Can the tail be tickled?

The hall was full of red silk and faille, and the floor was covered with long wedding carpets. Candles lit up the whole palace, and the lumens flickered.

Ye Wuhui and Mo Ziyi were wearing bright red wedding dresses, standing side by side, walking slowly across the red carpet.

He took him by the hand with a solemn expression, as if he had walked through thousands of rivers and rivers.

The person in front of him was still as indifferent as water, like the thousand-year-old ice, even if all the warmth from his body and the blood filled his chest were melted, it still couldn't melt away.

But so what, this is the person he likes!Even if he is condemned by thousands of people, even if he has to experience thousands of pains in the world, all he wants is to look back and laugh.

In front of him is his entire world.

When they worshiped the heaven and the earth, they worshiped the gods in the sky, the rivers and rivers, and every inch of the land they walked on;

They kowtowed to Mo Ziyi's parents who turned into stars in the sky, and kowtowed to the leader of the cultivation world on Qingyan Xianshan;

Husband and wife worship each other, they stand facing each other, staring into each other's eyes, bowing, bowing together, holding all the sincerity in their hands, without any modification, and handing it to each other with their own hands.

There were obviously many people guarding outside the hall, but no one saw the scenery here.

After the ceremony, they turned to two different directions, one stood in place, facing the hall full of red candles, with a faint but bitter smile on the corner of his mouth; while the other, full of restraint, was exhausted With all the strength in his body, he lifted his legs full of lead with difficulty and stepped out of the palace.

Dahongxi's bed was covered with peanuts, lotus seeds, walnuts and dates. Mo Ziyi picked up a piece of raw pastry, took a small bite and swallowed it. He asked himself: "Is it raw?"

The corners of the mouth turned up, mixing the bitterness that had nowhere to vent into this red outfit: "...sheng."

Then, he picked up the small wine glass that had been placed for a long time from the lacquered wood and gold silk tea tray on the table. A short piece of red string was tied around the glass.

Mo Ziyi caressed the other end of the red rope, facing out the window, facing the sky, facing his world, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

What Mo Ziyi didn't know was that Ye Wuhui stood outside the hall for a long time, looking at his bedroom, from the darkness, to the lighting of the candles, and then to the extinguishing of the candles.

He took out a small wine glass from Wuzhuo, filled it with wine, tore off a strip of his wedding clothes, tied it on the glass, facing the window.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the sea of ​​thousands of flowers, with their burning fragrance, pours over this piece of indescribable sincerity.

"Drinking together wine..."

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All sects in the martial arts arena had already arranged seats according to their seats. Estimating the status of Dayi Sect in the sect, Mo Ziyi quickly found Wang Xu's place, and under the eyes of everyone, he hugged a pretty woman and chatted. Nao, without concealing the obscene thoughts in his eyes, the elders who followed Dayi Sect not only did not blame, but stared at the woman obsessively from time to time, what was in his heart was clearly revealed.

Every challenger in the arena must sign a life and death order. Regardless of whether he wins or loses, whether he lives or dies, it is all borne by the challenger himself, and he is not allowed to vent his anger or make trouble.

The strength of Dayi Sect is considered superior in the cultivation world, and should not be underestimated. As the chief disciple of the master of Dayi Sect, Wang Xu's strength is needless to say, and he is praised as lawless.He was the first to play, mercilessly injured several challengers in a row, and stood on the stage with arms folded in self-confidence.

"Are there any challengers?" the host asked on stage.

Mo Ziyi was about to stand up, but when he saw the seat closest to the Yanwu stage, the figure in white stood up first, and stepped onto the Yanwu stage with unhurried steps.

The audience was in awe.

The young suzerain of Qing Yanzong actually came to power!

Everyone in the comprehension world knows that Qing Yanzong Ye Wuhui is a genius.

Ten years ago, although the eight-year-old Ye Wuhui was not as good as others, he managed to survive to the end of the ring with his superb swordsmanship, and maintained his reputation as the number one sect in the world.And Ye Wuhui ten years later will definitely be even stronger!

Immediately, all the atmosphere was mobilized, and all eyes were fixed on the martial arts arena. There is no doubt that this is definitely the most interesting match in today's group arena!

Ye Wuhui turned to the sea of ​​people, found a touch of red at a glance, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Mo Ziyi raised his head to Xinghe, and asked: "What happened that day, did Wuhui know anything? What clues?"

Yang Xinghe said: "A clue? It doesn't seem to be! He quietly packed a package of pastries, and then let the group go away quietly. It turns out that he is here to avenge you!"

Mo Ziyi didn't want to listen to Yang Xinghe's other words, but when he heard the word pastry, his heart skipped a beat.

The competition on the ring has already begun, Ye Wuhui preemptively strikes, Qing Yu unsheathed, sword Qi is like a rainbow, and his moves are fierce.Wang Xu was not in a hurry, avoiding every blow of Ye Wuhui, and calmly counterattacked every time Ye Wuhui showed his flaws.

The two fought back and forth like this for a long time, Wang Xu became more and more courageous in the battle, Ye Wuhui kept dodging, faintly feeling powerless.

Mo Ziyi looked a little worried, what happened to Ye Wuhui?He has known him for two lifetimes, and even at the moment of life and death, he has never seen him so flustered, attacking and evading without any rules.However, after observing Ye Wuhui's body skills, Mo Ziyi understood that this is not powerless, it's just that he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

The spiritual power gathered in the palm of his hand, and even the air trembled slightly. Wang Xu abandoned the spiritual weapon in his hand, and accumulated the final blow on his body.He was ruthless, in order to defeat Ye Wuhui, he didn't care even if his life was shortened by this blow.

Wang Xu's mouth curled into a sinister smile.

As long as Ye Wuhui is defeated, no one will be able to overwhelm him anymore. He, Wang Xu, and his Dayi Sect can become the new leader of the sect, and no one can stop him from running rampant in the cultivation world!

At this moment, Ye Wuhui didn't dodge or dodge suddenly, stood on the spot, and slowly put Qing Yu back into the scabbard.

"Young Sovereign, have you surrendered! Hahahahahaha! Then go to hell!!!" Wang Xu waved his fist, brought all the spiritual power in his body, and attacked Ye Wuhui viciously.

Wang Xu did not succeed in delivering his final blow.

Countless streaks of icy cold air burst out of the air, sweeping in with the momentum of thunder. Wherever the cold light touched, the ground and the air condensed into ice, as if entering the cold winter in an instant. The coercion descended from the sky——

"laugh--"

A total of 81 bursts of cold air accurately pierced into Wang Xu's seven tendons and eight veins.The inner palace trembled, Wang Xu's eyes widened, and there was no focus in the pupils.

These 81 cold airs sealed his meridians and cut off the spiritual roots in his body, and the spiritual power accumulated over the years of practice was driven out of his body in an instant.

Wang Xu, who was the proud son of heaven just a second ago, had his spiritual root removed at this moment, and became an ordinary person through and through.

"Why... why?" He knelt down on the ground, the corners of his mouth couldn't close due to shock, and he could only look at him in a daze.

It turns out that his retreats and his chaos are all faked. He has calculated every attack of his own, calculated every angle of his, and just like this, bit by bit, he led himself into his trap. Come forward, and then pull back the spiritual power that was mistaken for hitting the air.

One knife seals the throat, one blow kills.

As expected of Qing Yanzong, as expected of Ye Wuhui...

Ye Wuhui walked towards Wang Xu step by step.

At this moment, endless fear rose in Wang Xu's heart. He was afraid of the young man in front of him who looked as gentle as jade, his eyes as cold as ice, and his whole body trembled with fear.

Ye Wuhui didn't do anything, just squatted down, and whispered in his ear: "Because you are hurt, my Ayi." He glanced at Wang Xu coldly, and then moved his eyes to another The place, there, stood the man he had guarded for two lifetimes.

Mo Ziyi was applauding him non-stop, and a warm smile spilled from the corner of his mouth, rippling on his handsome face.

Ye Wuhui couldn't wait any longer, he wasn't ready to meet the next challenger, so he said to the host: "I will admit defeat in the next competition." Then he walked to the end of the seat, and hugged Mo Zi in full view The waist of the clothes, Yushang Qingyu, galloped away.

Qing Yu moved forward at top speed, and arrived at Ye Wuhui's bedroom in a short while.

Wushuang was sweeping and cleaning, and seeing Ye Wuhui descending from the sky, she was a little surprised: "Young Sect Master, why are you back at this time? The arena is over?" She noticed the young man behind Ye Wuhui, and looked curiously, "Hey , who is this?"

Ye Wuhui didn't answer her, and dragged Mo Ziyi into the bedroom, closed the door with a "bang", and pushed him on the bed.

Mo Ziyi was a little flustered, curled up on the head of the bed, and covered his chest: "Little brother, you, you, what are you doing!"

Ye Wuhui glanced at Mo Ziyi expressionlessly, took off his shoes and socks, and carefully rolled up his trouser legs bit by bit.

Mo Ziyi's heart tightened, and he was so frightened that the melon seeds were about to fall off. He broke away from Ye Wuhui, quickly pulled up his legs, and hugged his knees, showing a obedient look in the corners of his eyes and brows, with a half-cry voice He Banfen begged: "Little brother, young suzerain, I have no regrets, my husband, what are you going to do, please tell me, okay?"

Ye Wuhui looked at him without saying a word.After a long time, he raised his hand and stroked his head: "Ayi, be good."