Refinement, masculinity

The pattern on the chest is the same as the one on the front door of the Duan family's main house. There is a paragraph in the center, which is obviously the family emblem, and densely packed characters below it. I don't know how Duan Cheng wrote it in such a short time.

Meng Ling stared blankly for a while. At first, he said some simple words, such as this is my daughter-in-law of the Duan family, if anyone dares to touch me, the whole family will be unhappy, and I patrol above the school every day. There are two low-level monks named Qi Jun and Le Rong. If you dare to provoke my wife, I will cut you into pieces and throw them into the toilet.

He was silent, guessing that this should be the reason why Le Rong ran away, he continued to read, it seemed that the writing below was high, and it was getting more and more ridiculous, why my wife is mine from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, we are in love with each other You have no chance. My wife loves me to death. She can’t live without me. My wife sweeps the couch to welcome me every night. Not much to say, wait, I have been writing until the lower abdomen before signing at the end: by Duancheng.

Meng Ling: "..."

When Duan Cheng came back, his daughter-in-law had just finished taking a shower, and she was standing in the small yard with her upper body naked wiping her hair. The daughter-in-law was a bit thin, and the skin on her abdomen was fair and firm. The golden pattern, unusually sexy and flirtatious, he immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Meng Ling glanced at him, walked to the stone bench and sat down, hooking his fingers.

Duan Cheng's blood surged immediately, and he rushed over to hug him with an "Aww", but when he was about to approach, he suddenly met his wife's fist, but he rushed so hard that he couldn't dodge it, and immediately fell to the ground with an ouch, and then Humming and chirping, I got up, sad.

Seeing that he was about to pounce again, Meng Ling kicked him, "Stand still."

Duan Cheng quickly leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, then stood still obediently: "What's the matter, daughter-in-law, are you blaming me for not taking a bath with you?"

"Don't act like you've been with me before."

Duan Cheng's eyes lit up: "Then I will accompany you from tomorrow? Or you and I go in and wash it again?"

"... Please find the main point, thank you, shut up, and don't change the subject casually," Meng Ling glanced at him, pointing at the things on his body, "Explain these words, especially the second part."

Duan Cheng reacted silently for a few seconds, and the cold sweat broke down. He was so happy when he wrote it, but the more he read it, the more satisfied he was. It went up, and he saw it.

Meng Ling sat calmly, looking at him silently.

Duan Cheng blinked, hugged his daughter-in-law hastily, then wiped the corpse and wiped away the traces, and asked with a pure face: "What? There are words on it? Why can't I see it? Where is it? Show me!"

"..." Meng Ling said, "Do you dare to be more shameless?"

Duan Cheng stared at his beautiful eyes from a close distance, and felt itchy for a moment, so he couldn't help kissing him, and couldn't help but take the opportunity to touch the paws on his waist twice.

"...Are you showing that you dare with your actions?"

Duan Cheng reacted silently for a second, feeling that he was going to be unlucky: "No, daughter-in-law, I can't help myself... Ouch... It hurts..."

Meng Ling left him blankly, got up and entered the room.

Duan Cheng covered his eyes and watched him go away pitifully, took out the medicine given by his father, wiped it on, went to take a bath silently, then walked into the room, his wife had already put on her pajamas and was reading a book, he hugged him from behind: "Daughter-in-law... ..."

Meng Ling turned a page and didn't bother to talk to him.

Duan Cheng observed for a while, and kissed him sideways. He reckoned that his daughter-in-law should not be angry. After knowing him for so long, this man had never been angry except for the fact that his face sank when he learned that he had special skills. He walked to the cabinet and released the restraint. , took out those storage bags, sat opposite his daughter-in-law and concentrated on fiddling with them.

Meng Ling had been reading quietly until he saw a sword out of the corner of his eye, and finally he was willing to raise his head, looking at the sudden addition of miscellaneous things: "What are you doing?"

"Look for magic tools that you can use." Duan Cheng picked out a sword, a fan, and a small iron plate with exquisite workmanship and put them on the table one by one. "I think these are all good."

Meng Ling picked up the fan and opened it. The bones of this fan were light blue, and the snow-white fan surface inside was painted with mountains and rivers, which was very beautiful. He was surprised: "What's the use?"

"Opening the cloud fan, it can fly by stepping on it, and it can also be used as an attack. It is a magic weapon of the wind attribute," Duan Cheng introduced. "If your cultivation base is higher, you can fan the entire school into pieces."

Meng Ling couldn't help but think of the wind knife brought by the sword. He reckoned that the fan would be more powerful. He put it down and glanced at the sword on the table. It wasn't as cold as Duan Cheng's Ningshui sword, but it was equally Sharp, he turned his eyes and looked at the iron plate. Seeing that there were still many lines on it, he asked in surprise: "What is this?"

"Thousand impeller." Duan Cheng picked it up as he said, and with a light wave, the iron plate doubled in size in an instant, and countless blades popped out, rotating quickly with the lines, bringing out a bright white light.

Meng Ling narrowed his eyes. If this thing hit someone, it would probably turn him into a meat paste in an instant.

"It can also become bigger, and the blade can fly out. Coupled with spells of this attribute, the lethality is very strong. It all depends on how you operate it." Duan Cheng put it away, "How about it, do you like it?"

Naturally, Meng Ling knew that Duan Cheng wanted to give it to him, so he was silent for a moment: "I don't need it right now."

After Duan Cheng heard the words, he knew that his wife might not want to accept it, so he secretly thought that it was a gift from his family, otherwise he would not want it, so he gave it all to him: "You have cultivation, you can fly and so on. If you don’t know basic spells yet, you can’t let Feng Bai teach them too, right?”

Meng Ling raised his eyebrows: "You mean..."

Duan Cheng nodded, leaned over and hugged him into his arms, and ate tofu by the way: "Your husband, I decided to cook a small stove for you and teach you myself."

Meng Ling didn't bother with him about the address, and picked up the sword: "Then just use one."

"Keep them all, and return them to me when you find better ones later."

Meng Ling thought about it. According to Duan Cheng's temper, even if he doesn't accept it now, this person will find a way to give it to him. It's better to ask for it. Moreover, he has decided to let their relationship go with the flow. Maybe it will be like this in the future. After getting along, I didn't struggle for a long time, and nodded in response: "Can they be turned into wristbands like your sword or something else? Where should I put it?"

"Even if you can, you won't be able to control it with your current cultivation, just wait." Duan Cheng flipped through the storage bag, quickly took out a watch, and put it on his daughter-in-law's wrist with satisfaction.

Meng Ling took a closer look and found a small button on the side, so he reached out to touch it and was startled: "Is there a space inside?"

"Well, my family practiced it, but it doesn't contain many things." Duan Cheng put two of the magic weapons in and picked up the sword, "Learn now or tomorrow?"

Meng Ling stood up: "Now."

Duan Cheng smiled and kissed him: "Learn to fly."

Meng Ling was taken aback. He thought it was some other simpler spell, but he didn't know that it was flying. He couldn't help being surprised: "I heard from the teacher that you have to go to the second level of Qi Condensation to learn how to control a magic weapon."

"No," Duan Cheng seriously retorted, "Daughter-in-law, I think you are against the sky. Although you are in the early stage of Qi Condensation, you should learn it well and have confidence in yourself."

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Cheng looked as if he had said what he said, and happily dragged him out.Meng Ling had no choice but to follow him to the small courtyard, practiced from sunset to nightfall, and finally was able to fly a little close to the ground.Duan Cheng's eyes were a little heavy, but the corner of his mouth was still smiling, and his tone was as usual: "Look, did you fly? Come here and give me a kiss."

Meng Ling jumped off the magic weapon and calmly ignored him.

Seeing that he was a bit tired, Duan Cheng went to hug him: "Let's come here today and rest early."

Meng Ling responded, noticing that he was looking at her all the time, so she turned her head to look at him, seeing that there was an incomprehensible emotion in those eyes, she was slightly taken aback: "Why?"

Duan Cheng smiled: "I was thinking that you are so smart, it's no wonder that you are my daughter-in-law."

Meng Ling looked at him, and didn't find any flaws, so he stopped asking.

Duan Cheng stared at him for a while, couldn't help pinching his chin, tilted his head to kiss his lips, swiped his tongue around his mouth, and kissed him lingeringly.

This place is far away from the urban area, the night sky is extraordinarily bright, the sound of insects in the mountains overlaps, lingeringly, the breeze is gentle, cool and comfortable in the summer night, bringing the fragrance of flowers, the rustling of green vines...Meng Ling's His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Duan Cheng was keenly aware of his obedience, his breath tightened, and the hand on his waist instantly tightened, kissing him deeper.

Meng Ling obediently let him kiss her, but she didn't hate it, and even had an urge to sink into it. It wasn't until the man's hand penetrated his clothes that he suddenly woke up. He struggled away, took a few breaths, and said in a low voice: " Duancheng, enough is enough."

Duan Cheng licked the corner of his mouth, stared at him from a close distance, his voice was hoarse: "Daughter-in-law, you are a little hard, do you really want to do it?"

"...No," Meng Ling paused slightly, "Also, this is a normal physiological reaction of mine, don't say it so obscenely."

"Well, you can say whatever you want." Duan Cheng didn't force himself, smiled perfunctorily, and hugged him into the room with arrogance, looking like a villain.

"..." Meng Ling broke away from him and strode away.

"Daughter-in-law, are you having a fight?" Duan Cheng hurriedly chased after him, only to find that he stopped in front of the bed, stared at him for a while, subconsciously felt that the daughter-in-law was wondering whether to do it or not, and suddenly became excited, "What are you thinking?"

Meng Ling snapped her fingers: "I was thinking... I sweep the couch every day, and I will welcome you obediently."

Duan Cheng broke out in cold sweat, and immediately jumped onto the bed and lifted the quilt: "I was the one sweeping the couch, I swept it, and I carefully arranged this bed. Look how much I love you. I can live without you for a day." No more, really."

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Cheng nestled silently, looking at him pitifully, for fear of being thrown down to sleep on the floor.

Meng Ling was silent for a long time, after all, he didn't argue with him.

Duan Cheng honestly put his arms around his daughter-in-law, and waited to confirm that he was asleep before getting up lightly, looking at him quietly, he contacted his grandfather today to explain the matter, and the grandfather told him that the spiritual energy last time was actually brought by the daughter-in-law herself , but at the current age of the daughter-in-law, it is impossible to be so strong, so it can only explain one problem, the daughter-in-law is not an ordinary mortal.

No wonder he has always been surprised. The body of an ordinary person cannot carry a magic weapon. It is almost impossible to seal it in the body. He thought that the other party's magic was exquisite and unique, but now he realized that the problem was with his wife. Who sealed his cultivation base together with the magic weapon?Why should it be closed?

To save him, or to harm him?

With deep eyes, Duan Cheng touched his wife's face, lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, then turned and left.

It was early in the morning at that time, he used the magic weapon to fly to the back mountain, then landed in a deep pool, and meditated on a big rock. Since the last time he noticed a spiritual pulse, he searched for it many times, and finally confirmed that it was He came to the place with the most aura, and he came every night for more than a month, and went back at dawn, so his cultivation level had risen by two levels, but it was far from enough.

His current cultivation is too low, not enough to protect the person he wants to protect.

With that in mind, he closed his eyes and settled down.