"We will always be united, please shed blood on the bride and groom to make a happy marriage!"
As the master of ceremonies sang and drank, another maid carried a tray covered with red cloth. When she opened the red cloth tray, there were two thin needles, one gold and one silver.
Wang Ying, who was wearing bright red bridal makeup, picked up the silver needle and pricked her index finger gently. A drop of blood slipped from her fingers and dripped on the purple lights, and then she looked at Song Yan.
Song Yan felt something was wrong.
The master of ceremonies smiled and urged: "Mr. Chu, please bleed!"
"good!"
Song Yan hesitated slightly, picked up the golden needle and pricked it on his finger, and then a drop of blood rolled down and splashed on the purple light. Then he saw the concentric lights suddenly glowing, and the purple flame turned into a Big heart shape.
He was immediately greeted by a burst of cheers from the guests around him.
The voice of the emcee sounded again: "The concentric lamp is successful, this wedding is a perfect ceremony, please send the bride into the bridal chamber!"
When the head of the Wang family, who was sitting in a position higher than the high hall, saw this scene, he couldn't help but reveal a meaningful smile.
Next is the banquet time.
The Wang family has great prestige in Tianyang Domain, so many people came to attend the wedding. Almost all major sects and major forces sent people to attend.
Being given face like this, Song Yan, the groom, naturally wanted to propose a toast.
Therefore, it took a full hour and a half to finish the round of toasts.
"Uncle, the master of the house invites you!"
As soon as Song Yan finished the toast, a maid came and said to him.
Under the guidance of the maid, Song Yan entered a room.
There is also a banquet in this room. In addition to the head of the Wang family, there are also six demigod elders of the Wang family at the banquet.
"I've met the head of the family, I've met the elders!"
Song Yan bent down and saluted.
"Get up!"
The head of the Wang family nodded: "Xiao Fan, cherish the next three days. In three days, you, Wang Teng and Wang Yao will enter my Wang family's ancestral land to practice!"
"yes!"
Song Yan nodded.
"Go!" The head of the Wang family waved his hand.
After Song Yan left the room, the head of the Wang family smiled and asked the six demigod elders: "What do you elders think of this boy?"
"Very good!" said an elder.
Another elder also nodded with satisfaction: "It's indeed good. The energy and blood in his body are as strong as a rushing river, and his Yang Shen is cultivated from five imperial skills. No wonder his strength is comparable to that of the Holy Sea." !”
"yes!"
The third elder also nodded, with a look of regret in his eyes: "It's a pity that he is not a descendant of my Wang family. Otherwise, when we enter the central domain and train him with all our strength, he might become a ninth-level divine general!"
No matter which race you are, if you practice to the extreme, you will become a demigod, and if you break through to become a demigod, you can become a god.
Demigods are also divided into strengths and weaknesses, and the gap between demigods among different races is still very large. Therefore, after discussions among various races, the strength of demigods will be determined based on the ninth-level gods.
The first-level divine generals are the weakest, and the ninth-level divine generals are the strongest.
Generally speaking, as long as human cultivators reach the middle stage of demigods, they will have the strength of a first-level god general.
The ninth-level divine general is the strongest among gods and the closest to gods.
In the central region, only those forces with ninth-level divine generals can be called super forces.
"He who is not from my race must have a different heart. In order for our Wang family to enter the central region, we have to sacrifice him. Besides, although Wang Teng's qualifications are not as good as that of Chu Fan, he still has the possibility of becoming a ninth-level divine general!" The head of the Wang family! He said calmly.
Not far out of the room, a sneer suddenly appeared on Song Yan's lips. As expected, the Wang family really didn't have good intentions!
It’s just that we don’t know who cheated whom in the end.
People from the Wang family had to take part in greeting the guests. Song Yan finished the toast and it was over, so he went directly to the new house.
"Owner."
Shishi and Yueyue are waiting outside their new house.
"You two go and have a rest!" Song Yan said to the two girls.
"Master, a moment of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold, come on!"
"come on!"
The two women made cheering gestures to Song Yan, and then left laughing.
Song Yan smiled, then opened the door and walked in.
At this moment, Wang Ying had changed out of her bridal clothes and put on a plain white dress. She was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, combing her black hair. When she heard Song Yan come in, she did not look back, but said lightly: "You're back."
"Um!"
Song Yan responded, strode up, reached for the wooden comb in Wang Ying's hand, and said softly: "I'll do it."
Wang Ying said nothing.
Song Yan didn't take it seriously, picked up the wooden comb and gently combed it on her head.
Wang Ying's hair was of good quality and very smooth, and it was completely combed in just a moment. After thinking about it, Song Yan took a purple ribbon and tied her hair up, and asked with a smile: "How is it? "
"good!"
Wang Ying forced out a smile.
Suddenly, Song Yan bent over and hugged Wang Ying from behind. Suddenly, her body stiffened, and her whole body seemed to collapse tightly.
"Don't be nervous, relax." Sensing this, Song Yan whispered in her ear: "We are husband and wife now."
"Um!"
Wang Ying nodded gently, and then her body slowly relaxed, but there was a faint pink blush on her cold cheeks.
At this moment, Song Yan suddenly picked up Wang Ying and greeted her with an exclamation: "You... what do you want to do?"
"Today is our wedding night, of course we will do what a couple should do!" Song Yan said with a smile.
"But...but I'm not ready yet, maybe next time!"
Wang Ying's voice was trembling, showing that she was very nervous inside.
Song Yan smiled coldly: "It is better to choose a day than to hit it. There is no need to prepare for what you will experience sooner or later!"
"But… !"
"No buts!" Song Yan interrupted her forcibly, then lowered his head and kissed Wang Ying's mouth. Suddenly, the other party's body became stiff again, and his eyes were widened, staring at Song in disbelief. Inkstone.
But gradually, she felt Song Yan's tongue messing around her lips and teeth, and her pretty face turned red, spreading to her ears.
She subconsciously shouted: "No... no!"
Just as she was speaking, Song Yan's tongue took the opportunity to break through the teeth and captured the pink and tender tongue.
The moment her little sweet tongue was captured, a numbing feeling instantly spread throughout her body. The tight body slowly softened, and even her arms couldn't help but reach out and hook Song Yan. neck.
After kissing for a full quarter of an hour, Song Yan let go of Wang Ying. Once she was free, she opened her mouth slightly and panted desperately, just like a dehydrated fish.
"Like it?"
Song Yan leaned into her ear and whispered.
Suddenly, Wang Ying, who was already shy, became even more shy and quickly shook his head: "I don't know!"
"Haha, since you don't know, let's start over!"
"don't want!"
While exclaiming, Song Yan kissed Wang Ying again.
The author's digression: First update, thanks to Wu and Wu Longxing Tianxia 3366 for their generous rewards.
I would like to recommend a new book "One Sword of Nine States Cold", you can read it (to be continued)