The contract son-in-law of the female president

An Yu'er, who got up suddenly after having a good night, still felt weak all over.

If it wasn't for the purpose of smashing Wang Yi's body into thousands of pieces, she would never want to wake up.

The power was running, and the lights in the room were flickering, which was strongly disturbed.

The Martial Emperor powerhouse did not obtain it from the natural world like ordinary cultivators, but formed his own special vein within his body.

What An Yu'er practiced was the cultivation method of the ancestors of the owner of the tomb that the fifth master found from the ancient tomb in the extremely cold place.

Legend has it that the ancestor was once a martial god who looked down on the world, and it was even easier to cross the sky and cut off the water with a knife.

Moreover, An Yu'er has enjoyed all kinds of cultivation resources since he was a child, all kinds of extremely cold things, natural and earth treasures in the extreme north, various treasures in the extreme yin, and treasures that others need to pay a lot of money to get. Open your mouth and you can get it.

Therefore, when she fully urged the power of her meridians to take Wang Yi's life, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly dropped.

The water in the bathroom was freezing.

Seeing Wang Yi's aura getting stronger and stronger, An Yu'er knew that time was not waiting for me.

A cold light burst out from the two fingers in the middle of the food, and shot directly at Wang Yi's eyebrows.

After attacking the body, An Yu'er seemed drained of energy and regretted it endlessly.

But the cold light is like an arrow leaving the string, unstoppable.

Even if it is herself, there is no way to disintegrate.

"do not want!"

An Yu'er could only throw herself on the bed, stretched out one hand to Wang Yi, and shouted.

Hysterical, distraught.

Anyway, she didn't like Wang Yi, at least she didn't hate him.

Most importantly, the wind and rain in the first half of the night had already imprinted Wang Yi on her body.

Wang Yi's name was also engraved on her heart.

The first man is Wang Yi.

It is a trace that she will never be able to erase.

When that attack touched Wang Yi's skin, An Yu'er closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

Let her alone bear all the sins.

She thought that when Wang Yi died, she would die with him.

This will make her feel better.

Slowly got up, ready to go to Wang Yi and collect his body.

Suddenly a turquoise light flashed out, causing her to close her eyes in shock.

hum!
A strange voice sounded.

An Yu'er looked up at Wang Yi.

He is safe and sound.

Unscathed.

At this moment, she wept with joy.

His delicate body softened all of a sudden, leaning against the edge of the bed, covering his mouth, staring at Wang Yi, motionless.

After a long time, An Yu'er was completely fascinated by Wang Yi's appearance.

Wang Yi, who had changed his clothes, even with his eyes closed tightly, exuded infinite charm, attracting An Yuer's attention.

Suddenly, she put one hand on the edge of the bed, supported her head and tilted her head, staring at Wang Yi stupidly.

After an unknown amount of time, white light flashed all over Wang Yi's body.

Accompanied by a sound like thunder.

An Yu'er was startled.

After realizing how stupid she looked, she hurriedly tried to stand up.

But one foot was already numb after sitting for too long.

The moment he stood up, he uncontrollably fell to the side.

Just as she was screaming, a light and shadow flashed away and appeared beside her, hugging her tightly.

Leaning on Wang Yi's chest, An Yu'er's face turned red suddenly, as if she was about to bleed.

Feeling the masculine breath on Wang Yi's body, the corners of An Yu'er's mouth rose slightly.

"You don't seem to be feeling well..." Wang Yi had a wicked smile on his lips.

An Yu'er lowered her head shyly.

Seeing this beautiful and delicious scene, Wang Yi whetted his appetite.

……

The night in the Forbidden City is unusually violent, everywhere is brightly lit, and everywhere is a place for singing and dancing.

When Dongfang showed a pale belly, the sound in the hotel stopped for a while, and the sound of panting came and went.

Wang Yi took a shower, put on his clothes and left the hotel straight away.

An Yu'er lay on the bed carelessly, as if falling apart.

Even if Wang Yi left, it failed to arouse her interest in getting up.

When Wang Yi left the hotel, he was immediately followed by An's family.

Among them was the strong Emperor Wu who followed An Liang yesterday.

They immediately dialed the phone and told the An family that Wang Yi had appeared and could do anything at any time.

In the villa of the Patriarch of the An family, An Liang stood in front of a middle-aged couple, carefully reporting.

"According to what the young master of the Wu family said, Wang Yi may have the cultivation of Emperor Wu. We need to send at least three strong men of Emperor Wu to be sure to kill him."

Obviously, Anliang's determination was to kill Wang Yi.

At the level of Emperor Wu, it is generally difficult to kill, unless the strength gap between the two sides is particularly large.

But generally speaking, it is enough for three Martial Emperors to deal with one Martial Emperor.

An Ruxiu, Patriarch of the An Family, nodded: "You call the First Elder and Second Elder, the four of you should be enough."

An Liang was overjoyed: "Including An Yuan and I, this time we will definitely kill Wang Yi, and bring his head back to the Patriarch."

It was unprecedented in the Forbidden City to dispatch four Martial Emperors at once.

At this time, Wang Yi was rushing to the Wang family clan angrily, intending to force them to hand over Qin Yu.

"Boy, where are you going?"

Before reaching the Wang family, three sports cars in succession lay in front of Wang Yi, and four and a half old practitioners got out of the cars, as well as a few younger men and women.

They all had a disdainful smile on their faces.

Wang Yi recognized An Liang and An Yuan, the two who used the sword yesterday.

But they both stood behind two other slightly older men.

Obviously, the status of these two people is higher than that of An Liang and An Yuan.

"What about our lady, hand it over quickly."

"Otherwise, you will only have a dead end."