Chapter 145: Son of the Return · 16

Falling in Dongling's arms, Ye Chen's heart thumped. She struggled to get up, but she was pushed directly on the bed, rolled over and pressed up.
Ye Chen reached out to push him, and Dong Ling held her hand.
"Ye Chen," he whispered to her ear, "I may need your help."
They were close, and her reaction was clear to her. Although this is a good thing that has been said for a long time, Ye Chen doesn't know what to do. He always feels succumbed to being cheated.
"Emperor," she blushed, avoiding Dongling's fine kisses, and confirmed again: "Do you really don't understand these ?!"
After listening to this, Dongling's movements paused, and he looked up at her with serious eyes: "Before you, I hardly ever had any contact with the fairy. I have never said as much to you as the fairy."
"Ye Chen," he raised her hand and brushed her hair, her face softly: "You are different. I've never been the only one."
Ye Chen didn't speak. She felt that her heart was softened into autumn water, and she told herself not to indulge. However, this person said these words, but she had a strange impulse to die.
She restrained herself, but she calmly pretended: "Since the emperor is indeed a blank piece of paper, I can only make up my mind."
Dongling chuckled loudly and gently squeezed his hands: "Then here the King thanked Dao You for his generous devotion."
The two rolled from sunrise to sunset, and then from sunset to sunrise the next day. When they woke up, they stuck together, and when they were sleepy, they slept. When Shaohua Wenchang Ziwei and others came, it was already four days later.
Ye Chen felt the breath of Shaohua and others from afar, and hurriedly pushed Dongling against her and whispered, "Emperor, someone is here."
Tangling was dissatisfied and raised his head. During the speech, anxious voice from Shaohua came out: "Dongling, how are you?"
"Outside waiting."
Dongling spoke with a cold voice, Shaohua froze for a while, and heard a rustling voice inside. After a while, a group of people heard Dongling's gentle voice faintly: "You sleep for a while, I will come back soon . "
"You don't need to pick them up, and they don't want to see you. I'll be enough."
"Okay, I'll buy you a roast duck. Go to sleep first. It was too long last night. You sleep a little longer. I will come back ..."
"Okay, then it's no more troublesome ..."
Tangling obviously got up early, but has been talking to Ye Chen. Shaohua and others stood outside, staring at the bottom of their feet with their eyes and ears, motionless.
After a while, a group of people heard the door open, and then saw that Dongling raised his hand and set up a barrier, and then slammed it, closing the door.
He was wearing a white robe, his hair was scattered, and he was sitting in the room with air conditioning, and said stiffly: "Sit."
"That, disturbing your good deeds, we apologize ..."
After holding back for a long time, Ziwei spoke first, and Dongling raised an eyebrow and sneered: "Do you also know?"
Ziwei stopped talking and took a step back, hiding behind Shaohua.
"Cough, the Spring Festival is worth a lot of money, especially if you are just starting out, I know," Wenchang nodded with a face of "a deep understanding", "I understand."
"You can shut up." Dong Lingguo broke his mouth and swept an eye knife. Wenchang quickly made a gesture of covering his mouth and took a step back.
Tangling set his eyes on the frontmost Shaohua, and took up the tea ceremony: "You better give me a reason not to hit you."
"We have been brothers for so many years ..." Shaohua said immediately, and Tangling said directly: "I'm running out of mess for you ?!"
The rest of Shaohua's words were plugged back into his mouth. He had wanted to cry again, but he suddenly remembered that Tangling had grown into a celestial being in these years ... Oh no, hegemony, he accounted for a large part of the reason .
Over half of the group fights played by Tanglin in recent years helped three of them.
Although he also enjoys it himself, Shaohua is not innocent, he coughed and said: "Do n’t be so irritable, young man, a drop of fine and ten drops of blood, just opened the meat and leisurely ..."
"Have you ever finished?"
Tangling interrupted him and Shaohua's illusion that he wanted to continue talking was eliminated. He took a deep breath and finally returned to the topic: "Are you all right?"
"No."
"I'm not talking about your body," Shaohua sat on the edge of Dongling and frowned, "I mean the one you sealed."
At that time, the Demon God could not beheaded, and Dongling simply used himself as a container to install the Demon God.
The Demon God, like Mo Wuxie, was a mortal who was born in the yin and yin months and yin and yin and yin days. He was very clever after soaring. He hadn't appeared in this world. He secretly practiced. So even if his qualifications were ordinary at first, he finally became a helpless world.
Fortunately, there is Dongling in the heaven. Although Dongling could not kill him, he also locked him up.
After all, he was born by the magic energy catalysis. This time Tangling sucked Mo Wuxie's magic energy into his body. The most worrying thing is that these magic energy awakened the sealed demon and stirred up the madness.
Tangling didn't speak, and Shaohua clapped, "Is something wrong? I knew it would happen!"
"Don't talk nonsense."
Tangling finally couldn't help but say: "It's because it's okay, I don't know how to tell you."
"It's okay ... then observe first." Shaohua considered carefully: "Don't worry too much."
"Ok."
Tangling nodded and said, "What next?"
"The next thing, I'm here to send the invitation."
With that in mind, Shaohua took out a post from his sleeve and solemnly said: "A peach feast once every three thousand years, let's enjoy a face this time."