Chapter 603 Want to Marry the Queen 4 ” (1/2)

Chapter 603 “Want to Marry the Queen (4)”

Giving a stern look at the little missy, Bai Xiachen’s grumpy appearance eventually subsides to that of forgiveness. Hmph, fine, I won’t cause her trouble for trying to take some of Mother’s attention since I feel so sorry for her…

“Lastly, I have some final words for you all. “All smiles still, Bai Yan lets go of Dragony’s hand to confront the gazes from everyone down below: “In the Demon Realm, there will be no distinctions between the high and low. I don’t care whether you are the dragons or other races, those who touch the ones under my protection can expect my fury to rain down from above!”

Long Chang Tian remains silent during all of this with only his eyes making a strange light as Dragony’s image reflected in those pupils.

“Furthermore, Dragony is only a late bloomer, she is not stupid! No one can insult her as a fool! If I catch wind of this again then you know your ending!”

Not everyone may be able to perceive the “late bloomer” phrase, however, they most definitely understood the threat in the latter part of Bai Yan’s sentence.

Being enemies with her is the same as being the enemy of the king! As if we are that stupid to shorten our own lifespan!

Grinning right up to his nose now, Di Cang was enjoying every aspect of his wife’s dominance to the point where he couldn’t resist making a grab for her body. Sweeping his fingers across that fine silky hair, the man’s demeanor could only be called spoiled.

“Do you all understand that? My wife’s word is the same as mine!”

Likely the result of the demon king’s appearance, none were able to protest the idea. In fact, their heads were now lowered than ever before like they are confronting two demon kings instead of a queen.

“Yan Yan, we are wasting too much time here, we should… it’s our wedding night.”

Bai Yan’s heart trembled over that last bit.

Since that day in the field of flowers, she had more than once tried to go through a union with Di Cang. Sadly, whenever they did so, the same scenes from the battlefield would emerge again, causing the happy occasion to cut off repeatedly.

“Don’t worry, I only want to hold you during our sleep.” Moving his fingers away from the hair and onto that chin, Di Cang’s touch brought a fuzzy tingle to the woman in his possession: “If you don’t want to yet then I won’t force you.”