Nine Thoughts

Ling Wuqi never thought that An Le was also his father's apprentice, because An Le's martial arts were so ordinary.

He could see that although An Le's internal strength was not profound, it was well-founded and taught by a serious master.

But in terms of boxing and kicking, only one set of grappling hands is well practiced, and the others seem to have only learned a few sets of boxing, and they don't know how to apply what they have learned.

Ling Wuqi thought this shouldn't be. According to his father's strict temperament, no matter how poor An Le's aptitude is, he should be able to reach the level of senior brother Hong Batian. It is probably because his father is reluctant to be too strict with An Xiaole, right?After all, he is so cute, who would be willing to kill him? Hee hee Wait, I'm fine hee hee.

Ling Wuqi rubbed his forehead and asked An Dahai: "What's that hero's name? What does he look like? How old is he?" An Dahai replied: "The surname is Shen.

Square face, handsome appearance, tall and burly, half a head taller than me, he should be about the same age as me, but he looks younger than me. "

Ling Wuqi: "Okay."

The surname is Shen. My father used to use the pseudonym Shen Si when he was a layman in the early years. When he returned home, he changed his clothes and changed back to the respected leader of the Qingsong Sword Sect, Ling Qian. Almost no one knew that they were the same person.

Seeing Ling Wuqi's expression, An Dahai asked, "What's wrong?"

"That," Ling Wuqi faltered, "Hero Shensi is my father."

An Dahai was shocked.

He also never thought that Ling Wuqi might be the son of Shen Daxia. Although both of them are handsome, their eyebrows and eyes are not alike.

Shen Daxia's big and dignified face looks like a warrior from the Central Plains, but Ling Daxia is handsome and reveals a somewhat unique temperament, which seems to be someone from the Western Regions, with three-dimensional features and deep eyes.

"It's really unexpected. You must look more like your mother."

An Dahai sighed, "I don't know next month, Daxia Shen, er, Daxia Ling? He's an old man who will come over. He knows how you and Xiaole will get married. How will he feel?"

When Ling Wuqi heard this, his head hurt again, it was really troublesome.

He was thinking: Father is very likely to oppose this marriage, and even drag me back to be the leader of the alliance at that time, and at worst he has to take over as the head of the sect, whoever wants to be the head of the sect!Being the head of the Qingsong faction is not easy at all, okay?Why not let Hong Batian do it?I just like to be idle, I just like not to think about making progress, I just like to nest by An Xiaole's side!Hey, by the way, An Le has a public job, and I will use this as an excuse not to leave. As the saying goes, marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog, what else can he do to me after the marriage book is signed and the wedding is held?I still have to hold on to the bridal chamber. Well, he was thinking wildly, when his ears moved suddenly, he became happy when he heard An.

As soon as Ling Wuqi stood up, he saw Anle open the door and come out.

The groom's red hairband from yesterday was still obliquely tied on his head. At this time, he looked like he was not sober after a hangover, and walked towards the two of them with hands and feet a little bit dull.

"Get up, Xiao Le, come and have a happy egg."

An Dahai greeted him, "Did you tell your master about your transfer home? Will he come over next month?"

"Ah?" An Le was asked this out of the blue, and without turning his head for a moment, he replied in a daze, "I should have written to him when I left Pingyang County."

"That's good. It's such a big deal for you to get married. When someone comes over next month, remember to make him a wedding feast."

An Dahai didn't say much else, he just put away the eggshells on the table, went back to his room with the bowls and chopsticks in his arms, and gave the newlyweds a chance to be alone very knowingly and wittily.

The small yard is small, but inexplicably warm.

The two sat at the stone table under the grape arbor. An Le looked down at the bright red eggs on the table, and then at the oily red sauced duck drying beside him. When he turned to Ling Wuqi, his face was as red as the surrounding environment.

Ling Wuqi saw that he was so cute and miserable, so he wanted to ask solemnly: "How much do you remember about yesterday?"

"Remember, remember that after our wedding," An Le shyly stared at Ling Wuqi, lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes, "Then I drank too much." Ling Wuqi said softly, and then asked : "And then?"

"Then" An Le raised his head hesitantly, and looked at him with questioning eyes shyly and timidly, "And did we have a bridal chamber?" Ling Wuqi suppressed a smile, and deliberately lowered his face: "You even forgot about the bridal chamber?"

"Ah?" Now An Le was really confused, he thought they didn't have time for the wedding, could he even forget such an important thing as the wedding?Thinking of this, he was so ashamed that he wanted to jump off the nearby well immediately.

"Brother Ling, I..." An Le grabbed Ling Wuqi's hand in frustration, and said anxiously, "I, I..." I didn't know what to say for a long time.

Seeing that he had had enough teasing, Ling Wuqi smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll help you remember."

As he spoke, he gently pinched An Le's chin, leaned over and kissed her.

An Le only felt a "buzz" in his head, and all the blood rushed to his forehead.

Ling Wuqi sometimes kissed his lower lip softly, and sometimes sucked his tongue fiercely. This feeling of deep kissing was completely unfamiliar to An Le, but it was extremely wonderful.

He was sure that he would remember such a wonderful feeling only once, obviously he had never kissed anyone before, that being the case, Anle tried hard to remember the bridal chamber, but his mind quickly became a mess.

Ling Wuqi hugged his waist and stood up, and the two kissed all the way back to the house from the yard. Then he was pressed down on the soft mattress, and Ling Wuqi's passionate kisses moved to his ears and his neck. , on his chest, he found that his upper body was naked at some point, and Ling Wuqi in front of him was also in messy clothes. The two of them pressed their hard lower bodies together, exchanging chaotic breathing and heartbeat.

An Le held Ling Wuqi's face subconsciously, and looked at him tenderly.

Ling Wuqi's facial features are very beautiful, and now the bright red is flying around the corners of his eyes and brows, making him even more dazzling.

An Le looked at his husband's face and was stunned for a moment.

Ling Wuqi bent his eyes, and asked softly: "What are you looking at?" An Le replied blankly: "Brother Ling, you look so good!" Ling Wuqi put his hand into his obscene pants, Kneaded gently.

The next moment, more kisses rained down.

While kissing him, Ling Wuqi pressed his whole body against him, not forgetting to light fire and caress all over his body with both hands.

An Le also hugged Ling Wuqi tightly back, responding positively but clumsily.

The arrow is on the string, ready to go.

But at this time, a guy who didn't know what to do or what to do appeared out of nowhere, and knocked on the door outside the yard: "Ling Wuqi, open the door! You have the ability to marry someone else, and you have the ability to open the door! Don't hide inside!" Be quiet, I know you are home! Open the door! Open the door!" Startled, An Le bit Ling Wuqi's lips, bleeding out accidentally.

Ling Wuqi sat up angrily, and cursed: "I fuck him!"