Chapter Three Hundred and Fifteen The Wedding Night.

The next morning, when Hemingway got up early, he was surrounded by a group of juniors. Because the wedding is completed at her parents' house, the step of picking up the relatives can naturally be omitted. They are both family members, and the process is not complicated. The two just dressed in formal clothes and served tea to the elders and the elder brother Tang Xiao.

Then the juniors salute their uncle and uncle, and then there is the banquet. The wedding was so simple that Hemingway didn't even feel it was real. Fortunately, the woman in the red palace dress was always reminding Hemingway that she was already her own woman.

The banquet took half a day, and many elders and juniors came to toast frequently, as if they were deliberately trying to get him drunk. When it was over, even Hemingway's physical fitness felt powerless. In fact, he can directly use his soul power to disperse the alcoholism, but today is a happy day. If you don't get drunk, you always feel like something is missing. So just let it go.

After the banquet was over, Hemingway, who was full of alcohol, was swaying and was supported by his wife back to the room. Back in the bridal room, Hemingway sat on the wedding bed of the two, Tang Yuehua looked at the man in front of him, the man's face was bloodshot because of drunk, his mood was extremely complicated. In the past, because of the responsibility of restoring the sect, he chose to give up his personal happiness. Unexpectedly, at the age of forty, there is still a chance to marry. Especially when he actually became a soul master. All of this is as unreal as a dream to her.

"Yuehua, I'm going to take a bath. You smell bad because of the smell of alcohol." Seeing his daughter-in-law staring at him with a complicated expression, Hemingway thought it was the smell of alcohol on his body that made her feel uncomfortable, so he consciously stood up and shook Wandering towards the bathroom. Taking a shower can also make yourself sober, saving the first time in two lifetimes that the wedding night is not good.

As he walked, his hands started to unbutton his body.

"I'll help you. Why do you drink so much alcohol? Don't you usually drink alcohol?" Seeing Hemingway striving towards the bathroom, Tang Yuehua stopped him directly, then stepped forward, and carefully untied his body one by one. button.

"Isn't today a big day of great joy? They can't drink it when they toast me." Hemingway didn't refuse her action. He was already a husband and wife, and naturally he didn't need to worry about men and women as before.

Staring at his wife's fair face, her eyelashes flickered, and the serious Zhang Zheng on her face was already in sight. A tenderness rose in Hemingway's heart.

"Yuehua...!" Hemingway couldn't help reaching out to hold his wife's pretty face, feeling the silky warmth and warmth in his palm, Hemingway felt very satisfied. Unlike other women, this is the hair-bearing wife he is marrying. More sense of ceremony!

"Don't move, the smell of alcohol is all over your body, do you need me to wash it for you?" Tang Yuehua said softly with a blushing face after taking off Hemingway's coat one by one, leaving only a pair of shorts.

Hemingway shook her head, then motioned to her that she was fine, before shaking her body into the bathroom. If wine is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating, and if sex is not charming, people are self-fascinated. The main reason why he was drunk today was his deliberate indulgence because he married the woman he liked and was happy.

Turn on the nozzle, rinse it with cold water, and then use soul power to dispel the alcoholism, so that he wakes up, and Hemingway switched to hot water. Looking at the mirror in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror, a smug smile appeared on his face.

From today onwards, he will officially have a home in this world. Before that, although he had many confidantes, the two sides had not formally established a relationship. But starting today, he finally got married and started a business.

Thinking of this, he felt a sincere sense of happiness. Because he is in this strange world,

Finally have a home.

It turns out that a simple wedding feels so different. Or it is this sense of ritual that gives people a solemnity.

The man took a quick shower. After rinsing, Hemingway wrapped his body in a towel and walked out of the bathroom. By the time he came out, Tang Yuehua had already taken off the red palace dress that was her wedding dress and put on loose silk pajamas.

"The pajamas are in the closet, you put them on yourself, and I have to take a bath." As she spoke, the beauty stepped into the bathroom with bare feet and slippers.

Seeing the snow-white skin exposed under her black pajamas, Hemingway couldn't help his blood gushing out after waking up. He opened the quaint mahogany wardrobe, and saw the brand new men's clothes and trousers inside, Hemingway was also moved.

These clothes are estimated to be the clothes Tang Yuehua bought while carrying himself in the past few days, with his wife's heart. Take out a black nightgown and put it on, it fits perfectly.

"Oh, Yuehua still knows my figure quite well!" Putting on his clothes, Hemingway chose to ignore Tang Yuehua's career and other people's talents. You know, a real noble also needs to fully understand clothing. How to match, for what occasion.

After changing his clothes, Hemingway returned to the big bed full of anticipation, lifted the quilt, and got into the quilt.

And after entering the bed, his eyes never left the bathroom door. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes...

While he was waiting, an hour later, Tang Yuehua finally came out of the bathroom wearing pajamas. Seeing Hemingway staring straight at him, Tang Yuehua smiled sweetly. Only then did she walk towards the dresser in a fashionable manner and pick up the skin care products.

"Yuehua, come up quickly, what are you doing with makeup?" Hemingway saw his daughter-in-law's unhurried attitude, and she was like the first time brother Xiaochu, oh no. He is indeed a junior.

Hemingway jumped off the bed, and in Tang Yuehua's exclamation, he hugged her soft body and ran back to the bed in a few steps.

This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had a bridal chamber, and now he didn't want to endure it for a minute.

"Fuck off, auntie's bridal chamber dares to listen to the wall, you don't want to live anymore?" Outside the new house, several young Clear Sky Sect disciples were squatting at the door listening to the corner of the wall. Unfortunately, after being seen by passing Tang Niu, he kicked each of several people's buttocks and kicked them away. He is a supporter of the sect master's lineage and has great respect for Tang Yuehua. Besides, if this kind of thing is known to the powerful uncle, how many people can be better?

As another leader among the three generations of disciples, Tang Niu felt that it was his responsibility to stand up and clean them up. At that time, the little uncle knew that he beat them to death with one punch.

In the room, Hemingway moved his ears twice and heard the sound of breathing outside the door. He nodded in satisfaction, and then gently took off his wife's pajamas.

Don't forget, he is domineering. Usually, even if it is not turned on, his senses are very keen. Just the few squatters outside the door, can they still escape his perception?

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Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle.

Early in the morning.

Hemingway stood up refreshed. Although he belonged to the paying party last night, he lost a lot of essence. But with his current cultivation base, his current physique. So little loss, it's just pediatrics. After tossing around in the middle of the night, he is still fierce and fierce, and he can fight for thousands of rounds at any time.

If it wasn't for Tang Yuehua's body being tossed and a little unsupportable, Hemingway said that he would be fine even if he did it for three days and three nights. After all, if the physique is strong, then the function of that aspect will naturally be stronger.

Looking at Tang Yuehua, who was still sleeping sweetly on the bed with a sweet smile on her face, Hemingway really couldn't bear to wake her up. After all, she was really tired after being tossed around in the middle of the night last night.

But today is the second day of the wedding, and there are other things to do.

Therefore, before going to bed last night, Tang Yuehua repeatedly said that he must wake up in the morning. Hemingway had no choice but to do so. Fortunately, he has other ways to restore Tang Yuehua's energy.

After using the power of water to condense the nourishing water, the water of life and other quick-recovery waters into Tang Yuehua's body, Tang Yuehua soon woke up. The spirit that was lost yesterday has been restored to its original state, and even the state is full.

With her delicate appearance, Hemingway moved his index finger so much that he almost couldn't help but want to do another morning exercise. Fortunately, taking into account her heart, she did not act in the end.

The husband and wife simply washed up and went to serve tea to Tang Xiao and several elders early.

After breakfast, Hemingway brought Tang Yuehua to Tang Xiao's study.

"Uncle, don't get excited about what I'm going to say next!" The study is not simple, but it is very simple. Two rows of long bookshelves almost blocked two walls, and in front of one of the rows was a desk.

In the middle of the room, there are two long sofas and a coffee table. When Tang Xiao saw Hemingway's mysterious appearance, he couldn't bear to see it, especially since the other party had just kissed his own sister last night. Although his brother and sister are more than 20 years old, it is precisely because of this that Tang Xiao has the illusion that his eldest brother is like a father. Sometimes he is willing to stand in the father's seat and look at his sister.

"Humph! If you have something to say, what are you talking about?" Tang Xiao snorted coldly.

"Okay, since you have said so. What I am going to say next, you and Yuehua should not be excited after hearing it. As for whether to tell others, that is your own business. I am Yuehua's husband, tell me You are just because she is your sister." After Hemingway gave the two of them a vaccination, he continued to speak amid Tang Xiao's impatience and his wife's gentle smile.

"I have seen Haotian Douluo..."

But as soon as he spoke, the expressions of the two of them changed. Tang Xiao stood up straight in excitement, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"Sit down, sit down. And Yuehua, don't get excited." He patted his wife and grasped his little hand, and Hemingway smiled and repeated the words.

"I've seen Haotian Douluo before. At that time, he was secretly guarding a boy and accompanying him. And that boy was called Tang San..." Holding his wife tightly, Hemingway began to talk about Tang Hao and Tang San.

Listening to Zhang Zheng's story, Tang Yuehua just fell into his arms and cried. On the other hand, Tang Xiao, with an ashen face, clenched his fists several times, and finally chose to let go. In the end there was only a long sigh.

"Why did you only tell me about this kind of thing now?" Seeing Hemingway taking out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, Tang Yuehua beat his chest with a small white fist, her tone full of anger.

"You can't blame me for that. I didn't know your identity until I formally came to propose marriage. I didn't even know you were his aunt." Hemingway answered his daughter-in-law's resentment more confidently than ever. As for whether it is true or not, I am afraid that only he himself knows.

For Tang San, the protagonist of the original novel, Hemingway never took it as a threat. First, there is no conflict of interest between the two, and secondly, he is now almost certain to inherit the Seagod position, and the capital of slaughter has also been poisoned by himself, I am afraid it is not far from destruction. It is impossible for him to obtain the Killing God Domain again. Without the realm of killing gods, don't even think about inheriting the throne of Shura.

Even if Tang San was lucky enough to find a divine position in the future, he would definitely not be an opponent of his dual divine positions. If that's the case, then why isn't he being more generous?

While watching Hemingway was still gently wiping the tears from the corners of Tang Yuehua's eyes. After this wave of dog food came down, Tang Xiao, who had just eaten breakfast, almost choked to death.

"Yuehua, what does it look like crying in front of outsiders?" Tang Xiao could only reprimand his sister with a cold face. Through reprimanding, I tried to let her know the existence of her big brother.

outsider?

You are an outsider!

This is my wife!

As soon as Tang Xiao taught his sister a lesson, Hemingway almost rolled up his sleeves and slapped him madly! He secretly slandered him in his heart, and then he comforted his wife in his arms softly: "Yuehua, what Uncle said is right. If you want to cry, let's go back to the room and have a good cry. He is an outsider after all. "It's not appropriate for us to show our affection in front of him."

After he finished speaking, Hemingway gave someone a defiant glance. The daughter-in-law has already got it, and the eldest brother has lost the need to please. That being the case, he naturally doesn't mind being a little presumptuous.

"Boy, I'm Yuehua's eldest brother. How dare you say that I'm an outsider." Hemingway said he was an outsider, Tang Xiao slapped the table and stood up, his face flushed with anger.

"Cough cough...! Uncle brother, as a brother-in-law, the younger brother must remind you. Yuehua is my daughter-in-law, and when she enters the door of my Hai family, she is my person. If you want to be close, it is also my husband and her. Get closer." A mere Tang Xiao with a sledgehammer, Hemingway said he was not a counselor. Immediately, he snorted without hesitation.

Seeing that her husband and eldest brother were quarreling over who was closer to him, Tang Yuehua sneered while covering her delicate red lips. The sadness on his face just now disappeared, and the tears in the corners of his eyes made him look very charming.

The red lips were lightly opened, and her intellectual and charming voice had already reached the ears of the two of them.

"Mingwei, big brother, don't make trouble. I will adjust my emotions by myself, you don't have to worry about me. And Mingwei, please tell me about the mistress." He patted Hemingway lightly, and Tang Yuehua pulled him away. Let him sit down again. She is not a fool, how can she not see that her husband and eldest brother are afraid of being sad, so they amused herself.

The two older brothers have loved themselves since they were young, but because of their age, they are closer to the younger second brother. Thinking about it now, it really shouldn't be. But the second brother is ten years older than himself, and the eldest brother is fifteen years older than the second brother. The age gap is too big, and I really didn't mean to alienate him.

After all, in the childhood stage, there is a young second brother, who would like to get close to a big brother who is more than 20 years older than himself?

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