Shu Lu happily skipped away, clutching the books in her arms. No matter what, she refused to put them into her Storage Bag.
Even Jiang Lin had no idea whether, after Shu Lu finished reading Cheng Ge's autobiography, she would blush and charge into his courtyard, then throw the book in his face and curse him as a "scumbag"...
Wait... why did the thought actually excite him a little?
After shaking off those improper thoughts, Jiang Lin saw Shu Lu off and composed himself. He continued sitting alone in the courtyard, beginning to think about more serious matters.
The matter of Emperor Fluid Paste left Jiang Lin deeply uneasy. He even felt that his plan to find an opportunity to flee his wedding on the day of the ceremony would have to be postponed for a while.
Because he was already in the Upper Five Realms, once he left the Demon Race World, the next time he came back, the Twelve Demon Kings would definitely sense him.
After all, the Demon Race World wasn't a public toilet that anyone could use.
On the contrary, this time he could take advantage of his amnesia and head to the Abyss of the South Sea as Clear Moon Mountain's son-in-law.
He could even obtain Clear Moon Mountain's assistance!
But...
Was this really okay?
If he truly did that, then marrying Tian Fang and Qin Er would be nothing more than using them...
Would that really work? He had a nagging feeling that his conscience couldn't get past it!
There was something else.
To this day, Jiang Lin still couldn't figure out why they had agreed to marry him...
He was handsome, sure, but they shouldn't have suddenly fallen in love with him just like that...
"Son-in-law, son-in-law..."
Just as Jiang Lin was racking