The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 88 On the Fairy Way (55)

"From now on, I will be your husband."

After drinking the wine, the young man took off the swaying and gorgeous phoenix crown for Sui Ling, his eyes were deep, his warm breath sprayed his ears, and his hoarse voice was filled with the satisfaction of getting his wish.

"Ah."

Sui Ling's voice was cold, and the red candle was lightly shaking, lightly shining on the bottom of the girl's amber eyes, and those beautiful long and narrow phoenix eyes were full of youthful figures.

Mo Tang was a little disturbed by Sui Ling's eyes, the end of his eyes was full of bright red, he bullied him, his eyes were filled with thick love, his movements were gentle and tender, he clasped the hot palm on the girl's waist and held her Take it into your arms.

"Master."

Mo Tang was calling her, pious and offensive.

"I am here."

"Miss..."

At the deepest part of the emotion, Mo Tang murmured in a low voice, with his hands resting on the girl's sides, his blood-red eyes fixed on Sui Ling's eyes, filled with nostalgia filled with desire, he leaned over, his voice hoarse.

He was calling her again, and Sui Ling took the trouble to answer over and over again with the intertwined hot breaths of the two.

The red gauze on the couch is light, the red wax tears are dripping down slowly, the candles are flickering, and the dim light illuminates the room with a beautiful spring.

Only Qing Yi, Luo Mingyun and Banxia are the only ones who have friendship in Xuandanzong and can go to the bridal chamber.

Seeing the young man's icy eyes, Qing Yi chose to be cowardly, not daring to risk his life to make trouble in Mo Tang's bridal chamber.

It's cool to disturb others for a while, but it's troublesome to find someone to play afterwards.

And Luo Mingyun didn't have the spirit to take the lead in making trouble, even if Qing Yi didn't plan to go, she wouldn't even plan to make trouble in the bridal chamber.

Needless to say, Ban Xia, she wished Sui Ling and Mo Tang could get together sooner, not to mention making trouble, it's a good thing she didn't drug them both.

So Mo Tang happily spent the night of Spring Festival with Sui Ling.

The next morning.

Sui Ling was imprisoned in Mo Tang's arms, turned over, slowly opened her eyes, raised her hand to glance at the messy marks on her white arm, and sighed helplessly.

Feeling some dryness in her throat, Sui Ling pushed away Mo Tang's hand on her waist, trying to turn over and get out of bed.

The person next to her was awakened, and stretched out her hand to pull back Sui Ling's movement of getting out of bed, hugged her even tighter, and said in a hoarse and lazy voice, "What's wrong?"

Sui Ling who was pulled back: "..."

Sui Ling rubbed the center of her brows, showing a smile that could not be angry, and her clear and moist voice was a little hoarse due to her dry throat, "Water."

Just this sound was enough to make Mo Tang's drowsiness disappear. He stroked Suiling's hair lovingly, and went to the table to pour water for her.

After pouring the water, he personally helped her up again, acting cautiously, as if she was a fragile porcelain doll.

Sui Ling pursed her lips, watching his movements indifferently.

Let him go, anyway, it's not that she's tired.

Sui Ling leaned against the head of the bed, yawned lazily, drank water from a porcelain cup, her soft blue silk was draped over the white obscene clothes, her whole body was as cold as snow.

Last night, Mo Tang hugged her and washed her afterwards, so she shouldn't bother.

"Miss."

Mo Tang moved closer to Sui Ling's side, the corners of her crimson lips curled up, she smiled and her eyes sparkled.

Sui Ling raised her eyes and gave him a cold look. She didn't really want to answer, but she pursed her lips under his hot gaze and gave a faint "hmm".

"Miss."

"Miss."

Mo Tang hugged Sui Ling, and repeated it over and over again, with a smile on his face, and a dense sense of pain occupying the bottom of his heart.

Sui Ling was fascinated by his smile, and she bent her lips very shallowly. The delicate side face lost the alienation of the past, and was as warm as jade.

The mess in the room was cleaned up by Mo Tang himself. Suiling usually doesn't like to get up early, and she won't get up at this time.

Lying lazily on the bed, he glanced at the young man who was getting dressed and was about to go out, and said lightly, "Remember to take the antidote."

Mo Tang bent down and kissed the corner of the girl's lips, with a doting voice, "Got it."

The second day of the wedding was Sui Ling's birthday, and the joy of Xuan Danzong had not faded away, and red silk was hanging high on the branches.

Ban Xia organized the banquet and directed the people Mo Tang bought to arrange the seats in an orderly manner.

With her white and tender little hands behind her back, she walked around in small steps, making corrections when she encountered something unreasonable, and her dark green hair swayed disobediently with the girl's shaking head.

Looking at all the perfect scenes, Ban Xia's cute little face raised a satisfied smile, raised her hands and clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

She promised to hold a big birthday party for Master Ling, so she must try her best to do it the best!
Mo Tang was cooking longevity noodles for Sui Ling in the kitchen. Looking at the steam in the pot, he lowered his eyes with complicated emotions.

After Mo Tang knew that Suiling was not the original Qing Suiling, he once asked her about her birthday.

The girl seemed to have not celebrated her birthday for a long time, she tilted her head and thought about it, and then slowly revealed Qing Suiling's birthday.

Mo Tang didn't really believe it. After questioning it again, he successfully got Sui Ling's indifferent eyes of believing it or not.

There is no way, Mo Tang can only choose to believe that his girl must celebrate her birthday.

Sui Ling was forced to be pulled up by Mo Tang after lying down until the sun was high. She wanted to stay on the bed, but Pinellia outside the door was still calling her.

Rubbing the center of her brows helplessly, she asked Mo Tang to wait for her to get up with a cold face.

Mo Tang was also happy, bent his lips happily to dress and wash Sui Ling, and worked hard without complaint.

When Sui Ling arrived at the banquet, everyone who was supposed to come had already taken their seats.

Sui Ling followed behind Ban Xia expressionlessly, took Mo Tang's hand and walked up to the main seat.

Lazily propping his face, his brows and eyes were cold and distant, and his eyes swept down casually.

There are a lot of new faces, presumably they all came to Xuandanzong to apprentice before, and Qing Yi was accepted as a disciple.

She should have looked away with just one glance, but a familiar figure came into Sui Ling's eyes.

The girl raised her eyebrows lightly, and tapped the back of her hand casually. Unlike the sleeves that were rolled up casually in the past, the snow-white clothes were tightly pulled to the wrists, covering the ambiguous and unfading bruises.

Yu Mingjue?

he woke up...

Sui Ling looked at the weak figure standing behind Luo Mingyun, with interest in her eyes.

At this time, Yu Minjue's face was still as pale as paper, his eyebrows were lowered, and he tightly pulled Luo Mingyun's sleeve.

Sensing Sui Ling's gaze, Luo Mingyun turned sideways, pointed at Yu Minjue, and said silently, "Wake up."

Sui Ling saw her mouth shape clearly, nodded slightly, and then turned her gaze to other places.

Even if the hero wakes up, it doesn't matter to her.

It was still Qing Yi who presided over the speech.

He is obviously not that elegant towards his own family, with a friendly smile and a casual look, "Today is the suzerain's birthday, most of you are new here, remember that we are all from the same clan, don't be restrained, have fun, have fun If you are happy, the suzerain will be happy, do you think so, suzerain?"

Under Qing Yi's eyes begging to "give me some face", Sui Ling evoked a faint smile and nodded slightly.

There are also gifts for Sui Ling later, but they are all within their means.

Both Luo Mingyun and Qing Yi told them that Sui Ling is very indifferent to wealth, so don't try to use this method to seek personal gain.

(End of this chapter)