Chapter 1589 Big Wedding

"To be united forever, ask the bride and groom to shed their blood to form a good relationship!"

As the master of ceremonies sang and drank, another maid held a tray covered by red cloth, and when the red cloth tray was opened, 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 it lightly on her index finger, a drop of blood slipped from her finger, onto the purple light, and then looked at Song Yan.

Song Yan faintly felt something was wrong.

The master of ceremonies urged with a smile: "Young Master Chu, please bleed!"

"good!"

Song Yan slightly hesitated to pick up the gold needle and pierce his finger, and then a drop of blood rolled down and splashed on the purple lamp, and then he saw the concentric lamp suddenly glowing brightly, and the purple flame turned into a big heart shape.

Immediately there was a burst of applause from the surrounding guests.

The voice of the master of ceremonies sounded again: "The concentric lamp is successful, and the wedding ceremony is perfect. Please send the bride to the bridal chamber!"

As for the Patriarch of the Wang family, who was sitting in a position higher than Gaotang, seeing this scene, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Next is banquet time.

The Wang family has a great reputation in Tianyang domain, so there are many people who come to the wedding, almost all major sects and major forces have sent people to come.

If people give face like this, Song Yan, the groom, will naturally go to toast.

Therefore, it took a full hour and a half for a round of toasting.

"Uncle, the owner is here to invite you!"

Just as Song Yan finished toasting, 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 six demigod elders of the Wang family on the banquet.

"I have met the Patriarch, I have met the elders!"

Song Yan bent over to salute.

"Get up!"

The Patriarch of the Wang family nodded: "Xiaofan, cherish the next three days. After three days, you will enter the ancestral land of my Wang family to practice together with Wang Teng and Wang Yao!"

"yes!"

Song Yan nodded.

"Go!" The head of the Wang family waved his hand.

When Song Yan left the room, the Patriarch of the Wang family asked the six demigod elders with a smile: "What do you elders think of this son?"

"Very good!" said an elder.

Another elder also nodded in satisfaction: "It's true, the qi and blood in his body are as vigorous as a rushing river, and his Yangshen is cultivated by five imperial exercises. No wonder his strength is comparable to that of the holy sea." !"

"yes!"

The third elder also nodded, with regret flashing in his eyes: "It's a pity that he is not a child of my Wang family, otherwise, when we enter the central domain and train him with all our strength, maybe he will become a ninth-level general!"

No matter which race, one can become a demigod by cultivating to the extreme, and one can become a god if one breaks through a demigod.

Demigods also have strengths and weaknesses, and the gap between demigods among different races is still very large. Therefore, after discussion among various races, the strength of demigods will be determined by the ninth-level gods in the future.

The first-level god general is the weakest, and the ninth-level god general is the strongest.

Generally speaking, as long as a cultivator of the human race reaches the middle stage of demigod, he will have the strength of a first-level god general.

And the ninth-level general is the strongest under the gods, and the existence closest to the gods.

In the central domain, only forces with ninth-level god generals can be called superpowers.

"Those who are not of my race must have a different heart. For my Wang family to enter the central domain, I can only sacrifice him. Besides, although Wang Teng's aptitude is not as good as that of Chu Fan, he still has the possibility of becoming a ninth-level god general!" Wang Family Patriarch Said lightly.

Song Yan, who was not far from the room, suddenly had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as expected, the Wang family really had no good intentions!

It's just that in the end, who cheated who still doesn't know.

People from the Wang family came forward to greet the guests, Song Yan finished the toast, so he went directly to the new house.

"Owner."

Shishi and Yueyue are waiting outside the new house.

"You two go to rest!" Song Yan said to the two girls.

"Master's spring night is worth a thousand gold, come on!"

"come on!"

The two girls made a cheering gesture to Song Yan, and then left with a smile.

Song Yan smiled, then pushed open the door and walked in.

At this moment, Wang Ying had already changed out of her bridal attire, and put back on a plain white long dress, sitting in front of the bronze mirror and combing her black hair. When she heard Song Yan enter the door, she didn't turn her head, 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, "Let me do it."

Wang Ying didn't speak.

Song Yan didn't take it seriously, picked up the wooden comb and gently combed her hair.

Wang Ying's hair was of very good quality, very smooth, and it was completely combed in just a while, 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 a smile.

Suddenly, Song Yan bent over and hugged Wang Ying from behind. Immediately, her body froze, and her whole body seemed to collapse tightly.

"Don't be nervous, relax." Feeling this, Song Yan whispered in her ear: "We are now husband and wife."

"Um!"

Wang Ying nodded lightly, and then her body also slowly relaxed, but there was a faint blush on her cold cheeks.

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly hugged Wang Ying and greeted her with an exclamation: "You...what do you want to do?"

"Today is our bridal chamber night, of course we are doing what couples should do!" Song Yan laughed.

"But...but I'm not ready yet, how about next time!"

Wang Ying's voice trembled a little, showing that she was very nervous.

Song Yan smiled coldly: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. There is no need to prepare for what you have to experience sooner or later!"

"But……!"

"No but!" Song Yan forcibly interrupted her, then lowered her head and kissed Wang Ying's small mouth. Immediately, the other party's body became stiff again, and her eyes widened even more, staring at Song in disbelief. Inkstone.

But gradually, she felt Song Yan's tongue messing between her lips and teeth, and her pretty face turned red, spreading to the base of her ears.

She subconsciously shouted: "Don't... umm!"

Just as she was speaking, Song Yan's tongue seized the opportunity to break through his teeth and capture that pink and tender tongue.

The moment her little fragrant tongue was caught, a tingling feeling spread all over her body instantly, and her tight body gradually softened, even her arms couldn't help stretching out to hook Song Yan neck.

After kissing for a full quarter of an hour, Song Yan let go of Wang Ying. As soon as she was free, she opened her mouth slightly and panted desperately, like a dehydrated fish.

"Like it?"

Song Yan leaned close to her ear and whispered.

Immediately, Wang Ying, who was already shy, became even more shy and shook her 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.