Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

Peach Blossom Island is warm all year round, and the wind from the southeast is tidal, and after being washed by the sun, it becomes warm and refreshing.

He Yan looked up and took a long breath, and put her hands behind her head.The person sitting upright beside him sensed his movement, leaned over to look over, rested his fingers on his forehead, and gently stroked his hair that was a little disheveled by the wind.

His husband has always liked arranging his clothes and appearance, especially fondling or brushing or brushing his hair, as if he likes the kind of intimacy that is similar to domination and care.

He Yan also likes it very much.

It's very similar to birds preening their feathers for their partners. Zhuo Yujun does the action, which is noble and reserved. It is different from the mingling and lingering between bed brothers, and it is another kind of concise intimacy.

They looked at each other quietly and talked one after another.

Hang Che said: "Do you still remember saying that the dowry to marry you is ready?"

"Oh? So you prepared this small island full of peach blossoms for me? It's a big deal." He Yan chuckled and sucked Hang Che's finger that passed by his lips, "So, I It's the owner of the island."

Ever since He Yan woke up, Hang Che's smile was obviously more than before, just being sucked like this, Zhuo Yujun actually curled the corners of his lips, and there was an obvious smile in his voice: "Well, are you Island owner, I am the island owner's husband."

He Yan was dazzled by Hang Che's beautiful and quiet smile, she opened her lips slightly in a daze, and Hang Che's finger touched down with his wife's body fluid.

It was always like this, as long as they leaned against each other like this, and didn't make excessive movements, the atmosphere would become viscous and ambiguous inexplicably.

This is the love of people who love each other deeply, after they connect with each other.

He Yan raised her head slightly, followed her husband's fingers, half of her face was pressed against his fingers and palm, his heart felt fluffy for a while, and her voice was unconsciously soft: "Yao Xian, you have waited for me for five years, you will not be able to wait for me for five years. doing what?"

Hang Che looked at He Yan silently, his fingers slowly moved down from the corner of He Yan's forehead, stroked the unruly browbones, lingered in the corner of the eyes and made a circle, and then went down, the palm wrapped the line of He Yan's side face, The thumb rests on the corner of He Yan's mouth.

He swallowed lightly, and his beautiful Adam's apple slipped.

---

Even though he has kissed countless times, he still has a strong and lasting desire for his wife. He wants to kiss him, hug him, untie his hair and hold it in his hands, take off his clothes layer by layer, and put his Clinging tightly to my bosom, I wanted to possess him, to feel his life, vigor and tightness.

Even if he rushed into the deepest part of his body, he would still sigh over and over again.

Strongly worry about gains and losses, even if you are fully entering and possessing, you will be afraid of losing your wife again tomorrow.

Afraid of losing, afraid of being separated, afraid that his Yan'er would never wake up again... afraid that his wife would go on the road of no return alone again.

The immortal monarch of the Hang family should be calm and unhurried, and he should take a leisurely walk in the garden when he is on the top of Mount Tai.

Before he found He Yan, he was able to do it, and he did it very well. He was a model of the fairy king of the Hang family.He has never been afraid of anything since he was a child holding the Flowing Frost Sword. Even in the face of monsters that are several times his size, he can still meticulously maintain the demeanor of a fairy king.

The movements are elegant and the temperament is calm.

If you have to say what he is afraid of...

Before He Yan, there really wasn't.

After having He Yan, she has a weakness and a weakness.

He fears guilt.

In his opinion, being afraid of your wife is not ashamed, but it is worth showing off.When he wrote down his only record in "Thinking Over Bodies" back then, "receiving his wife's punishment", his heart was filled with secret joy.

The Xianjun of the Hang family can't be disrespectful, and he can't tell people everywhere that "he is very happy that his wife punished him", but he can write it.

"September [-]th, Hang Che, receive his wife's punishment" - a concise statement, but the emotion inside is so emotional that he almost told the whole world: Look, my wife has punished me, pay more attention to me.

At that time, he was eager to prove that Zhuo Yujun's discord between husband and wife was all a rumor.Husband and wife love each other deeply from generation to generation in the Hang family. He Zhuo Yujun did not fall behind, did not lose face to his ancestors, and he was the only one who received his wife’s punishment—the reason why a wife would punish her husband must be very nervous. , what could be more loving than this.

---

Thinking of this, Hang Che became more emotional, bowed his head, and kissed the corner of He Yan's mouth.

Licking lightly, the lady opened her lips slightly in cooperation, and he sucked the sweet body fluid with a little force, breathing staggered, the lady turned her lips slightly apart, and he kissed into the lady's lips bit by bit in an orderly manner , Hold on, drive straight in.

Under He Yan was a tree of peach blossoms, their cultivation base was very high, even on the fragile and shaking crown, they were as flat as the ground.

He Yan kept her hands resting on her head, raised her head, raised her chin, and squinted her eyes in response to Hang Che.

Since He Yan woke up, they had to entangle each other until they were satisfied before falling asleep every night. They often greeted the twilight morning light in the interweaving of beauty, held each other's flushed faces, and kissed deeply Let's go to sleep together.

It's only noon, but in fact they did it a few hours ago, maybe it was too affectionate or maybe the body was still very sensitive after having sex at night, He Yan was already emotionally moved after a little intimate contact.

He Yan showed her throat unpreparedly, revealing the protruding bone peak at the front of her collarbone. His clothes were put on by her husband when he got up, and they were very neat. At this moment, no more skin was exposed.However, where it is normally exposed, the bone peak of the collarbone, the throat, and a large area of ​​skin on the neck are covered with deep or shallow hickey marks.

Some were from last night, some were from the night before, some were from earlier, and some were newly planted when I woke up.

The exposed place is still like this, the scenery under the clothes is unimaginable...

Thinking of this, He Yan turned her head slightly, avoiding Hang Che's kiss, coughed twice funny, and hummed in a low voice from the bottom of her throat: "Mr. Zhuoyu, you have chosen such an island so far away, and you have placed a complicated island. When you come to the perverted ban, do you want to do it in every place on the island without being disturbed by anyone?"

Hang Che said solemnly: "Since Madam has such an idea, it is natural for her husband to accompany her."

"Which is my idea? Don't bully me, I can't talk about you when I read books." He Yan squinted her eyes and raised her eyes, glowing with a thin red that looks good when she is in love. God, under the tree, by the pool, on the grass, on the top of the mountain, you want me regardless of the occasion, but I never refuse you, no matter what, I am the one who will accompany you."

Hang Che looked deeply at his wife, lingering in the corner of her eyes with his fingertips: "Then do you want to be on the tree today?"

He Yan used to speak with her eyes squinted before, but when she heard this laziness, she opened her eyes halfway, and in the posture of resting her arms on her pillow, she opened her body without fear, and looked at Hang Che playfully.

This kind of posture is willful and full of provocation, which will make all living beings surrender involuntarily, and will also arouse the strong desire to conquer in the bones of the truly strong.And when he rolled his eyes, he looked softly at his husband with a smile on his face, and looked extremely charming.

Hang Che lowered his body slowly, put his arms on He Yan's shoulders, pressed his forehead and asked again, "Yan'er, do you want it?"

The corners of He Yan's mouth curled up, she raised her chin slightly, and kissed Hang Che lightly on the lips. Seeing the watery light in Hang Che's eyes suddenly, he said with a smirk: "Do you think I want to give up?" ?”

The next moment, his shoulders were picked up by her husband, and he was hugged tightly into his arms, his lips were tightly pressed, and the forceful kiss blocked his breathing, and his body inevitably lost strength, and his upper body was held by her husband's powerful arms. , His cool and unrestrained pillow wrapped his hands around the back of Hang Che's neck docilely, and one of his hands behind him sneaked into Hang Che's neckline, and stuffed all the peach blossoms he grabbed in his palm into Hang Che's collar.

Hang Che let him play tricks, poking in with one hand from his front.

They were very understanding, at the same time, He Yan stretched her hands down from the back of Hang Che's neck, and parted them with the placket on both sides. Hang Che's beautiful shoulders were exposed, and the peach blossoms slid from the back to the front of the chest, sticking to the sweat when he was emotional. Seeing this scene in the chaotic kiss, He Yan's eyes darkened, and she tore off Hang Che's lapels completely.

At the same time, his own skirt has also been separated.

He Yan's gaze was from bottom to top, and seeing under the blue sky and white clouds, Hang Che, whose skin was covered with peach blossoms, was as beautiful as a fairy who had descended into the mortal world. She just felt that she was really lucky in her life to have such an extremely beautiful person.

And he couldn't see how delicious he was at this time.

Every part of the skin under his parted skirt is green and red traces of being warmly loved, as if his whole body is full of peach blossoms, and under him is a tree of burning peach blossoms, and he is surrounded by a sea of ​​bright red peach blossoms. In the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, it seems that all the flowers have been sucked out.

The corners of his eyes were crimson, his lips were rosy, both places were glowing with water, his clothes were stripped, his body was covered with a thin layer of red, his sweat was also shining with water, he was hugged naked in the arms of his husband.

Even though his body was so sensitive that he trembled slightly, he still did not forget to untie his husband's belt, being entangled by him, Hang Che had to put him down in order to cooperate with him in taking off his clothes.Hang Che spread the clothes of the two on the canopy of the tree, and applied spiritual power to spread a soft mat on the canopy, then picked up He Yan, and stared at each other.

Ripples appeared in Hang Che's eyes, like a lake in spring being blown by drizzle and covered with peach blossoms.He Yan indulged in his gaze, and sent herself forward impatiently.

Hang Che's hand went around from the back of his waist, and then went down to insert a finger.

He Yan's body was already very used to his entry, and one finger was accepted without any resistance. When the second finger entered, it was already wet inside and began to twist and hold. Hang Che still patiently expanded to the third finger. Finger, He Yan arched her body impatiently and raised her waist.

Hang Che knew every part of his wife's body and all the physical reactions like the back of his hand. He lingered with his other hand on his wife's waist, stroking it all the way along the waistline, and brought He Yan a series of trembling and tightening like electric shocks as he wished. And gritted teeth moan.

Sinking down, entering He Yan's body, being tightly wrapped by the private part, Hang Che breathed out heavily, and said, "Yan'er, I love you."

While He Yan was in a state of confusion, he still did not forget what he wanted to ask. He repeated: "These five years have been hard for you."

"It's not bitter," Hang Che said without moving, staying in He Yan's body, holding his wife's waist with one hand and holding her shoulders with the other, "as long as you're still here, it's not bitter."

Compared to my previous life when I saw Liang Yao's bloody corpse, compared to my 24 years of searching aimlessly and hopelessly in this world, compared to my time and time again thinking that Liang Yao would not wait for me to leave me alone. Compared with Lou Bugui and me saying goodbye to my words and going to die, compared with Hang Qingwang's despair and sorrow when he was powerless and unable to change the ending, these five years are not bitter.

I can see you every day, I can touch you, I can kiss you, I can hear your breath, I can keep the unruly you by my side, wait five years, what is it?

We'll have many years to come - how lucky I am to finally be heading towards a common ending with you.

They just looked at each other like this, they already had enough tacit understanding that they didn't need to speak out, they knew each other in their hearts, He Yan moved her body, rubbing against Hang Che's heat.Hang Che's gaze suddenly deepened, and he moved forward until he reached a very familiar point. He Yan suddenly tightened his eyes, and He Yan broke down and let out a long moan.

Any husband who sees his wife's demeanor can no longer keep the Lingtai clear. Mr. Zhuoyu was twisted by his wife so that he could no longer care about his rules. He hugged his wife from light to heavy, from slow to urgent, shaking firmly and forcefully stand up.

The person under him is the incense wearer who can dominate the cultivation world, but at this moment, this person who can turn his hands into clouds and rain is opening his legs for him, accepting his invasion, trembling and bearing, Dominated by him, moaning in collapse and even shouting unbearably, the most private place convulsed and writhed and secreted body fluid for him, let him enter deeper and harder each time, and swallowed his semen completely.

Flesh and blood.

His wife gradually smelled of him, the cold fragrance of plum and ink on the skin can be smelled even after taking a bath, the traces of her husband's mark on the skin are old and new intertwined - this is my wife - Hang Che is crazy thought.

If Lou Lang, the envoy wearing incense, is the tyrant of the cultivation world, then Hang Che is He Yan's tyrant.

Autocratic, dedicated, persistent to terrible.

The position they are in and the world they face cannot tolerate any weakness.

When He Yan was an envoy wearing incense, she was tough, powerful, reckless, and regardless of the cost to the world, while Hang Che, as his husband, did not allow him to resist, nor allowed him to evade and possess him.

They are all tyrants.

Climbing to the top together again, He Yan shed tears unconsciously, glowing in the spring light.

Hang Che kissed his wife's tears and sweat little by little, and finally kissed the corner of He Yan's eyes and said, "Are you tired?"

He Yan smiled frivolously: "Am I, He Yan, a person who gets tired?"

Hang Che looked at his wife seriously, his eyes darkened, and he said in a dangerous voice: "Are you questioning your husband's ability?"

He Yan still smiled, panting softly and said: "Husband, you should kill me."

"That's what you said." Hang Che looked at his wife seriously, and said in a deep voice, "Yan'er."

He Yan turned around, and the two of them reversed their positions. He sat on Hang Che, lowered his head, held Hang Che's lips, and moved by himself.

So I did this until the afternoon, until He Yan was pressed under Hang Che again, and begged for mercy no longer, and finally even cried out "Yaoxian" over and over again, which pulled my husband's rationality a little return.

The white dragon horse not far away didn't dare to take a breath. It just followed curiously when its master heard about the dowry. As a dowry, it felt that there was nothing wrong with coming to hear about the dowry.But why can't you leave after you come?He stepped into the hole dug by the nasty hare and got stuck between the horse's legs and couldn't move forward or back.

It is really a poor dowry horse, brought to this island by my uncle with great importance, and has become the only creature with spiritual consciousness on the island.In the past five years, my uncle went to see if it had returned to the stable every night. During the rest of the time, it was just walking around alone in the shape of a horse. The familiar rabbits, butterflies and bees are companions.This is still tolerable, the most intolerable thing is that since the master woke up, it will always bump into the master and uncle doing that kind of thing in various places.

Looking at it like this, it is very worried that its horse's eyes will go blind.

Thinking of it this way, it misses its little master who shared the same troubles and sorrows with him—Master Xie visits his master every year, and by the way, he will accompany him. When will he be able to come this year?

After washing in the hot spring on the island, He Yan lay on Hang Che's lap, the two of them sat and lay down one by one, looking at the sky quietly.

As long as they stay together, they can't help but touch each other, it has nothing to do with lust, it's just that the body instinctively wants to rub each other's ears.Hang Che rubbed the back of He Yan's neck, the incense stick was pressed very comfortably, He Yan's whole body seemed to be electrified, her muscles and veins were unblocked, and she felt refreshed.

He Yan was about to fall asleep comfortably, thought of something, grabbed Hang Che's left hand that was hugging his shoulder, looked at his left wrist, then grabbed the right hand that was kneading the incense stick, looked at his right wrist again, and stroked Hang Che with his fingertips Deep scars on both wrists, softly said: "Does it still hurt?"

Hang Che said: "It didn't hurt at all."

How could it not hurt? For the past five years, Hang Che cut his wrists every day to feed him blood. In order to prevent the wound from healing so that he could feed him blood at any time, both of Hang Che's wrists were cut deeply.

This is the hand holding the sword and the pen. It hurts the wrist. What a pity and how painful it is.

So when he woke up, he saw that Hang Che was reading a book instead of writing. After a period of time, he could barely pick up the pen again. He didn't know how long it would take before the hand holding the pen returned to its original state Before, there was no trembling.

Hang Che seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said lightly: "It really doesn't hurt, and I'm not a mortal. I have a whole body of cultivation to resist it, so how can it hurt?"

"But I hurt..." He Yan's voice choked up, "My heart hurts. Actually, you don't have to feed me blood, I can wake up with enough blood myself."

Hang Che caressed He Yan's face, and said seriously: "It really doesn't hurt, it can make you wake up earlier, cutting some blood is really nothing."

Physical pain is really nothing compared to the pain of waiting.

He Yan's eyes were sour, and she blinked quickly, trying to hold back her soreness.

Hang Che said softly above him: "Besides, I'm thinking, if you drink my blood, you will have my blood in your body. If you drink too much, maybe one day, you can use my blood."

He Yan couldn't help laughing: "Did you miss all the books you read in Lin Yun's life? Blood type doesn't change with diet..."

Hang Che said solemnly: "Science can't explain the fact that we can travel through and cultivate the truth. Since we can come to this world, I am willing to believe in some unscientific things. For example, if you drink my blood, my semen ejaculates in your body, As long as we exchange enough bodily fluids, one day, maybe our blood will be close."

He Yan was slightly startled and said, "Zhuo Yujun, can you not be so sanctimonious when you talk about ejaculation?"

Hang Che didn't change his face, and said more seriously: "I also thought, if I ejaculated enough, would you still be able to conceive my child?"

He Yan was immediately happy: "The more you talk, the more exaggerated you are."

Hang Che looked solemn and serious, held He Yan's face in his hands, stared at it, and said word by word: "It's about you, about our future, no matter how much I think about it, it's not an exaggeration."

He Yan was moved again.

There is fresh green grass under him, and a steamy hot spring beside him. He remembered the first time he saw Hang Che undressing by the hot spring under the moonlight, as if he was a virgin, as if he was a fairy; he remembered Lin Yun's clear and terrified scene when he first came to Liang's house Eyes, those eyes looked at Liang Yao carefully and tried to show good intentions; I remembered Hang Xin standing in the courtyard of the other garden, looking up at Lou Lang quietly and persistently.

Thinking of these, He Yan's heart felt soft and sore.

He Yan reached out and took out a kit from the pocket of Hang Che's loosely tied coat.

Hang Che wanted to snatch it back, but he avoided it with a wave of his hand, sat up slightly from Hang Che's lap, leaned on Hang Che's chest instead, stared into Hang Che's eyes, and untied the kit in his hand.

It was rare to see that the base of Hang Che's ears turned red, and he looked away unnaturally.

He Yan slowly took out a handful of hair and two tightly overlapped pieces of paper from the kit.

He Yan asked: "When did you start getting these hairs?"

Hang Che's eyes fell on a certain place unconsciously, and he said softly, "When I combed your hair for the first time."

He Yan remembered that not long after he entered Hang's house, he was looking for a collection of poems in Hang Che's study. Care about it, only now did I know that Hang Che was collecting the hair that fell off when he combed his hair, and that time he even used "asking love" cruelly to Hang Che.

...Now that I think about it, my heart aches.

At that time, Hang Che collected only a few hairs in one palm, but now he has collected a small handful. He Yan held the hair that was carefully tied with a red string, and her eyes were a little hot.

Really, I was made to cry a few times, and my lacrimal glands almost stopped listening to me.

With trembling fingers, he spread out the two pieces of paper - it was their marriage contract.

One for each person, both of which are at Hang Che's place, and Hang Che keeps them close to him.

He remembered that when the marriage contract was signed in Wuliang Valley, the master gave each of them a copy, but Hang Che accepted both copies very unreasonably.

He Yan was unwilling to argue with Hang Che at that time, he was very resistant to the marriage contract at that time, if it was in his hands, he might tear it up or throw it away.

Therefore, Hang Che insisted on taking away his share at that time, probably because he was afraid that he would not keep the marriage contract properly, and he was very bitter in his heart...

Thinking of this, He Yan's heart throbbed with pain, and she slowly wrapped her arms around Hang Che's neck, moved her lips together, and said softly: "If there is an afterlife, if there are many lives, I will marry you. We will have another There are many marriage contracts, I will give you my share in each life, I will not tear it up, I will not divorce you, I will not resist your control, I will not leave you before you, and I will grow old with you forever, and will never be separated."

Hang Che seldom shed tears. The last time when he was hypnotized by He Yan, he heard that He Yan would leave suddenly like Liang Yao. This is the second time.

The Immortal of the Hang family couldn't lose his composure, however, Hang Che still couldn't control a tear, and he sighed softly: "Never separate."