Pregnant with the cub of Mozun's ex-boyfriend

To master Lei Jie, wouldn't he become the co-lord of heaven and earth who established the order of heaven.

The two of them are still in the human world, and no one knows what kind of world they will face after ascending.

Unlike ordinary people who are always wary of the unknown, the man Ling Qian faces, no matter where he is or what position he is in, his vision of the future is the thinking of a ruler in power.

"Laughing?" Zong Zhou lifted Ling Qian's chin, rubbed his lips with his thumb, and said arrogantly and confidently, "I don't believe I can do it, why are you making fun of me for being arrogant?"

Ling Qian smiled, but apart from the fact that he said angrily that this person was conceited in his feelings when they met again, no matter what he heard, he didn't think the person in front of him was crazy.

He raised his eyes to look at the sky, the sky was clear, and it must be that the Dao of Heaven also recognized striving for the upper reaches.

Ling Qian took Zong Zhou's hand, put it lightly on her heart, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm laughing, it was me who heard people complaining about their pain earlier today. Like the magic cultivators struggling at the bottom, they have suffered a lot."

"I thought in my heart that the more I had, the better." Zong Zhou pressed his palm against his heart and rubbed, "Your pain hasn't swollen for a long time. If the pain is throbbing, it's really painful..."

Ling Qian's cheeks were covered with red clouds.

Seeing the man's eyes alluring, his thin lips brushed against his right cheek, he blew into his ear, and exhaled softly: "I will take off your red clothes layer by layer at night, let me see where it hurts." , will you allow me to rub it for you?"

"Where does it hurt to rub it well?" Ling Qian's eyes were full of water, and the feeling of his heartbeat made him feel hot all over.

He pushed the man's shoulders with one hand wanting to refuse and greet him, and the other hand tightened Zongzhou's belt, "He's a father now, so it's fine if you don't behave properly in the house on weekdays, this is outside, and you have a banquet, don't you?" Young guests, if someone comes with a sword, they will see you and me at a glance..."

"You're right, this is not good." Zong Zhou said it was not good, but he put his hands into his red and gold-woven robe, firmly grasped his waist, and pressed against him.

As soon as Ling Qian raised her head, she was greeted with a passionate kiss.

"You said it's not good for us to be so many." Zong Zhou raised his hand and clasped the back of Ling Qian's neck tightly.

Ling Qian only had time to let out a questioning hum during this gap of breathing, before being snatched from her breath again.

It's not good to say it, but why is it so tight?

Zong Zhou didn't clear up his confusion until he kissed him on the neck: "There are many hypocrites who restrain their desires in the world. They are not as open-minded as you and me. If we are so affectionate, don't we want to make people who see it envious."

Only this word.

Ling Qian's heart skipped a beat.

During the entanglement, his eyes became more and more blurred, and he forgot that he had questioned one thing a while ago. He asked himself if he was hiding something.

However, under such enthusiasm, he didn't care to think about those doubts and guesses at all, he just wished he could melt into this man's embrace.

"Zongzhou, I want it, I can't breathe." Ling Qian finally sighed.

Suddenly he was picked up by Zong Zhou. He was too heavy to walk around in a luxurious wedding dress, but when he fell into his arms, he was as soft as a ball of cotton that could not stand the wind.

"It's not time for you to breathe yet." Zong Zhou said in a hoarse voice.

Ling Qian has not yet realized what this points to.

He was used to wrapping his arms around Zongzhou's neck obediently, and whispered caring words: "It's heavy, let me down."

Unexpectedly, when Zongzhou carried him into the bedroom, Tianguang was blocked by the door in an instant.

Zong Zhou said: "Let's go to bed."

"Huh?" Ling Qian reacted, her face flushed like blood, and she said in shock, "But I managed to get this wedding dress on."

This wedding gown is elegant and luxurious, and it is cumbersome to wear. When he proposed to wear it, he was somewhat rebellious and whimsical about his past experience.

When Ling Qian was put down and lay down, she was clearly more interested than when she was getting dressed, but she couldn't help it, and still struggled: "It's messed up, I don't want to wear it anymore."

Zong Zhou tore off his belt that was studded with treasures, which others would willingly become slaves to dream of, and threw it to the ground.

His clothes were easily messed up, the more he was on the right track, the more he slowed down his hands and feet, the softer his questioning tone, the more it looked like old fine wine, one tasted it would make one intoxicated.

"Is it okay if I want to?"

Ling Qian was just telling the truth, and it was clear that the clothes were not easy to wear, and his eyes were not refusing.

But this person is good, when pestering others, he insists on saying that his heart is the softest, and when he is happy, he is the most unscrupulous.

"Baby, I finally got you to wear a wedding dress for me, but you are so beautiful," Zong Zhou's fingertips touched the collar of his red dress, his longing gaze and seemingly daring to penetrate The cautiousness really added fuel to Ling Qian's high enthusiasm, "From the moment I saw you wearing it, I couldn't bear it anymore."

It's not just Zongzhou who can't bear it.

Getting along day after day after giving birth, Ling Qian knew that her cultivation and physique were not comparable to ordinary people, and she had recovered a long time ago.

If it wasn't for the two of them saying that they would not confine themselves to confinement, but they were honest and responsible in this matter, perhaps the first time Zong Zhou relieved the pain of not being able to feed him, he himself could not bear the enthusiasm|enthusiasm.

"If you really like it, I'll wear it again later."

What Ling Qian was talking about was dressing, and what Ling Qian was talking about was beauty.

Zong Zhou smiled and put his lips on his forehead: "I really like you, only you."

Ling Qian doesn't know what's so good about ordinary people's wedding ceremonies, but since she's wearing a wedding dress, this beautiful event can be said to be a bridal chamber|flower|candle.

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"Tired?"

"Fortunately."

"I'm thinking about the full moon banquet, and I'm restraining myself."

"Know how to restrain yourself, and still pester me until this hour."

"love it."

"Do you like this, or do you like me?"

Zong Zhou lay on Ling Qian's body, gently stroking his red hot face, loving him.

"Of course I like you, I like you so much that I like to kiss your lips."

"Just lips?"

Zongzhou's fingertips tapped the little red plums left by himself on his snow-white body, as if he was counting the treasures he cherished, "I like every place here, every time my lips touch these places, it will It feels like they're dancing fire."

"It's very hot." Ling Qian uttered each word shortly.

Zong Zhou shook his head, put a red plum on his lips in front of his eyes, raised his eyes enthusiastically, and said, "They are all proofs that you love me deeply."

"It's so hot." Ling Qian said suddenly.

Zong Zhou held his arms tightly, comforting him for a violent reaction, and suddenly followed his breathing | shortness of breath: "Baby, what's hot inside is also the proof that I love you deeply."

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Ling Qian is no longer pregnant and mentally weak.

He is no longer physically exhausted because of too much enjoyment.

I still remember that when I was happy with Zongzhou in the past, I woke up at dawn the next day. After a night of relaxation, when I woke up, I was considered calm.

But this time.

It was the first time he experienced this while maintaining his sobriety, and he was all too familiar with it, and he felt a lot of shame afterwards.

It's like the first time a newlywed, looking at the man who was still hugging tightly a moment ago, didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Are you comfortable?" Zong Zhou should be able to see that he was shy, but he still stared intently at his eyes.

Ling Qian's heart was still beating violently, her face was hot, her body was hot, and even her red eyes were still dripping with tears.

He pulled the quilt over his head and scrambled in the quilt for a while.

Zongzhou watched the movement and smiled lowly. In order to cover the "chaos" magic pattern on his upper body, he dressed neatly.

I saw a hand stretched out from the side of the quilt, and on the white and tender wrist, there was a faint red mark that had been tightly grasped.

Zong Zhou put his hand over this hand, and slowly stroked his wrist, but it was still not enough, so he went along his arm and went into the quilt.

But suddenly he let out an ouch pretending to be in pain, withdrew his hand, smiled and said to the sweetheart in the quilt, "I murdered my husband, who said that I have no strength, please slow down, I see, we Xiaoqian , The strength to hit someone is huge."

Ling Qian didn't agree with this, but stretched out her hand again, and said in a low voice, "Pants, it seems that you threw them on the ground."

Zongzhou suddenly became serious, and said, "I was in a hurry just now, and I threw it everywhere, Xiaoqian, help me see where it was thrown."

"Why are you throwing around?"

Ling Qian wrapped herself in a quilt, wrapped her head, only showing a small face, after hearing Zong Zhou's words, she really went to look at the messy ground.

Thinking of the impatient appearance of the two, their faces became even hotter.

It was also the moment when he turned his head to look at Zongzhou.

Zong Zhou has already pressed him on the mattress with the quilt.

She smiled and kissed his hand holding the quilt covering her head, and asked softly: "Why is the little baby always so cute?"

Ling Qian wrinkled her nose and said, "You bully me, why is the big devil always so bad."

"This big demon king sounds nice, and I like it when you call me bad." Zong Zhou hugged him and sat up, rubbed his lips against the back of his hand until he felt itchy, and let go of his grip on the quilt.

Ling Qian's beautiful face was completely exposed, and the blue hair was like a waterfall, along with a section of fragrant shoulders and a little red mark, how could Zong Zhou not be excited.

The big demon king's eyes were engrossed in him, only to see that Ling Qian quietly pulled up the quilt again.

"Don't watch it, don't watch it, if I look at you like this again, I'm afraid you won't give it to me next time." Zong Zhou pulled a strand of his hair and wrapped it around his fingertips.

Ling Qian spoke softly, and said, "I'm just not used to being awake when I'm done. In the past, you took good care of me. I'm in such a hurry that I almost don't know how to put on my clothes."

"I will always take care of you, it's the same when you're awake or asleep." Zong Zhou made a gesture to hug him.

Ling Qian stepped back and said, "It's not the same. You teach me, and I'll clean it up myself."

He moved it a few times before he realized that there were some things that could not be cleaned up with spells. It probably required some skills so that he would not be embarrassed when he got up and walked.

"Okay." Zong Zhou replied simply.

Ling Qian didn't seem to hear clearly, and said in surprise, "I thought you would..."

"I'll still tease and play with you for a while, how can I be so bad?" Zong Zhou got up and put on a coat casually.

Under Ling Qian's suspicious gaze, she stretched out her hands towards his crooked waist. This gesture can be described as "kind and amiable", rather like an elder who coaxes a child to obey.

"Xiao Qian, you must be hard to walk, that's why you remembered this, I'll carry you to deal with it, okay?"

It's not good to refuse.

Ling Qian blinked and asked, "Can't you be here?"

"Cleaning spells are useless, which means that cleaning requires water." With Zong Zhou's strength, he easily picked up Ling Qian who had not resisted, and walked towards the bathing pool in the hall.

Ling Qian felt that this was believable.

But soon a hot word fell on his ears: "After I've been busy for a while, my husband will make you tired enough to fall asleep again and again."

"Why do I feel..." Ling Qian hooked Zong Zhou's shoulders and said in a low voice, "What you want to take me to do is not well-intentioned."

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