Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

Liu Qianyu sighed.

"After the fifth prince ascends the throne, we will have to live in hiding, and it will be even more difficult to kill him then."

A look of determination flashed across Yun Zimo's eyes.

"Then you leave first. I will kill the Fifth Prince."

Even if we both perish, I will keep you safe.

Liu Qianyu shook her head firmly, her voice gentle.

"I will stay and live and die with you."

Yun Zimo suddenly laughed.

That smile was evil and crazy.

He took out a wooden box with two pills in it.

"Do you really want to die with me? This is the local Miaojiang's life-and-death Gu. Are you willing?"

Liu Qianyu smiled gently.

My brother, if you die, my mission will be over and I will be dead. Let's go crazy together.

Liu Qianyu took a pill without hesitation and swallowed it.

Yun Zimo stretched out his hand to stop him, but it was too late.

His eyes widened, full of disbelief and horror.

"Sister Yu!"

I'm just scaring you.

How could I bear to see you die!

Liu Qianyu looked at Yun Zimo, who was terrified. She reached out, gently stroked his cheek, and smiled.

"I am willing."

Yun Zimo stared at Liu Qianyu's smile.

That smile was pure and sacred, like that of an ancient goddess, which made his heart beat fast.

Let him willingly dedicate his soul to her.

He also laughed, and his laugh was so bright, yet mixed with tears of happiness.

He picked up another pill and swallowed it without hesitation.

"Sister Yu, I will never do anything dangerous again. No matter life or death, heaven or hell, I will follow you."

Yun Zimo leaned down and sealed all the words with his lips.

He was passionate and affectionate, wanting to merge his soul into her body.

"Sister Yu, please be my wife. I can't wait any longer. I'm going crazy."

He expressed his deepest desire, his voice trembling and urgent.

Yu Zimo felt that he could no longer hold himself back.

What to wait for revenge.

What to wait until after returning to Beijing.

What to wait until everything is settled.

Nothing can hold him back anymore!

He just wanted to possess her!

Liu Qianyu felt his tears dripping onto her neck, and wetness spread instantly.

She actually felt her heart twitching and a little distressed.

She nodded slightly, her voice soft but firm.

"it is good."

Yun Zimo hugged Liu Qianyu tightly, his eyes were so gentle that water seemed to drip out of them, and his voice was choked and hoarse.

"Just tonight, okay? Sister Yu, I've been waiting for this day for too long."

Liu Qianyu felt his body trembling and stroked his back.

"Does your injury hurt?"

Yun Zimo shook his head slightly.

"This bullet in the shoulder is nothing. Nothing is more important than marrying you."

Liu Qianyu indulged him and nodded.

Yun Zimo laughed happily, the kind of heartfelt joy was beyond words.

The heart that has gone through thousands of hardships finally gets the satisfaction it desires.

That wonderful feeling made him feel healed instantly.

As night fell, there was a cold wind outside the tent, but it was extremely warm inside.

Liu Hetai did his best and only found a few red candles and a piece of red cloth.

Lighting up all the red candles in the tent managed to create a festive atmosphere.

Liu Hetai wiped his tears and turned to walk out.

Yun Zimo gently took the bride's hand, who was covered with a red veil, and walked step by step towards the flickering red candle.

The wedding that belonged exclusively to the two of them began.

"I hereby inform the heaven and earth, the human world, all living beings, and all things that I, Yun Zimo and Liu Qianyu, are united in purpose and will be together forever, no matter life or death."

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

"Second worship high hall-"

"Husband and wife pay homage——"

Yun Zimo's joyful and high-pitched voice echoed in the military tent.

The cold wind blew the tent curtains, making a rustling sound, as if the room was full of guests, all coming to congratulate the newlyweds.

After kowtowed three times, Yun Zimo carried Liu Qian to the bed, impatient and excited.

With trembling hands, he slowly lifted the red veil.

The Liu Qianyu in front of him was pure and elegant, without any makeup, and her lips were rosy without any lipstick, without any excessive decorations.

The only thing in her hair was a peach wood hairpin that he had carved himself.

It was very simple, but it was the most beautiful, the most holy, and the most heart-moving look in his eyes.

"I have fantasized about our wedding countless times, imagining the moment when you become my bride. But I never expected it to be so simple."

Liu Qianyu shook her head slightly.

"I don't care about these. For me, having you is enough."

Yun Zimo gave her a pious kiss on the forehead.

"I will definitely give you the best of everything in this world."

Yun Zimo reached out and took off the peach wood hairpin in her hair. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, magnificent.

He gazed at her tenderly and whispered softly.

"You are finally my wife, my sister Yu."

He gently stroked her eyebrows with his fingers and looked at her carefully again and again, as if he wanted to engrave this moment in his heart forever.

I was more excited than ever before and couldn't hold back any longer, so I kissed her soft lips.

Extremely pious.

Gentle and intoxicating.

The ultimate decline.

The hand on her waist could finally slide upwards.

Every inch of the touch made him intoxicated.

Her icy skin, graceful figure and charming fragrance made him linger.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and tore the obstacle apart completely.

He had waited too long, and the desire suddenly broke through the cork and surged in, and he could no longer suppress it.

I wish I could wrap myself in her and merge into her soul.

"Madam, call me husband."

His eyes were full of affection and his lips were smiling, and he finally felt a sense of peace and satisfaction in his heart.

Touching the beautiful scenery he saw warmed him who had once fallen into the abyss.

He had once destroyed his own soul, but still could not reach the happiness.

Now it's in his arms.

Liu Qianyu opened her eyes and looked at him.

I saw him pull the buckle around his waist, and what came into view was his masculine and taut body.

He was stronger from his long battles.

The muscle lines are smooth and full of power.

The waist and abdomen are sexy, and even the scars on them add a bit of heroics.

At this moment, he was looking at himself with endless tenderness.

This charm of both hardness and softness made Liu Qianyu soften all over and tremble in response.

"Husband."

Yun Zimo leaned down and left dense marks along the neck all the way down.

Entangled in the struggle, I wish I could cling to everything at this moment.

"My lady, I finally married you."

Hold her tight, become one with her, and stay with her forever, live or die.

As long as he held her, he had everything.

He was no longer afraid of anything.

"Lady~"

"Lady~"

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Clusters of burning fire.

Burning so vigorously.

Violent and fierce.

Burning her again and again.

He was like a leopard hunting in the dark, with red light flashing in his eyes.

Plundering and devouring everything intently, ferociously and affectionately.

The taste was better than he had imagined, and he was intoxicated by it.

Every moment was wonderful for him.

Liu Qianyu was completely confused.

In a trance, Xiao Ling's jokes could be vaguely heard in my ears.

"Be careful not to push it too far, or I'll transform into a wolf. Even a rabbit can bite when it's pushed too far."

Wasn't he being bitten to pieces by the "wolf dog" right now?

Liu Qianyu was completely defenseless and felt dizzy.

I can only indulge him.

Follow him.

Keep responding to him.

"Husband~"

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"My wife is so good~"

The coaxing tone melted her completely.

Forcing her to sink further.

"So sweet~"

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Yun Zimo is a soft-hearted little crybaby, who is finally raised by the heroine and becomes a wolf~

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