kiss Ann, sweet wife

Chapter 1915

Di Mingkun was even more straightforward, pressing his shoulder: "Go, go home."

Who knew that Di Kongxuan just smiled slightly, his eyes were sharp, and with a slight shake of his shoulders, he broke away from Di Mingkun's hand.

He looked at Ditian and said slowly, "Family?"

Di Tian narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Di Kongxuan raised his hand, the purple-gold aura lingering around his fingertips, and the phantom of Dijiang Totem looming behind him.

He said slowly: "Outsiders don't know, but you should know, what kind of status can you have the Dijiang Totem."

Both Di Mingqian and Di Mingkun were stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of something, Di Minggan suddenly said: "Could it be that you belong to the second uncle..."

"Shut up!" Di Tian suddenly got angry and shouted to stop.

Di Minggan was silent for a moment, and asked, "Father, did you already know?"

Di Tian didn't speak.

Di Kongxuan laughed instead: "What does he know? What can you know?"

Di Mingkun frowned, and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to be impatient, what exactly do you want to say?"

Di Tian slowly took a step forward, fixed his gaze on Di Kongxuan, and said indifferently, "Oh? How much do you know?"

"I know that my two good elder brothers should actually call me Second Uncle." Di Kongxuan smiled evilly and indifferently, his eyes were cold, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows became even more bewitching.

Duanmuyi was also shocked by the news.

She didn't know what the family tree and the past of the Dijiang family were like, but she knew how amazing the identity of "Second Uncle" was from the expressions of the father and son on the opposite side.

Di Ming also felt a little disillusioned for being such an iron-blooded man.

He had been seeking the truth between life and death for so many years, and he didn't feel anything when he was near death, but now because of Di Kongxuan's words, all of a sudden, the hairs on his body stood on end.

There is no other reason, but the second uncle of the Dijiang clan has become a taboo.

Di Kongxuan looked at Ditian indifferently, and said with a smile: "I should call you big brother. Now, big brother still wants to stop me?"

Di Tian remained silent.

Dikongxuan turned around, took Duanmuyi's hand, and left in a dignified manner.

Mo Zhanfeng, who was forced to listen to a shocking gossip at the side, also hurriedly followed, for fear that Di Tian would silence him if he was not careful.

After walking a little further, Di Kongxuan felt that Mo Zhanfeng's light bulb was too dazzling, and forced Mo Zhanfeng to turn back into a pill and put it back into Duanmuyi's spirit ring.

Duanmuyi touched the spirit ring, raised his head and said, "So you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Di Kongxuan put his arms around her waist, holding the back of her head and pressing her against the mountain wall beside her.

He bowed his head down.

Duanmuyi raised her head, this posture was a little tiring, she tiptoed to hook his neck, relaxed herself, put her hand on his back, and patted him lightly.

Dikongxuan's breathing became more and more rapid, the red cinnabar mole became more dazzling, and the hand on her waist became hot.

The two have been husband and wife for so many years, Duanmuyi knows how to make him most comfortable.

Most of the poison from the ghost grass pollen had receded, and her spiritual power had recovered. She turned over, pressed him against the cliff, and raised her hand to set a restraint.

"Hush, keep your voice down." She kissed the corner of Di Kongxuan's lips.

(End of this chapter)