When Di'an saw Yang Zheng holding his mother, he did not rebel at all.

In his heart, Yang Zheng was originally a teacher and father. In his heart, no one in the world can be worthy of his mother except Yang Zheng.

He was almost fourteen years old, and in this civilized aristocratic class, he had long known about men and women.

He even blinked at Yang Zheng in a cunning way and sneaked out of the small gate of the martial arts training ground.

When Rachel came back to her senses and found that she and Yang Zheng were the only ones left in the empty martial arts training ground, she was a little surprised and shy and asked, "Where is An Zai?"

"He? Slide away."

"Ah... Then he saw us just now..." Rachel's cheeks flushed.

"I saw it, but he didn't seem to be surprised. It seems that I am a good master and he feels relieved to hand you over to me." Yang Zheng smiled with bad intentions.

"Go to yours." Rachel was not that thick-skinned, pushed Yang Zheng, turned around and left.

"Hi," Yang Zheng reached out and grabbed her, and smiled and said, "I don't seem to invite you to dance tonight."

During the feast, Yang Zheng and Rachel were busy with social engagements and had fewer opportunities to dance together.

At this time, the martial arts training ground was quiet, with the fragrance of flowers floating around, the moonlight was beautiful, and there was no one else in the world except them.

Before Rachel could react, her body had fallen into Yang Zheng's arms.

"Who is going to jump with you."

She refused, but her hand gently placed on Yang Zheng's shoulder.

Yang Zheng hugged her delicate and soft waist, and his other hand clasped her fingers, leading her to dance.

Rachel did not change into the purple evening outfit. Her hair was tied up high, and a shiny snow drill strap was wrapped around her hair. Her chest was wide open, revealing a large piece of snow-white and plump breasts. Looking down from Yang Zheng's perspective, it was even more enchanting.

A bloodstone as big as an egg lies in the deep snowy ditch, shining with scarlet red.

Rachel lowered her eyes, and her graceful figure rose and fell with her dancing steps.

"Why don't you dare to look at me?" Yang Zheng said softly.

Rachel raised her head and looked at Yang Zheng deeply for a moment. Finally, she lost to the hot gaze that was enough to melt her, and lowered her head again.

"I'm afraid I'll eat you?"

A few months after the reunion, because Yang Zheng forced him step by step, their relationship was no longer as simple as before.

Rachel was deeply trapped in it. She was afraid and enjoyed this feeling.

She couldn't escape the love net that Yang Zhengzhi had learned, and a hint of begging appeared in her silver eyes: "Don't force me."

Seeing this high-ranking queen revealing her weak side, Yang Zheng felt strange pleasure like any normal man.

"Don't you want to hear my story?"

"What story?"

"Where did I go after I left? What did I do?"

"Think!" Rachel raised her head without hesitation, her eyes shining brightly.

She had long wanted to know where Yang Zheng had been in the past four years, but was just waiting for Yang Zheng to tell her.

Yang Zheng smiled, pulled Rachel closer, and wrapped her hands around her waist. Feeling the moving heat of her delicate body in her arms, and whispered in her ear: "I'll say it slowly."

Occasionally there are one or two insects chirping around, and the martial arts training ground is surrounded by flowers and grass. The quiet moonlight is gentle, making people linger in it.

Rachel put his hands on Yang Zheng's neck. He closed his eyes and slowly enjoyed the rare peace. Yang Zheng's low and magnetic voice came from his ears. When he heard the tension, his heart was beating violently. When he heard the pleasure, he outlined a light arc on the corners of his lips.

Yang Zheng didn't want to destroy the atmosphere. The processed story was like an adventure story, and he couldn't hear the tragic tragedy inside.

...

"Peach Garden, such a beautiful name, such a beautiful place." Rachel murmured.

"In the future, I will take you there. We can watch the sunrise and sunset on the sea together, and we can go hunting on the sea. You must have never seen how big the Blue Dream Sea is. It cannot be seen at the end. The sky is blue and the sea is blue. It is a clean and pure world. You will definitely fall in love with it..."

Rachel opened her eyes and said angrily: "You are not allowed to bewitch me anymore, I want to go now."

Listening to her soft voice as if she was acting coquettishly, Yang Zheng smiled and said sly: "Are you still afraid of me now?"

Rachel was so angry that she pinched his shoulder hard, but unfortunately Yang Zheng was thick-skinned and used all as a massage.

"I'm going to stay tonight." Yang Zheng whispered while biting her earlobe.

Rachel was shocked and her body shook.

Just a layer of window film

To be broken, the relationship between the two has reached this point, Rachel is not only nervous and unable to refuse.

"Don't... like this... Yang!"

Even she herself could hear the weakness of her voice and the powerlessness of resistance, as if she was just doing her best.

Yang Zheng's hand gently swam on her handsome waist and back, and an evil smile appeared in his eyes. He leaned over and grabbed the tender red lips. The moonlight was as silver as silver, spreading on the two people who merged into one place in the pavilion, pulling out a long figure.

A big hand skillfully unbuttoned the golden button behind the evening dress.

Rachel was lost by the passionate kiss, and held the hand with her only trace of wisdom, begging: "Don't be here..."

"No one will get close to here," Yang Zheng comforted softly: "I can feel the movement of an ant within a hundred meters..."

His hand suddenly exerted force, and the evening dress slid off Rachel's shoulders. The snow-white and tall beautiful breasts were trembling and exposed to the air. The scarlet bloodstone emitted a charming red light in the two balls of powder, reflecting the snow-skinned muscles. Yang Zheng's eyes were deeply attracted and he exuded his sincere admiration: "It's so beautiful!"

Rachel moaned sweetly in her throat, and water dripped from her eyes. She reached out to block it, but was pulled by Yang Zheng, who was quick-witted and pulled behind her.

Yang Zheng lifted her whole body and sat on a stone chair covered with felt. He held a ball of snow with one hand, and reached into the skirt with the other hand, fumbled carefully about the charming body in his arms.

Although she had been mentally prepared for a long time, Rachel, who had never felt this way, still felt stiff all over, and she felt both scared and irritated in her heart. When the strange current continued to hit her mind through Yang Zheng's fingers, her tightly clenched lips finally opened and she made a moan that made her feel extremely ashamed.

Her hands holding Yang Zheng's head became tighter and tighter.

Feeling a growing wetness on his hands, Yang Zheng gently pulled out his finger and shook the finger with the bright liquid in front of Rachel's eyes. Rachel was almost crying.

Turning over and pressing her on the chair, Yang Zheng smiled wickedly and said, "My dear sister, the game has just begun, and the night is still growing..."

In the martial arts training ground, Rachel's increasingly helpless moans began to echo...

...

The first heavy snow in winter decorated Wei Rongguo with silver.

In the royal city, people put on lights and decorate colors, and every household covered with colorful paintings to celebrate the annual Ruixue Festival.

In this world, the division of New Year Festivals is limited to snow.

The first heavy snow represents the arrival of the new year. The people are reunited, asking God to worship God, begging for good weather and a good harvest in the coming year.

As for the aristocratic class, moving around each other during the New Year is also a summary of the results of the year, looking forward to the important days of the coming year.

The rise of the Demon God Sect made Weirong Kingdom’s Ruixue Festival this year different from the past.

Churches in various places have been notified that they will be fully opened on Ruixue Festival, allowing believers of demons to pray that the church will prepare a lot of food, and believers can eat in the church freely and receive the blessings of the priests.

Newborn babies or young people who have just grown up will be baptized under the auspices of the priests.

The doctrine of the demon god has been widely circulated and has gained more and more faith among the Weirong people.

The freedom and beauty of propaganda in the doctrine, and the paradise without any disease or disasters, make the people yearn for it. In order to go to heaven after death, the people no longer live numbly, they begin to try to do good deeds. Those who do wrong things will go to church to repent and turn evil into the terrifying hell after death, and the folk customs have greatly improved.

Yang Zheng is traveling around.

The Demon God Army is now on track, and Taoyuan's business is blooming everywhere in Weirong.

Whether it is Wei Rong's national strength or Taoyuan's financial strength, it has made amazing developments in the past six months.

In the open, Yang Zheng is the Pope of the Demon God of Weirong Kingdom, the leader of the Demon God Army, the father of Weirong Kingdom, and secretly he is the boss behind Taoyuan.

Purely speaking of strength, perhaps he is the most powerful person in the Southern Continent.

Xuelan Street in the royal capital. People come and go. The noble ladies wearing precious furs hold small flower umbrellas and walk on the road where the snow has just been cleared. There are many children on the roadside to build snowmen with snowmen, using bamboo handles as their hands, carrots as their noses, and black stones as their eyes. They are all the best.

A man and a woman were getting off a carriage at this time.
Chapter completed!