Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

　　 Early the next morning, Hemingway got up early and was surrounded by a group of juniors. Because the wedding is done at the natal family, the step of receiving the family can be omitted naturally. They are both maidens, and the process is not complicated. The two of them just dressed in formal attire and offered tea to the elders and Tang Xiao.

　　 Then the juniors salute the uncle, the uncle salutes, and then the banquet. The wedding was very simple, so simple that Hemingway even felt unreal. Fortunately, the woman in the red palace dress by her side reminded Hemingway that she was already her own woman.

　　 The banquet took half a day, and many elders and juniors frequently toasted, as if deliberately trying to get him drunk. When it was over, even Hemingway's physical fitness felt powerless. In fact, he can directly use his spirit power to dispel the alcoholic spirit, but today is a happy day. Not getting drunk always feels a little bit missing. So just let it go.

　　 At the end of the banquet, Hemingway, who was full of alcohol, dangled and was helped back to the room by his wife. Returning to the new house, he let Hemingway sit on the marriage bed of the two of them. Tang Yuehua looked in front of her. The man with bloodshot face because of drunkenness was extremely complicated. In the past, because of the burden of Guangfuzong, I chose to give up personal happiness. Unexpectedly, when he was about to be forty years old, he would still have a chance to marry. Especially he turned out to be a soul master. All of this is as unreal to her as a dream.

"Yuehua, I'm going to take a bath. You smell like alcohol, and you smell uncomfortable." Seeing his wife staring at him complicatedly, Hemingway thought it was the alcohol on his body that made her uncomfortable, so he stood up and shook himself consciously. Swinging towards the bathroom. Taking a shower can also make yourself sober, so that the first wedding night in the two lives won't be good.

　　As he walked, his hands had already begun to unbutton his body.

"I'll help you. Why do you drink so much alcohol, don't you usually do not drink?" Seeing Hemingway struggling to walk to the bathroom, Tang Yuehua called him directly, then stepped forward, and untied him one by one very seriously. Clothes buttons.

　　 "Isn't today the day of great rejoicing? They can always stop drinking if they toast to me." Hemingway didn't refuse her action. He was already a husband and wife, so naturally he didn't need to worry about men and women as before.

　　 stared at his wife's white face, and while the eyelashes flashed, the serious Zhang Zheng on her face was already in sight. A tenderness rose in Hemingway's heart.

　　 "Yuehua...!" He couldn't help but reach out his hand to cup his wife's pretty face, feeling the silky and warmth in the palm of his hand, Hemingway felt very satisfied. Unlike other women, this one is the married wife he is currently marrying. An extra sense of ritual!

　　 "Don't move, the whole body is full of alcohol, do you need me to wash it for you?" Taking off Hemingway's jacket one by one, leaving only a pair of shorts, Tang Yuehua blushed and said softly.

　　 Hemingway shook her head, then signaled that she was okay, and then walked into the bathroom shaking her body. If wine is not intoxicating, people will get drunk, and if color is not charming, people will get drunk. The main reason why he was drunk today is because he marries the woman he likes, and his happiness leads to deliberate indulgence.

　　 Turn on the sprinkler, rinse it with cold water, and then use spirit power to disperse the alcohol, so that he wakes up, Hemingway switched to hot water. Looking at the mirror in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror, a smug smile appeared on his face.

　　 From today, I will officially have a home in this world. Prior to this, although he had many confidantes, the two sides did not formally establish a relationship. But starting today, he finally got married.

　　 When he thinks of this, he has a sincere sense of happiness. Because he finally had a home in this strange world.

　　 It turned out that a simple wedding, it feels so different. In other words, it is this sense of ritual that gives people a sense of dignity.

　　 The man took a bath very quickly. After washing, Hemingway wrapped his body in a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom. When he came out, Tang Yuehua had already taken off her red palace dress as a wedding dress and put on loose silk pajamas.

　　 "The pajamas are in the cabinet. You can change them yourself and I have to take a bath." As she said, the lady stepped on slippers barefoot and walked into the bathroom.

　　 Seeing the snow-white skin exposed under her black pajamas, Hemingway couldn't help the blood rushing after he was sober. He opened the rustic mahogany wardrobe and saw the all-new men's underwear inside. Hemingway was also moved.

　　 These clothes, it is estimated that Tang Yuehua carried her on her back and purchased clothes from the mountain these days, with the love of his wife. Take out a black nightgown and put it on, the length and size fit perfectly.

　　 "Oh, Yuehua still knows my figure quite well!" Putting on his clothes, Hemingway selectively ignored Tang Yuehua's profession and the field of talent. You know, a true nobleman must also fully understand clothing. How to match and what occasion is suitable for.

　　 After getting dressed, Hemingway returned to the big bed expectantly, uncovered the quilt, and got into the bed.

　　 After entering the bed, his eyes never left the bathroom door. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes...

　　While waiting for him to scratch his heart, Tang Yuehua finally came out of the bathroom in his pajamas an hour later. Seeing Hemingway staring straight at him, Tang Yuehua smiled. Then he walked to the dressing table with amorous feelings and picked up the skin care products.

　　 "Yuehua, come up quickly, and what else do you have to do with makeup?" Hemingway saw his wife's unhurried posture. It was like the first time for Xiaochu, oh no. He is indeed a first-time brother.

　　 Hemingway jumped off the bed, and in Tang Yuehua's exclamation, he hugged her fragrant body and ran back to the bed a few steps.

　　 Past and present, the first bridal chamber in two lifetimes, he doesn't want to bear it for a minute now.

　　 "Fuck off, my aunt's bridal chamber dare to listen to the roots of the wall, you don't want to live anymore?" Outside the new house, several young Haotianzong disciples were squatting at the door listening to the corner of the wall. Unfortunately, after being seen by Tang Niu passing by, he kicked the **** of several people and kicked them away. He is a supporter of the Sect Master's line, and he respects Tang Yuehua very much. Besides, if this kind of thing is known to that strong little uncle, how many people can do it?

　　 As another leader among the three generations of disciples, Tang Niu felt that he had a responsibility to stand up and clean up their meal. When the time came, the little uncle knew that he beat them to death with one punch.

　　 In the room, Hemingway moved his ears twice, and when he heard the sound of breathing outside the door, he nodded in satisfaction, and then gently took off his pajamas from his wife.

　　Don't forget, he is domineering with knowledge. Normally, even if it is not turned on, his senses are very keen. Can those little cripples outside the door escape his perception?

　　……

Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle.

　　 early in the morning.

　　 Hemingway stood up refreshed. Although he belonged to the paying party last night, he lost a lot of essence. But with his current cultivation base and current physique. That little loss is simply pediatrics. After tossing for most of the night, he is still fierce, and he can fight for thousands of rounds at any time.

　　 If it wasn't for Tang Yuehua's body to be a little unsupported by tossing, Hemingway said that he would be fine even after three days and three nights. After all, the physique is strong, so the function of that aspect will naturally be strong.

　　 Seeing Tang Yuehua who was still sleeping soundly in bed with a sweet smile on her face, Hemingway couldn't bear to wake her up. After all, she was so tired that she was tossed most of the night last night.

　　 But today is the second day of the wedding, there are other things to do.

　　 So before going to bed last night, Tang Yuehua repeatedly stated that she must wake herself up in the morning. Hemingway had no choice but to do it. Fortunately, he had other ways to restore Tang Yuehua's energy.

　　 After using the power of water to condense the nourishing water, the water of life and other fast-rejuvenating waters into Tang Yuehua's body, Tang Yuehua soon woke up. The spirit that was lost yesterday has been restored to its original state, even in full condition.

　　 With a charming appearance, Hemingway's index finger moved violently, and he almost couldn't help having another morning exercise. Fortunately, she took into account her heart, and ultimately did not act.

　　 The couple had a simple wash, and they went early to offer tea to Tang Xiao and the elders.

　　 After eating breakfast, Hemingway brought Tang Yuehua to Tang Xiao’s study.

　　 "Uncle, what I want to say next, don't be excited!" The study is not simple, but it is very simple. Two long rows of bookshelves almost block two walls, and a desk is placed in front of one of the rows.

　　 In the middle of the room, there are two long sofas and a coffee table. Tang Xiao saw Hemingway's mysterious and mysterious look, and he couldn't see it, especially when the other party only arched his own sister last night. Although his siblings differ in age by more than 20 years, it is precisely because of this that Tang Xiao has the illusion that his elder brother is like a father. Sometimes he is willing to stand in his father's seat and look at his sister.

　　 "Huh! Just say if you have something to say, what are you talking about?" Tang Xiao snorted coldly.

"Well, since you have said so, my eldest uncle. What I am going to say, don't get excited after you and Yuehua have heard it. As for whether you want to tell others, that is your own business. I am Yuehua's husband, tell me You just because she is your sister." After Hemingway vaccinated the two of them, Tang Xiao continued to speak amidst Tang Xiao's impatience and his wife's gentle smile.

　　 "I have seen Haotian Douluo..."

　　 Only when he spoke, the expressions of the two of them all changed. Tang Xiao stood up even more excited, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

　　 "Sit down, sit down. And Yuehua, don't get excited." Hemingway patted his wife and grabbed his little hand, and Hemingway repeated the words with a smile.

　　 "I have seen Haotian Douluo. At that time, he was secretly guarding a boy with protection. And that boy was called Tang San..." Hemingway began to talk about Tang Hao and Tang San.

　　 Listening to what Zhang Zheng said, Tang Yuehua just fell into his arms and cried. Tang Xiao, with a pale complexion, clenched his fists several times, and finally chose to loosen them. In the end it could only turn into a long sigh.

　　 "Why are you telling me this kind of thing now?" Seeing Hemingway took out the handkerchief to wipe her tears, Tang Yuehua beat her chest with her white and tender fist, her tone full of anger.

　　 "You can't blame me for this. I don't know who you are before I officially come to propose marriage. I don't even know that you are his aunt." Hemingway answered the anger of his wife more confidently than ever. As for whether it is true or not, I am afraid that only he himself knows.

　　 Regarding Tang San, the protagonist of the original book, Hemingway has never regarded it as a threat. Firstly, the two had no conflict of interest. Secondly, he was now firmly established as the Seagod, and the Killing City was poisoned by himself, probably not far from destruction. It is impossible for him to obtain the Killing God Realm anymore. Don't even think about inheriting Shura's throne without killing the gods.

　　 Even if Tang San could find a **** position with luck in the future, he would definitely not be his opponent with a double **** position. That being the case, why not be generous.

　　 And watching Hemingway gently wipe the tears from the corners of Tang Yuehua's eyes. After this wave of dog food came down, Tang Xiao, who had just had breakfast, almost choked to death.

　　 "Yuehua, what does it look like crying in front of outsiders?" Tang Xiao could only scold his sister coldly. Through reprimanding, trying to let her know the existence of her big brother.

　　 Outsider?

　　You are an outsider!

　　 This is my wife!

　　 As soon as Tang Xiao taught his sister, Hemingway almost rolled up his sleeves and squashed him! I slandered him secretly in my heart, and then softly comforted his wife in his arms: "Yuehua, my brother is right. If you want to cry, let's go back to the room and cry. After all, he is an outsider. It’s inappropriate for us to show affection in front of him."

　　 After finishing speaking, Hemingway gave someone a provocative look. The daughter-in-law has already got it, and the eldest brother has lost the need to please. That being the case, he naturally didn't mind being a little bit presumptuous.

"Boy, I'm Yuehua's eldest brother, dare you say I'm an outsider." Hemingway said he was an outsider. Tang Xiao slapped the table and stood up, his face flushed~www.wuxiamtl.com~cough cough... .! The eldest brother, as the brother-in-law, the younger brother must remind you. Yuehua is my daughter-in-law, and if she enters the door of my Hai family, that is my person. In terms of being close, my husband is closer to her. "Hemingway said that he was not afraid of Tang Xiao, who was smashing a sledgehammer.

　　 Seeing her husband and elder brother quarreling over who was closer to him, Tang Yuehua chuckled while clutching her beautiful red lips. The sadness on his face just now disappeared and the teardrops on the corners of his eyes, on the contrary, looked very delicate.

　　 Her red lips lightly opened, and her intellectually enchanting voice had passed into the ears of the two of them.

"Mingwei, brother, stop making trouble. I will adjust my emotions by myself, so you don't need to worry about me. And Mingwei, you can tell me about the junior three quickly." Lightly pat Hemingway, Tang Yuehua just pulled Let him sit down again. She is not a fool, how can she not see that her husband and eldest brother are afraid that she is sad, so she amuse herself.

　　 The two older brothers have loved themselves since they were young, but because of their age, they are closer to the younger brother. Thinking about it now, it shouldn't be. But the second brother is a dozen years older than himself, and the eldest brother is fifteen years older than the second brother. The age gap is too big, I really didn't alienate him on purpose.

　　 After all, in the childhood stage, there is a younger brother, who would like to be close to an older brother who is more than 20 years older than himself?

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