Beastmaster Divorce

You have to push your chest and stomp your feet.

As far as children were concerned, Ao Lang felt that the child was actually quite cute, but when the child grew up, he actually disgraced his son on the battlefield, which made him very angry.

To Ao Lang's surprise, apart from the first meeting, Feng Yutian had no interaction with Long Qingyi.Ao Lang searched repeatedly for many times before withdrawing from Feng Yutian's memory.Let go of Feng Yutian's hand, and gently put him on the bed.

Feng Yutian's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and it would be a kind of harm to him to have his memory forcibly searched and reproduced without any skill, but seeing Ao Lang's expressionless face leaking disappointment, he still held back the pain and talked a lot Ask, "Was it helpful to you?" Knowing the answer, you want to use it to stimulate the other person.

"No." Ao Lang replied simply, lowering his head and peeling off Feng Yutian's robes one by one.

"Does he bother you?" Feng Yutian followed his movements and took off one piece at a time.

"A little bit." Ao Lang threw Feng Yutian's last piece of clothing aside and bullied him, but did not make the next move but stared at Feng Yutian for a while, and then asked, "Does this make you happy? "

"It's okay." Feng Yutian replied in his mechanically cold tone.Feng Yutian was naturally in a good mood, he was happy that the boy in the blue shirt could make Ao Lang feel annoyed.

As soon as Feng Yutian's words fell, Ao Lang left Feng Yutian's body, which surprised Feng Yutian, but what surprised Feng Yutian even more was that Ao Lang didn't leave—he sat on the bed, took off his clothes and The speed is quite fast.After a while, Ao Lang was naked and pulled Feng Yutian up from the bed, and he himself fell on the bed and ordered to the confused Feng Yutian, "Sit up and move yourself."

"..." Feng Yutian wanted to say something at first, but in the end he didn't say anything, but just followed suit.All these years, Ao Lang has been playing tricks on him like a doll, and never made such a request. He thought that this kind of thing would continue until he found a chance to escape from here. 'It seems that Long Qingyi really made him very angry.Looking at it this way is also a good thing. ' Feng Yutian told himself repeatedly as he gritted his teeth to absorb Ao Lang a little bit.

Feng Yutian's fiery red long hair writhed or fluttered or mixed with sweat on his pale chest because he was kneeling on Ao Lang's body, "Very well, you finally don't look so happy." Ao Lang rolled up Feng Yutian's wet long hair with his index finger, and at the same time, his ring finger viciously circled the tender powder on the chest hidden under the long hair, biting his lower lip and trembling admiringly because of this small movement Looking at Feng Yutian's embarrassment, he continued to say in his unwavering tone, "I hope you will remember from now on that it is not kind to poke someone's pain."

At this moment, Feng Yutian is more eager than ever to punch him in the face.

After Feng Yutiana finished decompression, Ao Lang returned to his bedroom.His wife, Aubrey, sat by the window with a gloomy face, not knowing what to look out.This woman was destined to be his wife from birth, because at that time there were only him and her left in the Charizard family.She gave birth to a son for him, but she lost her ability to bear children due to dystocia, but she was still his queen and would always be——that's what Ao Lang promised her, even if they never had so-called love, she was his Loved ones, always will be.Aubrey is a beautiful woman, with delicate facial features and a small face with bumps and bumps. Before going to bed, her long brown hair is always neatly braided, and the side of her face is very peaceful when the light shines on her.But her heart was never peaceful, Ao Lang knew it but he could do nothing, he didn't know what to do except turn a blind eye.

"Where's Brother Di?" Ao Lang walked over and kissed his wife's head lightly.

"Sleep, are you in a good mood?" Because his son has been depressed since he came back from the battlefield three days ago, his originally brown and black eyes have been flushed, which is the manifestation of dark power.This made her very worried. For the past three days, she had hardly left her footsteps for fear that something might happen to her son.At this moment, her husband looked relaxed, "What trick did that pretty bird use to be so effective?" She pushed Ao Lang away and sneered.

Ao Lang took her hand and explained, "It's because I did a good job. He was depressed, so I feel a little better."

"Di Ge is still young, he still has hope." Belle lowered her eyes and whispered to Ao Lang.

"I never thought he was bad. Belle, you think too much." He has explained this problem to his wife many times, but Belle still can't understand him, and he is not good at dealing with such things, so he can only repeat it over and over again. Repeating his motives to his wife "I just want to have more children to ensure the smooth continuation of our race..."

Belle obviously still didn't listen to it. Of course, any woman would not listen to that theory.But she is the queen, and her husband has the right to do that, and she can't directly express her dissatisfaction with that theory, so she changed the direction, "Are you afraid that Digo will not have offspring of fire-breathing dragons? Because he is not strong enough?" Although not [-] percent, mixed-race children generally reflect the archetype of the stronger parent.

"You think too much." Ao Lang was not dissatisfied with his wife and son.For his son, Aurang is more worried - he has no brothers, sisters or clansmen, what will he do after both himself and Belle die?

Ao Lang's simple and stereotyped answer made Belle roar angrily, "This is how you keep putting pressure on the child! He will lose to that dragon in front of everyone, that dragon that is as thick as a rope!"

Ao Lang looked at his wife with clenched fists who seemed to be rushing up to bite him at any moment, and said after a long silence, "It's not me who put pressure on the child." He turned his back and stopped facing Belle, "Long Qingyi's I will take care of the matter, as long as you take care of the child." When he walked to the door, he added, "Just don't instill in him the idea of ​​'father is very disappointed in you'."

"Where are you going?" Belle looked at his back, her tone softened.

"Find a quiet place and think about how to seek revenge for your son." Ao Lang stopped and answered.

"I wish you success." Bailey didn't keep him.

"Thank you." After speaking, he closed the door with his backhand.

In midsummer, the fragrance of roses all over the courtyard is a bit pungent.Ao Lang sat upright in the ivy-covered pavilion and looked at the stars in the sky. After a long time in the cool wind, he could faintly hear the singing of a phoenix, the foreign-flavored minor tune intermittently.

It might be nice to build a birdcage here.Aurang looked around and thought.

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Ten years after he made the decision to let Feng Yutian give birth to a child for him, Ao Lang's not-so-diligent cultivation has continued. Although Feng Yutian's stomach has not moved, Ao Lang has not pursued it.Therefore, the two of them have been doing that primitive sport quietly for ten years, and even Snark Maier reduced the number of monitoring times because it was too boring.

Until one day in the middle of the night, Ao Lang pushed open Feng Yutian's room door with a gloomy face, and pulled Feng Yutian out of his sleep. Ao Lang untied Feng Yutian's belt and asked, "Long Qingyi, what are you doing?" Do you have any impression of him?" Ao Lang's pupils glowed light blue in the moonlight, icy cold.

"Yes." After being locked in this room with nothing but a bed, Feng Yutian never thought that the first time Ao Lang talked to him was because of Long Qingyi, the child he had only met once. The child should be 20 after all.

"Very good." As he said that, Ao Lang suddenly raised his head and pinched Feng Yutian's cheek to force him to look at him, broke into his memory without Feng Yutian's consent at all, and searched for memories related to Long Qingyi.

Ao Lang saw a vermilion door in Feng Yutian's memory, and then the door opened, and a boy in green shirt walked in next to a man in a dark brown iron armor. The man Ao Lang knew, he was dead Former Dragon King Long Zongbin.

The kid in the green shirt seemed to be only eight or nine years old, he walked over bouncing around, circled the memory master, and finally stopped in front of the memory master, wiped his nose with his thumb and said with a sneer, "Feng Yutian is nothing more than that. After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards Long Zongbin with his hands on the pillow, and said while walking, "In a few years, the title of No.1 will be mine. It's boring. It's boring!"

Long Zongbin gave the kid a kick, and the kid avoided it nimbly, "Hey, what are you talking about? I'm really sorry, this kid is just like this." Long Zongbin apologized while turning his head and yelling at the kid , "Long Qingyi! Hurry up and say no!"

"It's okay, as long as the child is energetic."

"Hey, you're still generous." The boy in green shirt turned his head and pointed at the owner of the memory to thank, "I've seen Feng Yutian before, father, can I go?" Then he jumped on the wall and ran away.

"Boy! I haven't agreed with you to go yet! You bastard!" Long Zongbin was so angry that he pushed his chest and stamped his feet.

As far as children were concerned, Ao Lang felt that the child was actually quite cute, but when the child grew up, he actually disgraced his son on the battlefield, which made him very angry.

To Ao Lang's surprise, apart from the first meeting, Feng Yutian had no interaction with Long Qingyi.Ao Lang searched repeatedly for many times before withdrawing from Feng Yutian's memory.Let go of Feng Yutian's hand, and gently put him on the bed.

Feng Yutian's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and it would be a kind of harm to him to have his memory forcibly searched and reproduced without any skill, but seeing Ao Lang's expressionless face leaking disappointment, he still held back the pain and talked a lot Ask, "Was it helpful to you?" Knowing the answer, you want to use it to stimulate the other person.

"No." Ao Lang replied simply, lowering his head and peeling off Feng Yutian's robes one by one.

"Does he bother you?" Feng Yutian followed his movements and took off one piece at a time.

"Somewhat