【Lotus Cake】After the wife secretly gave birth to a child

Nezha and Ao Bing are very close. From a certain angle, the tips of their noses almost touch, as if they want to kiss each other through thin air and a veil.

Dragons have produced beauties since ancient times.

Compared with Nezha, who has seen too many plots and tricks after becoming a god, is bloody and picky, and has a lean and sharp stature, Ao Bing is more noble and pale, with a slender waist, cold and beautiful eyes, but pure and tough of.

Nezha looked at him deeply, and said calmly but gently: "I wonder if Your Excellency would like to fight?"

Years after he became a god, the third prince Nezha always gave people the impression of being cold and indifferent.Not only is he not warm to others, but also because he always purses his lips flatly, speaks very little, and looks condescending and scrutinizing without a smile, which will give people great pressure and a sense of distance.

But today seems to be different, at least his tone is faintly gentle.

Ao Bing lowered his eyelashes, but his tone was clear and calm: "Then the crown prince will be the No. 8 Golden Immortal who I will fight next."

There are only twelve golden immortals, and there are still a few who are not at the feast. Ao Bing is fighting against a powerful person with the cultivation base of golden immortals.

Except for Lei Zhenzi and Mu Zha, there are still five people who were defeated by him.

Nezha, for example, is the first person in the world to cultivate both gods and demons since the magic pill became a saint.

Therefore, the world respects him and fears him, but they also have to rely on him.

Nezha is stronger than Jinxian, and his strength is vast and boundless, but he disdains to be ordered by Yuanshi Tianzun like his master Taiyi.

Ao Bing is different, he has too many burdens.

What was discarded like a shoe after Nezha became a god is something that the Dragon Clan has been praying for for thousands of years.

How could he not cherish it.

The atmosphere between the two was tense, and the ice and fire blended into a song.

Nezha said coldly: "Very good, since the battle at Chentang Pass many years ago, the two of us have never fought against each other again."

As the man's voice rose, deep crimson flames lingered from his arms, and his eyes were crimson and golden, dark and hot.

If the previous few were just appetizers, now Ao Bing's fighting spirit is rare, his hands clenched the ends of the double hammers and suddenly spiked ice picks burst out, his silver-blue eyes slowly scattered, serious and solemn.

Nezha seemed to be smiling, and suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "...does that place still hurt?"

Ao Bing opened his eyes wide, and the ice-white skin under the veil turned red: "You..."

Nezha was careless, captured his face tightly, and calmly narrated: "Why are you ashamed? At the end of that day, you were sitting on my body, pink and hungry, and your tail twisted around my waist and refused to let go. Who would want to Once you returned to the Dragon Palace, you became demonic again and refused to admit it. Tell me, why? Huh?"

This is a statement-like tone with a playful tone.

And the beauty who was originally flushed with lust, lingering and tilting her head to kiss, while hanging helplessly in his arms, moaned, now her skin was thin and transparent, with an ice-snow-like calmness and indifference.

Ao Bing clenched his hammers tightly to a huge icy ridge, raised his head and broke through the wind, and slashed at Nezha.

Nezha crossed his hands and retreated, retracted the fire-pointed gun, leaving a deep track on the ground, the two colors of ice and fire were instantly annihilated, and the ice edge was quickly disintegrated into mist.

The dragon cub underneath started howling suddenly, and was gagged by Li Jing with a juicy fairy peach, with tears in his eyes, whining endlessly.

Li Jing was really helpless, his son and daughter-in-law were more violent than the other, especially when they were dealing with each other who were originally from the same birth. Even though everyone knew that they had a child and had an ambiguous relationship for many years, the attack was so heavy that they didn't even bother to test.

I'm afraid that if they don't take away the nursing cubs, Zi Xianlei will shatter and sink to the bottom after a while.

Ao Bing in this room has excellent hearing ability, and being disturbed by the cubs he gave birth to, and thinking that he should not fight Nezha close to him during the estrous period, he is full of the face of the dragon clan, so he tries to calm himself down.

Ao Bing cut the mess quickly with a sharp knife, and the huge ice-blue dragon body screamed, the whole fairy ring condensed into black ice, the dragon's claws formed hooks, shook the fairy pillar and shattered cracks, and all the gods around were forced by the terrifying cold wind and waves. Back a few feet.

Soon the raging flames came, and the ice melted into small pieces, like oil and water slipping down the jade-faced fairy platform, and big drops of scorching hot water fell from the top down like a torrential rain.

The immortals were dumbfounded, the flat peaches were rolling all over the ground, and big and small pearls fell on the jade plate, panicking as if a catastrophe was coming.

Nezha's fire-pointed gun flickered and was put away, standing tall and tall, standing alone in front of him, his upturned eyes were as bright as black gold, and he urged Huntian Ling to restrain the dragon in his heart with his divine power.

Huntian Ling soared nimbly, entwined with ice dragons, and the red and blue intersected in the nine heavens, so fast that it was dizzying.

Ao Bing was extremely sensitive this time, looking back, he shattered the fiery red sheath into stiff shards, and it fell straight down, and there was another cry of fear underneath.

Nezha groaned for a moment, his sharp black knuckles closed, and the golden-red divine power coiled around his fingertips.

There is a sound of music in the distance, and it seems that Sendai has returned to its original state.

The chubby pink little dragon tried its best to fly up from the stage with its dorsal fin arched. Exhausted, it yelled at Ao Bing's grievances, flicked its tail and snorted, turned its head to protest at Nezha, and sprayed out clouds of ice and fire.

Ao Bing was tied to the cub, and his thoughts were inevitably in a mess, so he stopped his hands immediately, but he could transform into a humanoid flying body and felt something was wrong, just about to retreat, he was grabbed by his slender waist with a strong hand, and entangled him for a while. One of the double hammers was taken away.

Ao Bingbing's blue eyes moved, and no one could see his expression clearly. He twisted his waist and dodged his robe and sleeves to dodge.

Above the Sendai, the cool and wide-sleeved young man started first, with long silver-blue hair floating in the air, turning his slender waist in the air, the sharp edge transformed by the wind and frost divine power was piercingly cold, and more than 80 phantoms of ice needles formed behind him.

Nezha turned his face quickly, and the firelight imprinted on the sword light flew across his cheeks, frozen his temple hair, and scraped the tips of his ears.

The agitation of the real fire rose higher and higher, and Ao Bingxue's clothes were torn into pieces and scattered, and when he turned around, he was in a panic, his icy white and slender neck heaved and panted slightly.

The veil hangs down from the nine heavens, and the true face of the Prince of Dragon Palace is rarely revealed in the heaven.

It was a beautiful face, with a neutral sharp outline, but clear and innocent eyebrows and lips, glowing with an indifferent azure blue.

No matter how swiftly and fiercely Nezha shot, he also twisted his body at this time, and looked at Ao Bing lightly with a bottomless expression.

Ao Bing seemed to wake up, the residual heat in his body was suppressed, his cheeks were powdered, but his eyes were cold and tight, like some kind of vigilant little animal.

……

Nine layers of clouds, under the fairy ring.

The handsome young man who came with Ao Bing suddenly got up, his face showed pity, his lips moved slightly, and he communicated with him for a long time.

The man's body was like a thick hill, he hurried forward two steps, raised his head and stared at the sky, his complexion was bronze, his eyes were golden like the sun, he was wearing a purple gold crown, and he was wearing a boa robe.

It was Mo Ang, the prince of the Dragon Palace of the West Sea.

Hearing his voice transmission, Ao Bing just shook his head.

In terms of age, Mo Ang is the same age as Ao Bing, and their status is similar.

Nezha raised his eyes, and slowly retracted the pointed gun, watching Ao Bing grinning, but there was no smile in his eyes, and even a hint of violence.

But Mo Ang looked around the audience, made a decisive decision, gritted his teeth and stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Prince Nezha, please fight next time!"

There was an uproar on the spot.

However, Mo Ang used his inner strength to transmit the sound to Jiutian, and said bluntly: "Looking at the world, no one knows, Prince Nezha has been unsuccessful in courting the third prince of the East China Sea for several days, and he was humiliated and neglected. I am afraid that he has been emotionally hurt. I want to take this opportunity. Take revenge!"

Ao Bing's pale lips parted slightly: "..."

Now that the words are out, the truth seems to be revealed.

I didn't expect Prince Nezha to be so crazy. Today, seeing the prince of the dragon clan with a graceful and graceful face, his face is also rare, elegant and beautiful.

When you see her, you will become obsessed with it, and it's no wonder that you have been entangled for many years.

But no one knows that they had a hearty play at the seaside of Chentang a few days ago, and both of them seemed to have never done it.

Mo Ang gritted his teeth and rumored Yu Nezha: "Even if you kill tens of thousands of enemies, what is the reputation of the God of War? You are not the same people."

He was already of extraordinary strength due to his pure and thick blood, and he had a tendency to become famous at a young age. Even so, he challenged three Golden Immortal powers successively in the past year, all of which were narrow victories. .

This year, Mo Ang came here full of ambition, holding the magic weapon three-edged mace bestowed by the Xihai tribe, thinking that his strength had greatly increased.

Ao Bing put on the veil again, lowered his eyelashes and said softly: "Thank you, Prince Mo Ang, for your kindness, it's just..."

Mo Ang raised his head, with some inexplicable feelings in his eyes, he clasped his fists and said, "We have known each other since we were young, why are you thanking me! Besides - I have your father's imperial edict first, you are sick, If he confronts you, I will stop it!"

Ao Bing suddenly remembered the conversation with his father, but he couldn't refute it, he just squeezed his fingers tightly to suppress the rebellious intention in his heart.

Nezha was very interested, playing with a cluster of dancing real fire with Hei Rui's fingertips, he nodded provocatively indifferently: "Come on."

All the immortals sighed endlessly, saying that Mo Ang's brain was broken, and the whole dragon went crazy.

Prince Nezha below Jinxian can be annihilated with one move, but above Jinxian has never fought against him, such a sensational record, but it is indeed the result of one foot and one muddy blood mark.

——It is completely different from the yellow-mouthed children who can only howl and curse.

Ao Bing's expression under the veil was unclear, but his icy blue eyes showed deep worry.

Nezha didn't smile at all, and he sent a voice transmission to him, with a gentle tone: "In that case, I will kill him."

Ao Bing did not speak, his exposed neck and wrists were astonishingly white, and his eyes were clear and bewildered.

Nezha grinned, and sneered in his ear, "I lied to you."

Ao Bing passed the red earlobe, and immediately flew down, met Mo Ang who was facing him without saying a word, the fairy wind was cold and his wide sleeves fluttered with the wind, the exposed skin was so cold and white that it almost melted, and his posture was gentle and majestic.

The nearby gods were all stunned.

In the past, it was rumored that Ao Bing had a strange body, and that he could give birth to a man, so he must be very feminine and feminine. This feature is attached to a monster such as the Dragon Clan, and it is only natural except that it makes people even more disdainful.

Seeing the ice beauty of Dragon Palace today, it is not the case.

In terms of toughness, his divine power is not inferior to that of Prince Nezha, and they are almost evenly matched.

Ao Bing was so tall, straight and handsome, the two of them standing together seemed like a pair of ice and fire, like a pair of brothers.

……

Peach Fairy Banquet, life and death are fate.

But no one has ever played so big, after all, the gods still care about their reputation, and it is extremely rare for them to be crazy.

Mo Ang was determined to win, he couldn't help but grasp the three-edged mace like his arms and fingers, and turned his back towards Nezha like a strong wind.

He has admired Ao Bing for a long time, but Ao Bing gave birth to the dragon cub with great difficulty and refused to ask him to take care of him during the breeding process. Like an ascetic monk, he lived his life lifelessly at dawn and dusk, sacrificing the rest of his life for the child and the dragon clan.

But as soon as Nezha came back, Ao Bing became a little more angry.

Out of the consideration of being a male in his prime, Mo Ang has always been arbitrary and domineering. As a man, he has been jealous and hated Nezha for a long time.

The two extremely tall males were silent, just looking at each other, one could understand where the strong hostility in each other's eyes came from.

Nezha Heirui's fingertips ignited the Samadhi True Fire, and the surrounding area was steaming with intense steam. His eyes were filled with playfulness and violence, and he pinched the three-edged mace stabbed by Mo Ang with two fingers.

Ridiculous to the extreme, in the blink of an eye.

Snapped!

Just snap it off and it's broken.

Nezha's eyes were full of mockery, his black sharp nails clamped the remnant soldiers, and he tilted his head as if expressionless.

boom!

In an instant, he slammed the dragon warrior down the fairy platform, and the fiery red ball fell straight down, and the residual heat instantly melted the jade.

Mo Ang was stunned and howled in panic: "No——"

In an instant, bursts of blood-red flames surrounded Mo Ang's body, and the heat wave was billowing with white air. Even if he didn't touch it, the temperature was enough to roast the gods into mud.

It was as easy as Ao Bing dealing with other gods.

Nezha slowly raised his dark eyes, and Huntian Ling soared, with a lean and agile figure, condescendingly looking down at the burly Dragon Prince as if struck by lightning, kneeling in the middle of the fire circle in astonishment.

He didn't hold back at all, and the third prince went crazy again.

All the immortals had never seen this scene, and they all mumbled, and they couldn't even drink the wine cup they had finally held firmly in their hands.

For tens of thousands of years, the feast of flat peaches has been full of laughter and comfort, even if there are immortals, there has never been a death because of it.

The immortals enjoying themselves in the rear had never seen such a bloody scene, but it was enough to make people shudder.

Mo Ang's head was covered with sweat, his heart was full of remorse and humiliation, his pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his head and heard the sound of the wind, and the fire pointed spear protruded layers of delicate lotus leaves, almost throwing Mo Ang into the sea of ​​evil and piercing Mo Ang.

……

The dragon cub was carried around by Li Jing and came back, and saw his father looked like this, his tail was taut and trembling, he refused to eat deer milk, and he curled his horns listlessly.

Li Jing felt sorry for the little boy, and was about to find the daughter-in-law of the dragon clan to coax the child.

Unexpectedly, Li Tianwang looked away in a blink of an eye, and saw Ao Bing's complexion as white as snow, turning into a round of icy blue arc meteors and rushing towards the fairy ring in an instant.

The ice and snow blew past, the real fire was half-extinguished, and the veiled Dragon Prince landed on his toes.

Ao Bing looked back at his wide sleeves flying, and immediately pulled out the double hammers, and the icy light was blinding in an instant.

Mo Ang fell from the sky like a piece of rotten meat, twitched as he was dying, his whole body exuded a burnt smell.

Nezha folded his hands, dodged out, and looked at him with a smile in the strong wind.

Ao Bing suppressed his shock, his wide sleeves were slightly moved by the fairy wind, and he lowered his eyes and said coldly: "He is not your opponent, I will admit defeat on behalf of Prince Moang."

Nezha looked down at him, put away the pointed gun, and asked with strange patience, "Are you blaming me?"

Ao Bing shook his head, clenched his fingers under his wide sleeves, and said calmly, "I won't blame you, I should have been more determined."

The implication is that no one blames anyone but himself.

He originally came here for the face and dignity of the Dragon Clan, but because of his father's strict instructions, he hesitated again.

Now Prince Moang is half dead, and the Dragon Clan is slapped back even more heavily by the Heavenly God of War.As the person who controls the whole drama, he is responsible no matter what.

Ao Bing is easy to be hesitant and docile, but never resentful or resentful.

He will only remember those mistakes and move forward.

Nezha suddenly put away his smile, and looked at the ice beauty of Dragon Palace indifferently.

The young man closed his eyes, the circle of heaven and earth on his wrist was shining, and he said with a smile, "No one blames anyone, no one hates it, it's a pity that you don't practice Buddhism."

Holding the double hammers, Ao Bing said nothing, his brows were gentle and calm, and the dragon's horns seemed to be condensed ice and snow, and he put away the double hammers.

The sky suddenly appeared, and disappeared in a trance, and the fairy ring was a mess.

In reality, the jade stones collapsed, the pillars of the corridor were split open horizontally by the huge and mixed divine power, and the sky was filled with a misty white mist of ice and fire, obscuring the light of the distant stars.The gods below were scattered in panic, and the discussions were terrified. Above the nine heavens, the Emperor of Heaven also had to stand up, with his hands behind his back and his eyes showing complicated thoughts.

Farther away, in the misty fairyland, the whole house is peaceful, and Long'er sleeps snoring sweetly and drooling.

Long before they started fighting, the cub had been placed back home by Li Jing.

The illusion vanished silently, and Ao Bing backed away in a daze.

He saw the end of the mist in the distance, and walked back to reality from the false world constructed by Nezha.

Ao Bing's lips moved slightly, and finally said: "I..."

Nezha looked at him calmly, and said, "I lost."