mad wife

Chapter 490: It's raining outside the episode (8)
This man is very strong!Lingyue Wuchen is very clear about his own strength. Although he is not as good as the members of Bingyueli, the country established by his mother, the only people who can kill him within 10 minutes are his parents and godmothers. , really not many.

"You're still a long way off, little guy, huh huh huh..." Yu Wu'ai's clothes were spotless, leaning against a peach blossom tree, looking at the little guy lying on the ground who couldn't get up, and smiled His eyebrows and eyes were raised, his evil spirit became more and more confusing, his waist and limbs twisted and twisted.

"My Highness will defeat you sooner or later!" Damn it!

"Heh heh heh... the little guy has a good momentum. Before that, please be my little fruit and let me cultivate it. I will fertilize and water it well to make you thrive." Seeing those eyes, Yu Wu Ai felt his blood boiling, and he couldn't wait to formulate a series of plans to develop a strong man. Well, in fact, this guy has no plans at all, he will just do whatever he wants, and play endlessly.

Ling Yue Wuchen despises him numbly, what kind of non-gorgeous metaphor is this?
As time goes by, like a white horse passing by, the little milk baby of the past slowly loses its childishness, and the man who was flirtatious and evil in the past has become more and more mature, and his charm has become more and more unstoppable.

In the huge courtyard, a large area of ​​peach blossom trees come and go in spring and fall, and the flowers bloom and fall. As always, the golden-red figure rises and falls lightly when the sun rises in the east, as beautiful as a swan, as elegant as a fairy.

Outside the yard, several people gathered together, secretly glanced at the young man inside, then shrunk back with a blushing face, over and over again, their faces were as red as blood.

Yu Wuai is wearing a light blue silver robe, leaning against the door of the study, looking at the figure flying in the courtyard with light gray eyes in her narrow and wicked peach eyes, she seems to be smiling, but at the same time seems to be cold, beautiful as if attractive swirl.

"Zheng!" A sharp voice resounded, and the flashing sword in Ling Yue Wuchen's hand snapped in half, and the faint red fighting spirit covered the surface of his body like fine fluff. With two pieces of the sword, his brows were slightly frowned, and he moved his fingers. Why can't he integrate the sword with himself as his mother said?Even the best Xuanbing sword can't support his fighting spirit, so it can be seen that he is still far behind.

"Hmm, the little guy failed again? This is the last good sword." Yu Wuai, who had watched the show for a long time, said.

"Who do you call little guy?" Ling Yue Wuchen frowned, turned his head to meet those evil eyes, he was very hostile to these three words.His unscrupulous old lady actually sold him to this pervert on her own initiative and became his disciple!

The 16-year-old boy still has a pair of golden-red cat eyes and long golden-red curly hair. The perfect and exquisite facial features are becoming more and more profound. He is indisputable and beautiful. As he grows up, his indifferent and lotus-like temperament has become more and more profound, and even the air seems to bring out the smell of ice and snow. He is indeed the most beautiful man in Xuantian Continent, and he is not as beautiful as his mother. Drive the world.

Every time Yu Wuai thinks about it, she feels a little unbelievable, only Ling Yuexingli, that shameless woman, takes it for granted every time: Of course her son is the most gorgeous.

Regarding Ling Yue Wuchen's protests that I don't know thousands of times, Yu Wuai has habitually chosen to ignore them, stepped forward and looked at the broken sword, suddenly smiled, and suddenly there was an extra sword in his hand The sword appeared behind Ling Yue Wuchen with a swing.

Holding Ling Yue Wuchen's hand and grasping the hilt of the sword, she danced with him along with her body, her golden-red hair intersected with black, intertwined, her robe fluttering, beautiful like flowers floating on water.

"Oh! I'm so happy that I could die!" The little girl who was peeking in the corner held her fist against her chin, her eyes were watery and starry, and she looked like she was about to die of excitement.

"Ah! Once a day, even if you just see the son and the young master sitting together drinking tea and playing chess, you will feel super loving and beautiful!" The little girl had the same idea.

"Ling Yue Xingli talked about the unity of human and sword. If you don't understand transparency, how can you master it? Have you mastered the 'Prime of Chaos'? If you haven't understood the calmness of breathing of all things, how can you integrate your own human being with the sword? Together?" In the slow and graceful sword dance, Yu Wu'ai leaned behind Ling Yue Wuchen's ear and said softly.

Ling Yue Wuchen followed his movements back and forth, and now hearing his words, a touch of complexity flashed in his golden red eyes, yes, he is now light red, but he can't break through the "selfless state" 'When he reached the 'Prime of Chaos', why he still didn't understand at all. The godmother said that he was too cold, but he didn't feel that he was cold at all. He obviously cared so much about his parents, Sister godmother waits for so many people to say.

"Okay, that's it for today." Yu Wu'ai held him and spun him to finish, let go of Ling Yue Wuchen and walked directly to the imperial concubine chair under the peach blossom tree. With a twist of his hand, two more cups and one A bottle of fruit wine, Ling Yue Wuchen always wants to pounce on him and beat him up with a carefree appearance, but it is impossible, he is making progress, and Yu Wuai is also making progress, but the difference is that Yu Wuai's progress follows As the age grows, the more unpredictable is precipitated, just like red wine that gets more mellow the longer it is brewed.

(End of this chapter)