Looking at the person in front of him, Luo Yuan's eyes were full of deep attachment. At this moment, his eyes were red and his eyes gathered on Zhiyang, and he could not believe what she had just said.

"Azhi...you say it again?"

Luo Yuan's voice trembled, he held Zhiyang's arms tightly with both hands, his expression surged, waiting for Zhiyang's words.

Looking at Luo Yuan's nervous look, Zhiyang couldn't help but curl his lips and smiled, raised his arms gently, and wrapped around Luo Yuan's neck. His willow-like eyebrows slightly raised, and the smile in his eyes could no longer be hidden. His red lips moved slightly and kept approaching Luo Yuan's lips, "Divine Lord Luo Yuan, from now on, you will be locked in the Temple of Qi by me every day. Are you willing?"

Zhiyang's voice was not loud, but every word was filled with the charm of a fox, and every sentence was bewitching Luo Yuan's heart. The two were very close, and their breath hit each other's faces, with a little warmth.

The lust in his eyes was constantly magnifying, and Luo Yuan's hands were holding Zhiyang's thin willow-like waist at some point, and the distance was constantly getting closer...

Luo Yuan could no longer control the most primitive desire in his heart. He hugged her in his arms and kissed her gently on her lips, seeking her tenderness and comfort.

At this moment, Zhiyang felt it, and his hand that surrounded his neck couldn't help but tighten a little, responding to him warmly.

Her lips were so sweet that Luo Yuan could not quit. It was like being poisoned by the poison. He could not leave him for the rest of his life.

The lips gradually separated, and the flush on Zhiyang's face seemed to be a little stronger, his chest was undulating, and he was breathing gently. He was sweating heavily on Luo Yuan's forehead, tightly pressing against Zhiyang's forehead. The two of them breathed and blended, and even touched the tip of their noses.

“Aren’t I really dreaming?”

Zhiyang smiled softly and responded softly with a strong nasal voice, "It's not a dream, after today, you are my husband..."

When these last two words were spoken, Zhiyang's voice was extremely small, and his eyes kept flowing, and he did not dare to look directly at Luo Yuan. He looked like a bride sitting in a red tent. His newlywed husband lifted his veil, with joy and shyness on his face.

Luo Yuan's eyes sank, and with a wave of his hand, the white clothes on Zhiyang's body still turned into wedding clothes on the clothes rack.

The red fabric sets off Zhiyang's skin, which is particularly fair. The golden thread outlines a golden dragon and a ten fox on the clothes. The dark flowers and waves of the golden thread are all lifelike. The long hair spreading behind it is still combed into a bun at this moment. At some point, Luo Yuan's body is still replaced with the same wedding dress as Zhiyang. When Luo Yuan met Zhiyang in red, he was delighted on his face and gently brought it to Zhiyang from the dark part of his arms.

"What do you mean?"

Looking at the red outfits on the two of them, Zhiyang asked with some expectation in his eyes, staring at Luo Yuan's face.

At this moment, Luo Yuan had been calculating in his mind for how long he had been in his mind. How many midnight dreams had he seen Zhiyang like this, and now he finally realized his dream.

Looking at the shy Zhiyang in front of him, Luo Yuan curled his lips and smiled, and directly picked up Zhiyang in the waist.

Zhiyang was a little scared by this action, and he stroked his hands on Luo Yuan's chest, with surprise in his eyes, staring at Luo Yuan tightly.

"Don't worry, the emperor and the empress, we still have time."

Looking at the person in his arms, Luo Yuan's face was always smiling. His business was not big, but every word in Zhiyang's ears was extremely ambiguous. Zhiyang's face turned red with shame and did not dare to look at him.

Zhiyang is also looking forward to the arrival of today. Not to mention the future, just relying on the 20,000 years of knowing each other, I have experienced too much and encountered too much. It is a pleasure to endure until today.

Her pretty face was buried in Luo Yuan's arms, "Everything is the only one who depends on your husband..."

"Husband..."

These two simple words instantly defeated all Luo Yuan's defense line, and his eyes were locked on Zhiyang. In his eyes, there was a blazing fire, and he gently placed Zhiyang on the couch.

The red candle tent was covered with a layer of red halo.

Looking quietly at the person beneath him, Luo Yuan felt more attached to him.

The eyes of the two were each other. Zhiyang took the courage to hug his waist, buried his head in his chest, and saw that as he heard the man's heartbeat, his fair face dyed red.

"A Yuan, after getting married, we will be together forever and never be separated again."

"Well, we will naturally not be separated for generations."

Luo Yuan smiled and kissed Zhiyang's forehead, and the breath that belonged to him came towards him.

"Tonight, you can't escape."

Zhiyang's body was so hot that it seemed that the whole person had turned into a pool of water in Luoyuan's seed. Below was the coldness of Tiansili, but above the body was the man's body.

All emotions are endlessly exaggerated.

She never thought that her body would become the whole body, with a layer of water vapor covering her eyes, and she hooked Luo Yuan's neck helplessly, her cheeks flushed, and even her breathing began to be unsmooth.

Luo Yuansheng is beautiful, with his eyebrows and eyes as picturesque as a knife, and his temples are like cuts. Under his face, there is the deep love in his eyes, which makes Zhiyang obsessed with it.

The red candle is burning, the lights are shattering, everything is silent...

"What? Not found yet?"

On the hall of the Nine Heavens, Yingsu was wearing a black robe, her eyes closed slightly, and she lay on the hall with great contempt.

"It's... the people sent to encircle and suppress the underworld, but none of them were found."

An unknown immortal was kneeling in the hall, trembling unconsciously, and the sweat on his forehead had already flowed down like a waterfall.

"Why are there any other abnormal movements in the underworld?"

"No...no."

Ying Su's eyes opened, with some carelessness between her eyebrows, "What else do you know?"

"Don't worry, your highness, Xiaoxian has been staring at the underworld. If there is any problem, report it to Your Highness as soon as possible."

The little fairy kneeling in the hall quietly raised her eyes to Ying Su who was above her. She couldn't see her displeasure. The little fairy breathed a sigh of relief.

Ying Su glanced at her eyes, her face was without any expression, and she was dressed in black, but she had a different style.

"Come here."

The green fingers were gently hooked, and the red on the fingertips seemed to be fascinating and could not be refused.

Although I don’t know what Yingsu means, this little fairy can only follow Yingsu’s words and do what she says.

Get up from the ground, bent down, lowered his head, and walked towards Yingsu with a trembling pace.

"Are you afraid of me like that?"

Looking at this timid look, Ying Su couldn't help but feel annoyed, and his words became cold, and another pressure came.

"Xiaoxian dare not..."

Before the little fairy could finish his words, a ball of black gas swept across his body instantly, and a sense of suffocation continued to surround him.

The immortal's eyes were frightened, his eyes widened, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot. Under the sweeping of black air, he lost his breath without struggling for a few times.

"Hmph, I, Yingsu, will never leave a waste!"
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