A dreamlike sound of the piano poured out from under Mo Ye's hands, and all the people around him were intoxicated at that time, only Qi Huan...... She twisted her head blankly to look at the flow dye next to her, and Qiao Qiao.

After a long time, the sound of the piano fell suddenly, and the exclamations one after another sounded. The disciple who had just competed with Mo Ye's piano skills burst into tears and shouted for his skills.

Mo Ye stood in the crowd with an unfathomable smile on his face, and he also 'took time' to wink at Qi Huan in the distance.

Qi Huan couldn't help laughing, this man is really ......

I'm afraid that no one here except her knows what the real sound of Mo Ye was just now, that sound, wrong, it should be called noise...... She swore that she would never let Mo Ye touch any musical instrument again in her life.

In addition to the piano skills, the other three Mo Ye still have real skills, after all, he has lived more than 100,000 years longer than those people, and it would be a shame if he could still lose like this.

When comparing painting skills, Mo Ye painted Qi Huan, although there were only a few brushes, but I felt as if Qi Huan was alive in the painting, and the painting was finally sent to Qi Huan. Looking at the people on the painting, Qi Huan felt that in this life, she had earned it.

After the four arts competition, it also 'spent' for most of the day, and in this short half a day, the disciples of the entire Qingyun Sect looked at Mo Ye with the same eyes as if they were looking at a god, idol! In these years, I have a good temper, good looks, strong enough, and everyone has everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Mo Ye is simply the most perfect man in the hearts of all 'women'.

"Now, can I pick someone up?" Mo Ye looked at Ling Yunzi with a smile, Ling Yunzi's face couldn't see joy and sorrow, and there was a little loss in his eyes. When others saw it, they thought he was lost because his uncle was married. No one would know that he was because he would never have the chance to trouble Qi Huan again, hey, it's just such a chance in a lifetime!

Turning sideways, he got out of the way to the Forgotten Worry Peak, and before Mo Ye walked to the peak, he saw Qi Huan, who was dressed in a fiery red, running down from above.

Mo Ye stood halfway up the mountain, waiting for Qi Huan to "throw himself into the net" with open arms. Xipa didn't know where he flew when Qi Huan ran over. As for the heavy phoenix crown, Qi Huan didn't bring it at all, and her pretty short hair was particularly eye-catching.

When Qi Huan threw himself into Mo Ye's arms, he leaned over his red 'lips' and kissed him secretly.

Maybe it was not strange, but those Qingyun disciples didn't feel too surprised when they saw the bride running out by herself.

Mo Ye hugged Qi Huan and followed Lingyunzi and them, and walked all the way back to Forget Worries Peak from the first to seventh 'color' light bridge, and the wedding of the two was held on the main peak of Qingyun.

Mo Ye is a ghost and immortal, he doesn't worship heaven and earth, and he and Qi Huan have no parents to worship, so they directly come to worship as a husband and wife. Then Qi Huan, under the encouragement of everyone, hugged Mo Ye and gnawed violently for several minutes in disregard of the image, until the rouge on the 'lips' dyed Mo Ye's thin 'lips' with a 'color', and she stopped panting.

Mo Ye seemed to like Qi Huan's behavior very much, if it weren't for someone around, he would definitely not let Qi Huan go so easily. Some reluctantly watched Qi Huan being sent into the 'cave' room, and Mo Ye was directly pulled out, and his name Bei celebrated him, in fact, the disciples of the entire Qingyun Sect took turns pouring wine on him.

A glass of wine that had been hidden for a hundred years was poured into his stomach like water by Mo Ye, even if he was a ghost immortal, he couldn't help the wheel battle of hundreds of people. I have to say that the disciples of the Qingyun Sect have all shamelessly come together, if he didn't know that Qi Huan is the senior uncle of Lingfengzi Lingyunzi, I'm afraid he would mistakenly think that they are enemies.

He's innocent, he's just marrying a wife. You don't have to be poured into two large vat bars either!

Fortunately, the wine brewing of 'Hua' Xianzi is full of stamina, these Qingyun Sect disciples are generally not very good at drinking, most of them are the kind that are poured in one cup, and the remaining few are also five or six cups are not good, only the Lingfengzi brothers and the 'Hua' Xianzi continue to drink in a cup.

Mo Ye is not a person after all, although he will be a little drunk, but it will soon recede, but the three of them drink a little too much.

looked at Ling Yunzi, who basically couldn't talk nonsense, pulling himself, and kept patting him on the shoulder, looking bitter and hateful, and kept telling Mo Ye how he was bullied by Qi Huan back then, and how he spent those hundreds of years miserably. In the end, he even told Mo Ye that if he couldn't stand Qi Huan one day, don't return Qi Huan. It is considered to be a good deed every day.

Mo Ye listened to the black lines on his head, it seems that Qi Huan's nephew has suffered a lot from Qi Huan before. Although the other two people are a little better, they say similar things. After drinking the last drop of wine and putting everyone down, Mo Ye slowly walked back with his hands behind his back.

He felt that he was now simply burdened with the expectations of the entire Qingyun Sect.

Mo Ye stood in front of the 'door' of the room, and suddenly felt his heart beat faster, he had never tasted this feeling, it was a kind of expectation, an expectation that made people tremble with joy, she finally belonged to him completely, completely belonged to him. Qi Huan said that this is a promise of life and death, since she married him, in this life, she was born

The people of the ink night, death is the ghost of the ink night.

The 'door' of the room opened quietly, and Qi Huan, who had been waiting for most of the night, had already laid on the 'bed' regardless of his image, and slept in the dark. However, the curtain on her body was not untied, Mo Ye took a light step, walked to the 'bed', and stretched out her hand to carefully change Qi Huan's clothes.

"Hmm......" Mo Ye's hand had just touched Qi Huan, and Qi Huan had a feeling, no way, the force of resistance was too strong, this was a passive reaction, and she didn't want to!

Opening his eyes that were a little 'confused' and 'cloudy', Qi Huan lay on the 'bed', looked at Mo Ye hanging on his upper body, smiled at him, and stretched out his arms to pull him towards him.

The bodies of the two had just come into contact, and a thin layer of thunder and lightning floated on Qi Huan's hand, feeling the familiar sting, Mo Ye couldn't help but smile bitterly, this is not a peony 'flower' to die and be a ghost, he is really not afraid of death!

"Kiss one." Qi Huan pursed his lips and stole an incense first without saying anything.

It's not just men who are 'lustful' these years, but 'women' are also 'lustful', because Qi Huan's body is always passively aggressive, which leads to extreme disharmony in the recent nightlife of the two.

Although there is no major 'problem', it is too much not to be able to sleep with Moye at night. Accustomed to his warm 'chest' and the familiar sound of his heartbeat, suddenly there was nothing, and Qi Huan basically kept his eyes open until dawn.

"How much did you drink?" Mo Ye was as good as a stream, and obediently opened his mouth to let Qi Huan's little tongue turn over the river and the sea in his mouth. The smell of fine wine was found in his mouth, and Qi Huan squinted his eyes, as if he was enjoying it very much.

"Not much, but your senior brother's wine collection of more than 100 years seems to have run out." …… I'm afraid that only Mo Ye will not say much, and his senior brother's wine collection of more than 100 years is several large vats. A hand dishonestly probed into Mo Ye's lower abdomen, tsk, this skin is smooth and elastic, and it looks very delicious, isn't this 'tempting' and 'confusing' her.

"Well......" Qi Huan was not interested in chatting, it was better for the two of them to talk about something meaningful on their wedding night. Turning over and pressing Mo Ye back onto the 'bed' couch, the red 'colored' brocade quilt was embroidered with a cheesy malaria phoenix Chengxiang, but Qi Huan didn't have that picky mind now, such a delicious Xianggong was pressed under her, and she was thinking about how to eat tonight.

Qi Huan seemed to like to be in the initiative position, but Mo Ye felt that it didn't matter, as long as he could eat it, it was acceptable for anyone to go up and down.

Seeing her straddle her waist and abdomen, her little hands were busy pulling the wedding robe and belt on his body, but she couldn't 'get it' any way, and the pouting mouth with a frustrated expression made Mo Ye almost can't help but take off the clothes that were in the way on her body.

Fortunately, at this time, Qi Huan's head still turned very quickly, a thin silver wire passed through the belt, Mo Ye only felt that his waist was loose, and the belt had been cut into two sections, and the culprit was, of course, the wisp of thunder.

ripped off Mo Ye's 'pants', and looked at the man under him who was naked and in such good shape that no matter how many times she looked at it, she still couldn't help drooling, and Qi Huan laughed brightly.

Leaned down and gently 'licked' the red 'colored' little Doudou in front of Mo Ye's chest, and found that his body was stiff, Qi Huan took a bite maliciously. Her provocative behavior made Mo Ye's eyes burn more and more vigorously, and while Qi Huan was lying in front of his 'chest', Mo Ye reached out and untied Qi Huan's clothes one by one.

The wedding dress of the 'woman' is very cumbersome when she wears it one by one, and it takes Qi Huan more than an hour, and when she takes it off, it is fast enough, and the ink night is basically torn apart when she can't take it off, and after a while, the ground is full of red 'colored' rags.

"This is the ......" When she took off the last one, Mo Ye was suddenly stunned, Qi Huan was not wearing a belly pocket, but a small thing that was much more 'refined' than the belly pocket, which could cover her bulging 'breast', and the black 'colored' satin formed a sharp contrast with the snow-white skin on the waist and 'chest', which 'stimulated' Mo Ye's senses.

Qi Huan looked down at the wipe's breasts on her body, this was a temporary gift she made for the wedding. Judging by Mo Ye's expression, he seemed quite satisfied.

"Isn't it pretty?"

"I like it." Mo Ye narrowed his eyes, his palms tingled, and he wondered if it was better to tear this little thing off or leave it on it.

Probably seeing Mo Ye's intentions, he just stretched out his hand, and was grabbed by Qi Huan, "Don't tear it up, this is a gift." ”

"Sent to me?" Mo Ye raised his eyebrows, he liked this gift.

Mo Ye raised his hand and carefully untied his wedding gift, and the black silk fell. The soft crispy 'chest' fell into his hand, and even though the palm of his hand was stinged by the thunder that flowed out inadvertently, Mo Ye still felt that he was so happy.