Chapter 2 Wangfu’s Liu Erlong, the reward is a big explosion

"Xiao Gang, come on, keep drinking!"

Watching Zhou Yi leave, Flanders put down his wine glass, lifted the wine jar, and took a big gulp of wine.

Drinking wine makes me sad and makes me sad even more.

He also likes Liu Erlong.

It's a pity that he is so ugly.

Not competitive.

Now he is still forcing a smile to attend the wedding of his favorite goddess as a friend. You can imagine the bitterness in his heart.

Thinking that my beloved goddess will soon become another woman's wife.

Flanders was heartbroken, feeling like silver needles piercing his heart.

"Boss Fu, do it!"

Yu Xiaogang also raised the wine jar, turned his grief and anger into strength, took a big gulp, choked, and wanted to get drunk before resting.

Alcohol can numb people's nerves.

Only drunk.

Only then could he forget that tonight was Liu Erlong's bridal chamber with flowers and candles.

Forget the bitterness in your heart!

Cup after cup...

Flanders fell.

Yu Xiaogang was also drunk.

He was lying on the table, and with his drunken eyes, he suddenly saw a beautiful and refined fairy appearing on the rooftop in the distance.

There is a crescent moon above the fairy's head, and the cold moonlight shines on her body, complementing her jade-like skin. It is like a fairy from the Moon Palace descending to the mortal world, and she is still vaguely familiar:

"Dong'er..."

A beautiful and refined figure flashed in Yu Xiaogang's mind, that was his first love goddess.

He tried hard to open his eyes to see clearly, but because he drank too much and became drunk, his vision became increasingly blurry.

Intense fatigue and sleepiness constantly invaded every nerve in him, and his eyelids trembled as if they were under heavy pressure.

Finally, he was too sleepy.

His body fell softly on Flanders' lap, he held Flanders in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep, still murmuring:

"Dong'er, Erlong..."

"Book of Changes...Liu Erlong..."

On the roof, Bibi Dong was dressed in white, her skin was like snow, and her eyes as bright as the moon looked at Zhou Yi who was walking towards the wedding room, her eyes full of complexity.

He didn't notice Yu Xiaogang in the banquet at all.

"When I get the title of Douluo, I will spread the red makeup for you ten miles!"

"You lied to me!"

"Where did I lie to you?"

"You can't become a titled Douluo!"

"I can!"

"So what? Can I make you a baby?"

"My wives are all big or small!"

"By the time you give me the title of Douluo, I will already be old!"

"Within ten years."

"impossible!"

"How about we bet a gold coin?"

"Can't you marry me?"

"Martial Soul Hall will not agree. I will die and you will be miserable."

"..."

This was the conversation Bibi Dong had when he found Zhou Yi before Zhou Yi married Liu Erlong.

At that time, Zhou Yi had already awakened the system.

He was confident that he would become a titled Douluo within ten years, and by then he would no longer be afraid of the Spirit Hall.

As for now.

He really couldn't marry Bibi Dong.

He is not an idiot like Yu Xiaogang, who does things without considering the consequences.

Bibi Dong is a love brain.

He is not.

You must consider the consequences of doing things.

If you don't have the strength, you'll just have to live on your own.

As long as he doesn't abduct Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong will be safe and she will still be a high-ranking, pure and pure saint in Wuhun Palace.

The Chamber Douluo will not appear either.

"Zhou Yi... I will give you ten years!"

"If you fail to become a titled Douluo within ten years, I will kill you and Liu Erlong!"

Watching Zhou Yi walk into the bridal chamber, close the door, and lose sight of his figure, Bibi Dong's eyes became cold and her heart became cruel.

If Zhou Yizhen becomes a titled Douluo within ten years, it is not impossible for her...

Is it just possible?

Nowadays, Zhou Yi is in his twenties before he becomes a great soul master. Even if he is a top martial soul, it is almost impossible for him to train from a great soul master to a titled Douluo in ten years.

What's more, Zhou Yi's martial spirit is still so rubbish?

Even becoming a soul master is difficult.

Just thinking of Zhou Yi's confident eyes, Bibi Dong was not sure.

Because this is a man who can create miracles.

Can make the impossible possible!

"Let's go!"

After gathering her thoughts, Bibi Dong turned around and left with Ghost Douluo. She also had to practice hard.

If she had the strength of a titled Douluo now, Zhou Yi might not marry Liu Erlong but marry her.

"Zhou Yi is also smart enough to marry Liu Erlong early. Now that the saint has given up, His Majesty the Pope can rest assured!"

Ghost Douluo withdrew his gaze, and his ghostly figure melted into the darkness, as if he had never appeared before, and left with Bibi Dong!

…

Zhou Mansion.

In the wedding room.

Liu Erlong, who was wearing a wedding dress and a red hijab, was sitting on the edge of the wedding bed, his white and tender hands squared on his thighs, and his fingers pinched the corners of his skirt.

His broad mind was trembling because of the tension and anxiety in his heart.

Even though she is arrogant, hates evil, has a hot temper, and is lively and cheerful, she is no different from an ordinary little girl who gets married.

Crunch.

The door was pushed open, and Liu Erlong's delicate body trembled. As the door closed, clear footsteps continued to approach.

She knew it was Zhou Yi.

When Hei Zhulin first met, she was shocked by Zhou Yi's appearance.

But she is not the kind of woman who only cares about her looks.

after.

She was conquered by Zhou Yi's talent and wisdom.

That profound knowledge put even Yu Xiaogang, whom she admired so much before, to shame.

Zhou Yi's martial arts is rubbish.

But she saw from Zhou Yi his faith and fighting spirit rising like the rising sun.

The days of getting along with Zhou Yi.

She saw Zhou Yi sweating profusely as he practiced his own set of 'soul skills', the Thirteen Life-Destroying Swords.

What others saw was that he was as fast as lightning, and his sword was drawn out to kill people.

What she saw was the blood and sweat behind her day after day.

Serious men are the most attractive.

that moment.

Her heart sank.

"Two dragons!"

Zhou Yi came to the bedside and took off the hijab.

"Zhou Lang!"

Liu Erlong shyly raised his head and met each other's eyes.

Liu Erlong is particularly beautiful today.

The wedding dress is like fire, the skin is like snow, the facial features are exquisite and moving, the eyebrows are picturesque, and the big black eyes are shy but with a strange look.

Under that wedding dress is a hot and perfect figure that ordinary girls cannot match.

"It's late at night. After drinking this glass of wine, it's time to rest!"

Zhou Yi picked up two glasses of wine and handed one to Liu Erlong with a bright smile.

He is already twenty-two years old.

But before that, all my thoughts were on cultivating to become stronger and planning opportunities.

It's not that he doesn't like beautiful women.

But know that strength is everything.

Not to mention this time period.

There are not many famous beauties.

The famous ones are hard to come by.

All in all, it is still strong.

"Um."