jin didn't know why she changed her mind when the marriage arrangements had gone so well.

But his spiritual sense told him that the person in front of him was very fierce and not someone to be trifled with.

So, he swiftly flashed away.

The next moment, a large bird appeared on the chair.

This bird bears no resemblance to the previous myna. Its entire body is like a collection of sunlight, radiating a brilliant and intense light. Every feather is like a golden arrow, inspiring awe in those who behold it.

The large, golden bird flapped its wings and, as it had done many times before, swooped into Ling Yi's arms.

The behavior of this large bird, which exudes nobility and majesty from head to toe, is just like that of a loving mother hen.

Ling Yi grabbed his wings and lifted him up: "You don't know that men and women shouldn't touch each other, do you?"

Wu Jin kicked his three legs, and spoke in human language from his golden beak: "I'm not human, why should I follow your strange rules?"

and……

"You humans haven't followed those rules for a long time either."

That's all ancient history from a thousand years ago. Ling Yi, don't think that just because he's been asleep for so long, he doesn't know how things have changed.

Ling Yi: "But I'm conservative."

She refused to have a yellow-feathered chicken perched on her.

Wu Jin tilted his head: "You're so strange."

"If you clearly like me a lot, why are you keeping me at arm's length?"

"You clearly want to hug me for warmth, so why are you pretending to want to throw me away?"

"Clearly, she also wants to be with me..."

The golden bird's beak was suddenly pinched, and Ling Yi said coldly, "That's enough, it's impolite to say anything more."

This old bird, who has lived for so long, doesn't seem very smart, but why does it seem like it can read minds?

Wu Jin: "Because I don't need to be too smart."

Intelligence is for those who need it to survive; some people need it to navigate social situations and improve their own circumstances.

But he doesn't need it at all.

All living beings in existence are one level below him.

He doesn't need to know what they're thinking; he only needs to know if these people have any ill intentions towards him.

Eliminate those who are hostile to him, and leave behind those who fear him and those who are kind to him. The life of a great demon is that simple and pure, and he doesn't need to use what humans call intelligence at all.

Ling Yi understood the meaning behind his words in an instant, and couldn't help but tug at the feather on his head: "What an arrogant stinky bird!"

They should be given a couple of nuclear bombs to taste, so he can experience the power of humanity.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Wu Jin's golden pupils: "Scientific weapons cannot deal with unscientific existences."

He didn't want to discuss these foolish questions anymore. He shook the feathers that were now under his control and said in a serious tone, "Your master isn't very good. I can teach you magic to make you stronger."

"As long as you and I become Daoist partners, we can also cultivate together, allowing you to become..."

The bird's beak was caught again, and Ling Yi even wrapped a thick red thread between the two of them around his mouth: "That's enough, it's impolite to say it again."

The old man, too, stirred up this guy's desire to get married with just one sentence.

Now, this walnut-sized brain of his probably can't hold anything else besides this matter.