The old Dragon King sighed and looked at Aocheng's young and handsome face. Within the four seas, Canglong is the best dragon clan. He would be happy to have a son of Canglong. However, Aocheng was too ambitious and would not be as good as him after all.

Being peaceful and peaceful will lead to disaster sooner or later.

"Humph, I want to marry Long Jiu'er, and I will take the position of the leader of the world from Qingcheng. Why should he fight with me? Just because he gave birth to a good child and gave birth to the Dragon King and the Dragon Mother of the East China Sea.

The son of God?" Aocheng said, hugging Long Jiu'er, roaring loudly, and plunged into the deep water of the South China Sea...

Since then, Aocheng used his own magic power to help Long Jiuer heal his injuries every day. However, after more than a month, Long Jiuer's injuries gradually recovered, but he could not smile all day long.

Aocheng used various methods to please him, but he never saw her smiling at her. On that day, the sunshine in the South China Sea was very good, and after noon it was the time when Aocheng was giving out waves, so he took Long Jiuer with him.

When the waves were rising, Long Jiuer stood on the high waves and followed Aocheng ups and downs. The scene of playing with Qingcheng in the past came to mind. Her heart seemed to have been drained of blood, and she was in pain.

Fell down from the waves.

Aocheng hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her, as if worried: "Jiu'er, what's wrong with you?" His concerned voice was full of heartache.

"I'm fine..." Long Jiuer glanced at him lightly and withdrew from his arms.

Ao Cheng stepped forward and hugged Long Jiu'er from behind: "Jiu'er, don't be too attached. There are thousands of good men in the world, and Qingcheng is not the only one. You don't have to waste your prime years for him.

There are so many beauties in the East China Sea Dragon Palace, maybe Qingcheng has forgotten you a long time ago." Aocheng's breath spread warmly on Long Jiu'er's neck.

"Aocheng, in fact, Qingcheng has forgotten me a long time ago." Long Jiuer turned around, he mentioned her pain, and there were faint tears in her eyes.

Long Jiuer looked at Aocheng in front of him, the young and handsome Aocheng. Her weak figure was reflected in his eyes, shrinking into a blurry silhouette in his pupils.

"Since Qingcheng has forgotten you, why don't you try to forget him?" Aocheng asked, looking at Long Jiu'er intently.

Long Jiu'er wanted to say that she could never forget Qingcheng's good qualities, let alone Qingcheng's bad deeds, that he would rather be burned to death by the real fire of Sanwei to save herself, and that he would save her before she was born.

The born child is dug out of the belly and exiled to the abyss of the sea without a breath of air.

She didn't speak, but looked past Aocheng's figure towards the East China Sea, with tears streaming down her face.

Aocheng hugged her into his arms and kissed her tears carefully: "Jiu'er, everything is over. Our wedding is coming on the ninth day of September. From now on, as your husband, I will love you well.

I will wait until the day you are willing to forget Qingcheng and accept me."

Long Jiu'er still didn't speak, he just cried in Ao Cheng's arms. Can he really forget it? Can he really just forget it? Is Qingcheng really no longer destined to be with her?

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Chapter completed!