It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

A side courtyard of the leader's mansion on Heimuya.

Mo Wuming lifted his sleeves and poured a cup of tea, he handed it to Tong Baixiong with a chuckle, and said in an unhurried tone, "Brother Tong, do you have something to say?"

Yesterday I was busy reminiscing with Dongfang, but I haven't thanked him yet, and I never thought that this person would rush here to look for him today.

He led the man into the gazebo, but the man didn't say anything for a long while, only a guilty expression on his face.

A bearded face, eight feet tall, and muscular burly man, without saying a word, he suffocated himself into an emoji.From 'I'm sorry for you', 'I can't help' to 'I'm so wronged'.

Mo Wuming laughed helplessly: "Come on, the best Biluochun will send down the fire."

He lifted his sleeves and blew on the tea lightly, the tea entered his throat, it was sweet and fragrant.He squinted his eyes and slowly put down the cup, leaning on his chin and leisurely looking at the blue waves and green lotus garden.

The fingers tapped rhythmically, and the mood was obviously leisurely and happy.Dongfang got up early in the morning, and today he will attend the court meeting. His leader's robe is extraordinarily gorgeous and heavy.

Mo Wuming smiled with the corners of his lips curled up. The sleeves of the deep red cloud brocade robe, woven with black dark patterns, looked particularly luxurious and domineering on him.He raised his head slightly and stretched his arms, and a maid was tidying up the folds of his clothes and wearing a glazed crown.Yubai's fingertips were long and delicate, and her cold Danfeng eyes were dark and impatient.

He was dressed neatly, turned around the screen, and looked at him from top to bottom, his eyes were filled with warmth, like a perennial frozen polar snowfield instantly turning into a trickle.Just ask, who can resist the aggressive and arrogant tiger, who alone shows the softest belly to himself, and spends half his life being gentle.

His throat was a little itchy, and Mo Wu took a sip of tea like a drink of tea, but he couldn't do it anyway.Really looking forward to their bridal chamber festive night, the self-control he is proud of is really unsustainable around Dongfang.

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo, are you alright?" Tong Baixiong was struggling with how to persuade Brother Mo, but in the end, this man was so out of his mind in front of him, could it be that he was unwilling to accept it?

He also felt that his Dongfang brothers had done so unkindly, how could he force someone to be his wife?He is still a gentle scholar like Brother Mo, and Brother Mo is also the savior of Brother Dongfang.To be a man's favorite is to humiliate the ancestors, which man can bear it.

Ashamed flashed in his eyes, he was the one who sent brother Mo to the tiger's mouth himself.But people have relatives and distances, thinking of the smile that Dongfang Brothers made when they announced in the hall this morning that they would marry Mo Wuming.

Tong Baixiong clenched his fist, sorry for Brother Mo, no matter what he wanted to persuade Brother Mo to agree.In fact, apart from their wrong gender, there is nothing wrong with their leader, even a hundred or eighty women can't compare to their leader.

Although no one dared to discuss it, their leader recognized that they were beautiful in appearance and extraordinary in momentum.He is also the leader of a sect, with such great power that it is difficult to match him, and the Dongfang brothers are the best in martial arts in the world, who in the world dare not nod their heads.

He looked at Mo Wuming again, still a little guilty.No matter how good the leader is, she's not a beautiful girl, and she forced a big man to stick his ass to flatter him, that's not good.

He grabbed Mo Wuming's hand and promised in a loud voice: "Brother Mo, don't worry, the leader will treat you well. He even ordered everyone in the leader to see you as if he saw him. Besides, a man can bend and stretch, and life is the most important thing." , you follow the leader honestly and serve him well, Brother Dongfang will never let you be wronged."

Tong Baixiong spoke sincerely, with tears in his eyes, Mo Wuming was stunned by the sudden roar, and nodded along with the other party.

The back of his hand was patted, and Mo Wuming was about to regain his senses, when Tong Baixiong suddenly withdrew his hand that was holding him.A gleaming silver needle was nailed to Tong Baixiong's wrist just now, penetrating three points, and the end of the needle was still trembling slightly.

Tong Baixiong shook his wrists, and a cold voice came out, "What are you doing?".

Mo Wuming looked up, and Dongfang was still wearing the heavy robes of the leader, with long skirts winding behind him.The black hair was tied up in a high crown, and only the sideburns were loose and fluttering.

The man was cold all over his body, and his figure enlarged in the blink of an eye in his pupils.He grinned, and before he could stand still, a thick figure passed by.

"Brother Dongfang, Brother Mo has already nodded in agreement. You have to treat others well. My old boy wishes you all the best."

Tong Baixiong blinked his eyes to hint at Dongfang, seeing that he didn't understand what he meant, he had to whisper: "Then what, you have to be more patient and gentle, the man's place is not a natural place for joy, there will be suffering."

Mo Wuming looked at Tong Baixiong who ran away in a hurry, the man thought his voice was soft, but he didn't know it was loud.The corner of his mouth turned up from one side, thinking that Dongfang had already announced their marriage news, this person probably misunderstood.

Dongfang's eyebrows and eyes were dull, and he frowned when he heard Tong Baixiong's incomprehensible words.His eyes followed him out of the courtyard wall, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hand reaching out to him.

Without changing his face, he let the strong arm wrap around his neck and rest on the other shoulder.

Mo Wuming stood leaning against Dongfang boneless, his fingers wrapped around a strand of black hair on the man's temple, the man's stern profile was reflected in his eyes, his cold white skin was as warm as jade.He stretched his head and leaned over.

Dongfang heard the man chuckle, turned his head in confusion, and saw a big face in front of him.The man had not shaved his beard in the morning, with a blue stubble on his chin, sharp jawline, cold eyebrows, but gentle eyes.

A kiss was imprinted on the corner of the man's mouth unexpectedly, Mo Wuming didn't hesitate, the hand on Dongfang's shoulder moved to the back of his head.With the palm of your hand firmly, your lips slide into your mouth.

The tip of the tongue touches, and the hatchback is hooked to stir the wind and rain. The affection of that side has an addictive magic power.He restrained and withdrew his lips and tongue, gently sucking the marks on the corner of the person's mouth, couldn't hold back, and kissed heavily on the blushing lips again.

Dongfang leaned against Mo Wuming's chest, pursed his red and swollen lips, and lowered his eyes.He clenched his hands into fists, making the voice out flat: "Why do you insist on moving it out?"

When he came back from Mingde Hall, he couldn't find anyone, so he hurriedly called for a servant.The boy reported that the first thing this person did after he got up was to move out of his residence.

He searched all the way, with many worries, and as soon as he was admitted to the hospital, he suddenly bumped into this man and Brother Tong holding hands and looking at each other silently.

Although he knew it was impossible, he was still full of tyranny. If he hadn't been sane, he wouldn't guarantee that Big Brother Tong would be safe and sound.

He raised his head and looked at Mo Wuming, looking carefully, looking for the truth and peace of mind.

The four eyes met each other, one pair of eyes sparkled with emotion, and the other pair of eyes was filled with deep resentment.Mo Wuming looked straight at him, seeing all the people's eyes, and also imprinted himself in his eyes.

He smiled slightly, leaned over slowly, and placed a kiss on the end of the long and narrow eyes.The lips moved and settled next to this person's ear, and the voice was light and flirtatious: "Because, when I saw you, I wanted to strip you naked and hug you to my heart's content."

The wet tip of his tongue licked into his ears, Dongfang's eyelashes trembled, and the tips of his ears turned red.The man's words were like a small snake, piercing into the heart and lungs through the ear holes, causing a feeling of numbness.

"Looking forward to our bridal chamber wedding night together, huh?"

Following the strength of the opponent's grip, Dongfang climbed up with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and he nodded silently for a while.The man's lips fell between the hair, with gentle comfort.

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Mo Wuming: "I'll change you to a better mansion, this place is too wronged for you."

"No, this place is pretty good, although it's a bit small, but we still live in the same mansion with you, so it's convenient for us to have dinner together, isn't it?"

Mo Wuming sighed inwardly, he was a normal young man, it was extremely difficult for the person he was passionately in love to be able to watch or not eat by his side.But for the person who holds it in his heart, self-blasphemy in front of him is a kind of blasphemy.

It's hard to be a man, it's hard to be a man, and it's even harder to be a good man.He was deeply aware of his greatness, and he was full of energy: "You are busy early in the morning, and you haven't eaten yet, so let's have breakfast. Everything is busy, and you can't give up eating."

Since the leader announced that he was going to get married, everyone on the cliff was preparing for the wedding in full swing, and at the same time, they were full of curiosity about the new Mr. Mo.It's a pity that the leader hid people tightly, and not everyone can enter the leader's mansion.

Yang Lianting smiled like a spring breeze, and talked with the servants and servants who got the bill quite tolerantly and kindly.

The low-level servant in gray clothes was treated so kindly by the manager, and he was flattered and favored.He laughed, the communication became more relaxed, and he asked Director Yang what the man the leader liked looked like.

Yang Lianting curled his lips, and chatted happily with the servant: "The person the leader likes is naturally heroic."

He covered his hands behind his back and tightly folded his sleeves.He gritted his teeth and maintained a smile.The leader's man should look like him, damn it, where is the wild man who stepped on his foot and stepped on his head.

Obviously he was the first to notice that the leader likes men, and Tong Baixiong, who is as close as brother and brother with the leader, didn't know it at all.Obviously, the leader's attitude towards him has begun to soften, and he is about to succeed.

He should be the one who is being pursued by the people in the sect now, and he should be the one who stands in front of the sect master and calls the wind and rain, this damned wild man.Accidentally exerted too much force on his hands, and the silk sleeves were split open.

'Crack', there was a tearing sound, the boy in gray stopped talking, looked around: "What sound?"

"It's okay, you go to work quickly, let's have a drink together another day."

"Okay, I'll go first, Manager Yang, let's have a good drink another day."

"Heh," Yang Lianting watched the servant leave, with a half-hearted sneer on his face.

As time passed day by day, the Blackwood Cliff was filled with joy.The leader's good deeds were approaching, and his temper became much milder. The congregation on the cliff breathed a sigh of relief, their skin relaxed a lot, and they dared to laugh loudly on the cliff.

The maid who served the leader was all smiles, and admired Mr. Mo for bringing such an atmosphere, and felt that the two were a perfect match in every way.

After half a month of contemplation, Yang Lianting had no choice but to look away. Anyway, he is now the head of the divine religion, and he has some right to speak.

While he was doing his errands, he was trying to figure out what Mo Wuming liked.He has already realized that if Mr. Mo is satisfied, their leader will be satisfied, and if their leader is satisfied, his position will be stable.

He was put into the leader's mansion, and he saw the leader and the young master standing side by side in the pavilion in the middle of the lake from a distance.Before he approached, he asked respectfully.

After getting permission, he stepped into the pavilion, lowered his eyebrows, and handed over the details in his arms respectfully.

"My lord, Mr. Mo, this is the gold and silver, melons, fruits and vegetables, Double Happiness bedding, silk and satin, the eight treasure vases, glass wine cups and other things that were used when we got married. Please take a look."

He took out another list and handed it to Mo Wuming who was at the side: "This is the introduction ceremony for the two of you to get married, if there is any dissatisfaction, Lianting will go and correct it."

Mo Wuming took the document and looked at Yang Lianting who bowed his head respectfully, with complicated eyes flashing in his eyes.I have to say that this guy is meticulous and thoughtful in his work, and he can't make mistakes in things he does with his heart.This person is also capable of flexing and stretching, and he wanted to trip him up the next day after meeting, but it didn't take long before he completely changed the direction of the wind, and there was no reluctance to flatter him at all.

Dongfang noticed his distraction, approached him slightly, and asked softly: "What's the matter, but why are you dissatisfied?"

He looked at Yang Lianting who was bowing his head, his brows were indifferent, and he was ruthless: "If you don't like him, just disappear."

Yang Lianting's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his body knelt down stiffly, his body was trembling, he gritted his teeth and dared not make a sound, lest the leader would be impatient and kill him on the spot.He closed his eyes and silently begged Mr. Mo to spare his life, and he would look up to him in the future and treat him like an old mother.

Mo Wuming grabbed Dongfang's hand immediately, and he shook his head: "It's nothing, I think this matter is very thoughtful, and every little detail has been considered."

He lowered his head and said to Yang Lianting who was kneeling: "You are good at handling things. In the future, if you do things well, you will be respected by many people. Let's go down first."

"Yes, Lianting will keep it in mind. In the future, you must be more careful and devote yourself to the divine religion." He quietly took a breath, secretly looked at the expressions of Mo Wuming and the leader, and asked tentatively, "The little one stepped down first?"

"Well, take this, the leader and I are both men, there is no need to completely follow the traditional etiquette, it is better to keep it simple in some places." Mo Wuming pointed to the veil on the document, throwing red tents here.Confirming that Yang Lianting understood what he meant, Fang watched him leave.

Obviously, no one in the sect would think that they are wise and wise, and the leader with high martial arts skills will be inferior to others, and all these things are prepared for him.

He doesn't mind being misunderstood, but it's okay to wear a hijab, be carried across the brazier, and eat raw dumplings with peanuts and longan. Whether he can give birth to two big men, or their leader can give birth.

Mo Wuming's eyes fell unconsciously on Dongfang's abdomen, Sunflower Book of Yin and Yang transformed into yin and yang, invulnerable to all poisons, I don't know if it has this function.

The man's gaze became more and more strange, and Dongfang's hairs stood on end. He quickly took two steps back: "What are you thinking?"

Forget about having a baby or something, can they all suffer too much? Wouldn't it be nice for the two of them to laugh proudly at the end of the world?

He withdrew his thoughts: "Ah, it's nothing. Dongfang, I want to go to the highest archway on the cliff to take a look. I heard that there is a library, which is a forbidden place in the teaching. I don't want to read, but I want to stand on it and enjoy the scenery, okay? "

Dongfang squinted at him, with a smile on his lips, and immediately came to him and wrapped his arms around his waist: "What do you think? This is my world, and you are mine."

Mo Wuming was still staring at him blankly, his arms around his waist were tightened, and he was already riding the wind.The wind-blown hair slapped randomly on the cheeks, Mo Wuming came back to his senses, his ears were still numb, and his eyes were filled with magnificence.

Shaded by green trees, there are staggered pavilions and courtyards, rockery and flowing water, dangerous buildings and tall signs, and banners.Dongfang took him and passed by the solemn and majestic Mingcheng Hall, the dazzling black glazed tiles reflected the delicate light.

Mo Wuming raised his face to feel the amazing time of flying out of thin air, with his arms around Dongfang's slender waist, the softness and smile from the bottom of his heart flowed from the corners of his eyes and brows.

There was a resonance in his chest, and Dongfang saw him smiling happily, his Danfeng eyes slightly raised, and he was also tinged with soft joy.

"We're here." He lowered his eyes and reminded those leaning against him warmly.

Mo Wuming looked up, unbelievable.He still can't believe that a cliff can be so big that it can't be seen at a glance, and it's so big that there are 2 people left without being crowded.

He took two steps forward, standing in front of the wooden railing, with one arm around Dongfang's waist.This large mansion came into view, with many building signs, flags fluttering, and the black roof beast bared its teeth and eyes, which is quite spectacular.

Wherever the congregation went, red silk or red lanterns were hung.The cliff is lined with green trees, just like a sea of ​​green, but the surface of the sea is covered with dense red, like a large stretch of red flames, and like blossoming stamens.

"Do you still like it?"

There was a clear voice in his ear, and Mo Wuming turned his head, with light in his eyes: "I like it, it's true, it's very beautiful." This feeling of standing on a high place and looking down on all beings is also quite refreshing. Fighting for a high position can cause rivers of blood.

He silently stared at the people around him, this world belonged to him, he broke it with his own hands, it belonged to his pride and pride.

Dongfang glanced down, and the intermittently disappearing arrogance and dry clouds filled his chest with swollen blood.There is a confident and proud smile on the corner of his mouth. He is the master of this god religion and number one in the world.

Mo Wuming simply loves his confident and arrogant posture, and the domineering look in his eyebrows gives him a dazzling halo, and he wants people to pull him down from the altar, wrap him in his arms, and fuck him fiercely.

On the towering attic on the Blackwood Cliff, one red and one black silhouette overlapped, only Qingfeng could hear the soft murmur between the two lips.