The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

Holding Zhao Linger's soft and boneless little hand, Chu Heng seemed to be making a promise to his grandmother, and also seemed to be making a promise to himself and Linger.

"Okay, okay, okay! Since you are already married, hurry up and enter the bridal chamber!"

After the grandma accepted Chu Heng and Zhao Linger's (bgdd) worship, she smiled like a flower.

Chu Heng allowed the servants of Shuiyue Palace to send himself and Zhao Ling'er into the bridal chamber. He didn't come back to his senses until he saw Zhao Ling'er's beautiful face under the red candle.

"I, Ling'er, will be your wife from now on!"

Ling'er looked at Chu Heng with some holy eyes, her eyes full of happiness.

"You will be my Chu Heng's wife from now on!"

"You, don't let Linger down, otherwise Linger will die of grief!"

Gently placing Qiongshou on Chu Heng's chest, Ling'er said softly.

Chu Heng hugged Ling'er tightly into his arms: "Don't worry, the sky is boundless and the earth has no edge, you dare to break with the king!"

A night of lingering.

This night was the most peaceful night for Chu Heng to rest after he came to this world.

Until Chu Heng heard Ling'er crying.

Chu Heng instantly understood that this was Linger's worry about her own fate.

As a descendant of Nuwa, Ling'er actually seemed to have predicted her own destiny from the very beginning.

Neither turn back, why did not forget;

Since there is no fate, why take an oath.

Today's variety, like water without a trace,

Tomorrow and night, you are already strangers.

Hearing Ling'er's sad voice, Chu Heng gently held Ling'er in his arms, but he began to read another poem.how did i meet you,

In my most beautiful moment.

For this I have prayed to the Buddha for five hundred years.

Beg him to let us form a relationship.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree,

grow by the road you must pass,

Blooming discreetly in the sun,

Blossoms are my longing from previous life,

as you approach,

Please listen carefully,

That quivering leaf is my passion of waiting,

And when you finally pass by in ignorance,

Falling all over the place behind you,

That's not a petal,

is my missing heart.

Chu Heng's voice was very low, but his words were full of expression. When Zhao Ling'er savored the poem Chu Heng read carefully, she suddenly smiled and leaned gently in Chu Heng's arms. .

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Chapter [-]: The Danger of the Faerie

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Looking at Zhao Ling'er's little face with tears still wet but smiling at the corner of her mouth, Chu Heng gently tucked the quilt up and crawled out of the gentle village. kuuhuu

In the end, Ling'er was still comforted and moved by Chu Heng, and fell asleep in Chu Heng's arms.But Chu Heng knew that he still had a lot of things to do next!

"Uncle!"

Seeing Chu Heng going out, the two maids guarding the door blushed ~ saluted Chu Heng.

"You are Welcome!"

When Chu Heng saw the two maids who had been listening to the corner last night, he blushed and waved his hands.

"Also invite uncle to eat!"

Seeing that Chu Heng wanted to leave, a chubby maid hurriedly said.

Chu Heng shook his head: "It's too late! By the way, after Ling'er wakes up, tell her that I will take a stroll on this fairy island, so she won't worry!"

After saying this, Chu Heng's figure flashed and disappeared in front of the two maids.

After all, the Black Miao people are coming tonight!If you don't arrange some formations, I'm afraid it will be impossible to resist the attacks of those Hemiao people.

Even though Aunt Li could kill the leader of the Hei Miao people with one palm, Chu Heng knew that the strength of the leader of the Hei Miao people should have reached the innate state!