Married and Obedient to the Husband

With a loud crash, the cup in Ye Wuchang's hand smashed to the ground angrily, "He wants to marry someone else, how can he?"

Ye Wuchang's face was gloomy, he gritted his teeth, his eyes were cold and terrifying, and the evil spirit on his body enveloped him invisible, making people daunting.

Yu Luozhi endured Ye Wuchang's thunderous anger and bit his bullet, "There is indeed such a thing, and our people in Xifan sent back the news."

"Good, good, great."

Ye Wuchang was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said a few good words.

"Master, now is not the time to get angry, what are you going to do?" Yu Luozhi asked cautiously, Ye Wuchang was scary when he got angry, he didn't want to offend the other party.

Otherwise, the one who suffers will be himself.

When Ye Wuchang heard Yu Luozhi's question, his eyes lit up, and his face remained cold, "He is mine, and I will not allow him to marry someone else."

Ye Wuchang said in a determined tone with a firm expression, his slightly opened fingers were slightly closed together, Mo'er is his, from his person to his heart, it can only be his.

No one wants to take away what belongs to him.

Now that things have happened, Yanmo will not run away, for the antidote to obsession, to be able to break free from the shackles of Lihun, for Xiao Yuer and for Ah Rui, he will not compromise or give up.

The soul in Lihun Yili has been imprinted and cannot escape the fate of being controlled by others for the rest of his life. How could Ah Rui, who is so proud, receive this kind of treatment.

The moonlight outside the window was thick, Yan Mo stared at the round and big moon outside, standing alone in the empty room, the moonlight shone in and covered Yan Mo's body.

The moonlight was cool, and Yan Mo suddenly felt a sense of loneliness. If Qing'er was here right now, he would be eager to get into his arms and act like a baby. If Ah Rui was here, he would definitely hug him and watch the moon together.

That kind of melancholy filled my heart, and it was a lie to say that I didn’t mind, but since I agreed to it, there was no need to act like I was going to die, that was not his style, and he should face it with strength. Will not compromise.

Pulling the window shut to block out the moonlight outside, Yan Mo lay on the bed, eyes wide open but unable to sleep.

In Wan Lai's silent night, a very slight voice came out. Although the man deliberately lowered his footsteps, Yan Mo could still hear that someone was approaching his house.

Yan Mo closed his eyes, pretending not to know.

After a while, a man quietly lay on the window and looked into the room for a while, seeing that there was no movement in the room, he gently pushed the door open, and a man sneaked in.

Yanmo breathed evenly, closed his eyes as if he had really fallen asleep, and didn't react at all to what happened.

The man's eyes flickered, he slowly touched the edge of Yanmo's bed, and then threw himself on the bed.

The man with his eyes closed opened his eyes in an instant, Yan Mo's eyes flashed with coldness, and he kicked the man flying away.

The man didn't expect such a situation, and he was stunned for a moment.

With a flick of Yanmo's finger, the candle in the room was instantly lit, and the room was illuminated by the light of the candle, and the person who attacked Yanmo had nowhere to hide.

The man was from Xifan, of medium height and average appearance, and his face showed a bit of wretchedness and evil, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" Yan Mo looked down at the man kicked to the ground by him, and asked in a cold voice.

Sneaking into his house in the middle of the night, what good can there be? Yan Mo's expression became unkind when he thought about it, he raised one foot and stepped on the back of the man's hand, and said coldly, "Say it quickly, don't say it I will cripple your hand."

Although Yanmo looked slender, the strength under his feet was very strong, and the man immediately yelled in pain, "Stop...stop, I am the nephew of the Holy Emperor of Xifan, the brave king of the Xifan Kingdom, Sifan Yukun has to be respectful when he sees me, what are you a pet boy, how dare you... ah..."

Before the man finished speaking, Yan Mo stomped on it, "I'm just a little pet, so I don't think the brave king of the West Fan Kingdom will care about me, a little pet."

The brave king trembled from the pain, cursing and cursing, "You XX, let me go quickly, if I didn't see how pretty you are, I would have been rude..."

The brave king of Xifan is really a pig brain. He still doesn't understand the situation at this moment. If Yanmo was afraid of him, he wouldn't torture him, but he still wanted to use his identity to suppress the other party.

"You must be the one who peeped that day." Yanmo looked at the brave king of Xifan, and suddenly smiled lightly. The figure hidden in the trees that day was quite consistent with this person, and that annoying The breath is also so strong.

It wasn't a coincidence that day, the brave king learned that Si Yukun had acquired a peerless beauty, and since then he gave up all beauties in the world and was willing to marry a man. He couldn't help being curious, so he secretly asked someone for a portrait of Yanmo.

When the brave king saw Yan Mo's portrait for the first time, he was immediately astonished. That day, he secretly sneaked into Si Yukun's mansion and saw such a scene.

Yan Mo's disheveled legs straddled Si Yukun's body, raised his neck, and let out a blood-thumping low moan from his throat. Staring at Yan Mo's exposed snow-white body, the King of Valor suddenly felt hot all over his body, his throat With dry hair, an impulse almost instantly turned him into a beast and rushed out.

If such a beauty could be obtained by him, it would be a pleasant and exciting thing to be pressed under his body for profanity, so King Xiaoyong relied on his own identity to ask Si Yukun for Yan Mo, who knew that it would always be Si Yukun, who was submissive to him, had a very strong attitude.

King Xiaoyong was very angry, day and night he couldn't get rid of the scene of that day, Yan Mo sitting on Si Yukun's lap XX sad.

Thinking about it this way, his body swelled up badly, and the torment made him finally unable to bear the thought of taking action tonight.

What he didn't expect was that Yanmo could actually have martial arts, and the martial arts were so strong, he thought he would be able to subdue the opponent after learning some superficial kung fu, but he didn't expect that he was beaten to the ground.

Yan Mo still wants to teach this bastard a lesson. If it wasn't for this bastard that day, he wouldn't be molested by Si Yukun like that. Hugging Yanmo's leg fiercely, hugging him foolishly, his tongue started to lick Yanmo's pants.

Yanmo's goosebumps were about to rise all over his body, and he was so angry that he wanted to slap this person to death, but now he could only bear it when he thought of the identity of the other party, and he couldn't mess up by himself before the big thing was done.

"Let go." Yan Mo scolded in a deep voice.

The brave king pouted, hugged Yanmo's leg like a dog, and begged while licking, "Beauty, beauty, since I met you that day, I think of you every day, thinking of you." How to hold a beauty like you into your arms, and then use various postures to enter you, beauty, follow me, you have no future if you follow Si Yukun, that kid, I will give you all the best, you I want to give you all the treasures in the world, okay, as long as you are willing to be my person, as long as you are willing to let me hug you..."

The more Yan Mo listened to the brave king's words, the more disgusted he became, and the more he listened, the more angry he became.

After struggling for a few times, he saw that the brave king was holding his leg tightly and did not let go, and actually kept getting into the hem of his robe.

Yan Mo was so angry that he took two steps back, raised his hand and knocked the shameless person unconscious. If possible, he really wanted to kill him.

Resisting the anger in his heart, Yan Mo kicked the man who fell to the ground and was dying. He couldn't sleep at all that night.

Yan Mo walked out of the courtyard and ordered people to clear out the people in the room. When someone came into the room and saw that the person lying on the ground was the King of Valor, he screamed in fright and went to inform Si Yukun.

When Si Yukun came, Yan Mo stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, the moonlight slanted down and shone on him with a faint halo.

The clothes fluttered with the wind, as if they were going to fly with the wind to the realm of the nine heavens at any time, and would never come back again. How can such a beauty be possessed by the worldly people?

With black hair as gorgeous as water, Yan Mo turned slightly sideways, glanced at Si Yukun indifferently, curled his lips, "I beat that brave king, will this cause trouble for you?"

Si Yukun felt that Yan Mo's words were based on knowing what he said, and that he had beaten the King of Valor, which was not an ordinary trouble.

"You are taking revenge on me." Si Yukun walked slowly, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Yanmo, "Revenge for the frivolity I treated you that day, so I deliberately hit the King of Valor."

Yanmo didn't deny it, and said casually, "Yes, I did it on purpose, because I didn't like what happened that day."

Yan Mo frowned, and his eyes were as cold as water, and they were drawn to Si Yukun's eyes. The silent coldness made Si Yukun withdraw his gaze.

"I don't like it." Si Yukun suddenly raised his tone in a strange voice, "If that person was your Ah Rui, would you like it?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Yanmo didn't turn his head back, his indifferent expression was the same as before, his tenderness was only given to one person, and his heart was only given to one person, and once he gave it, he could never take it back.

Seeing Yan Mo's indifferent appearance, Si Yukun couldn't help feeling furious. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Yan Mo's shoulders, his eyes were cold and sharp, and his words were sharp and sharp, "What does it mean to have nothing to do with me? Have you forgotten, I will soon It's your man, after the child in your womb is born, I will be his father, and your body will become mine, so it has nothing to do with me."