The news that the Demon God General was about to get engaged to the Princess Cangyue Kingdom spread throughout the Southern Continent

Although people from both countries were talking, when the sea tribes were at the city, people obviously could not pay too much attention to this.

However, for several parties involved, this is definitely a lifelong event.

Weirong Palace.

Yang Zheng gently embraced Rachel's waist from behind and whispered: "Rachel, you are so indulging me. How could you agree so readily to such a thing?"

Rachel leaned on Yang Zheng's shoulder, and one cheek rubbed against Yang Zheng's lower body

"You fool, do you think I can't see you? Bingyun and Axue, one is the third princess of Cangyue Kingdom, and the other is the eldest lady of Tianhua Bao Pavilion. They are both noble people. People like them are so flattering to me. Could it be that because of my relationship, they can see their affection for you, even if they are fools, let alone they are waiting to marry and have not left the pavilion, so they are more worthy of you than me."

Yang Zheng quickly turned Rachel over and stared at her: "Who allows you to have such a thought? Is it worthy? I love your person. No matter what your identity, status, or whether you have ever married, it has nothing to do with my love for you."

Rachel threw herself into his arms and hugged him hard: "I know, I know, A Zheng, I know you are good to me, but... At the moment, it is no longer a personal matter for you to marry Bingyun. It is related to the lives of millions of people in Cangyue Kingdom. Even if I am reluctant to leave, how can I ignore those millions of lives? Besides, I am quite bored living alone in the palace. You often have to travel back and forth between two continents, and Bingyun is not lonely with me."

Yang Zheng gently followed Rachel's black hair and sighed: "I always feel wronged."

Rachel raised her head in his arms, with a trace of contempt in her eyes: "Then you will love me more in the future."

Yang Zhengqi said: "Don't I love you yet?"

Rachel twisted a few times in his arms like a snake, biting Yang Zheng's ear and said, "You have rarely loved me recently..."

Yang Zheng was shocked and suddenly came over. He had been away for nearly a year, and after he came back, he was busy with that. He did neglect Rachel. Rachel was not very enthusiastic about doing that before, so Yang Zheng ignored her feelings.

Maybe it was stimulated by Yang Zheng's desire to marry another woman. Rachel was generous, but as a woman, how could she have no knots in her heart, so she would let go of her figure and ask for pleasure.

After a warm heart, Yang Zheng reached down with one hand, picked up Rachel Heng, and walked towards the room...

Mo Bingyun and Yang Zheng's engagement was almost lightning-fast.

It was indeed because the Hai tribe was too urgent. When Mo Bingyun proposed to Mo Liansheng to form an alliance and reached a consensus between Yang Zheng and Mo Lianyu. In just three days, the Hai tribe attacked twice. Thirty thousand people died in Centimoon City, and Mo Lianyu couldn't wait. He tried his best to promote the engagement.

Under such a war situation, the engagement was held very low-key and simple.

The main purpose of engagement is to announce the alliance between Wei Rong and Cang Yue, and the engagement process is secondary.

Mo Bingyun stood in the fucking glorious hall in a gorgeous women's suit.

No matter how low-key they are, the participants have already filled the entire hall.

Yang Zheng and Mo Bingyun are both very identifiable people. Just inviting some relatives and friends from both sides to get married is much more than ordinary families.

You can imagine what a lively scene they will be if they really get married in the future.

Yang Zheng stood beside Mo Bingyun in a black dress. His slender and upright figure was unsightly, but the bride was obviously more eye-catching. Bingyun, who rarely wore such a dress, put on light makeup, her hair was tied up and exposed her slender and white jade neck, and her hair was covered with diamond rings. She was noble and elegant, and her facial features were perfectly filled with a unique temperament of heroism and delicateness. Mo Bingyun, who is known as the flower of the Empire, exuded a feminine look. It was dazzling.

After today, this flower of the Empire belongs to her. Yang Zheng looked at Mo Bingyun's jade-like side face and held her hand, feeling that her body was a little nervous and stiff.

After laughing, Yang Zheng turned his head and whispered in her ear: "You are very beautiful today."

Two red clouds flew on Mo Bingyun's face, and she glanced at Yang Zheng with joy and resentment.

"Let's go to the toast the bar."

Mo Bingyun held Yang Zheng's right arm and walked with him. Even though he was doing everything in a low-key manner, the etiquette he should have was indispensable.

The two of them walked around for most of the time, and toasted with relatives and friends of both sides one by one, and had to deal with different problems in different people. Both of them were in excellent physical strength, but they also felt tired.

After finding a gap, he walked to the side to rest. Yue Ruxue walked from the side. She stood in front of Yang Zheng and Mo Bingyun, held a glass of wine, and said softly: "I wish my brother and sister-in-law a glass."

Yang Zheng quickly took a glass of wine and drank it all: "Thank you, Axue."

Mo Bingyun also drank a glass and glanced at A Xue with a slightly complicated look: "Thank you."

"You must be happy." Yue Ruxue was breathing, but her eyes turned red without any courage. She turned around and walked quickly.

"Axue, wait." Bingyun chased after her and held her hand. Axue was forced to walk aside and talked.

Yang Zheng touched his nose and he felt a little vaguely. But in such an occasion, what could he say? He just felt that the blessings of all people were not easy to enjoy.

This wedding, which was extremely "simple" for the royal family, lasted until twelve o'clock. Guests from all sides were sent to the guest room for rest. Yang Zheng took a breath. The servants were already cleaning up the chaos left in the hall. Yang Zheng found that there was nothing beside Mo Bingyun.

When only two people were left, Yang Zheng also lost so calm. Although Mo Bingyun was in love with him, there were not many days when they really had a intersection.

Compared with Rachel, Mo Bingyun and him have a very thin relationship.

He looked at Mo Bingyun who was silent and said nothing, "What did you say to A Xue just now?"

"Do you want to know?" Mo Bingyun raised his head slightly and looked at him with a smile.

Yang Zheng touched his nose and felt that he had asked a stupid question. Why did he pull the topic to Axue at this time?

He said embarrassedly: "It's nothing, I'll ask casually, I'll ask casually. It's late at night, I'll go to rest."

He pulled his feet and left the hall. He realized that Mo Bingyun was following him. He didn't realize anything, until he walked towards his residence in the palace. He still found Mo Bingyun behind him, and then he felt something was wrong. He turned around and said, "Bingyun. You... go and rest."

Mo Bingyun was stunned for a moment and said with some shame: "I'm going to rest."

"Yes, but this is my room."

Mo Bingyun felt that it was unbearable. She didn't say anything, and walked around Yang Zhengxian into the room in a few steps.

As soon as Yang Zheng entered the room, he was stunned. The room changed completely. The furniture inside was replaced with new ones and placed in the dressing table. There was a large gooseberry bed in the middle, with exquisite red cloth curtains hanging, and the candlelight was burning, reflecting everything in front of him, making him suspect that he had gone to the wrong room.

Of course this is impossible, could it be that Rachel and the others prepared for it?

Oh my God, this attitude is clearly a new house for the newlyweds, and Mo Bingyun must have known it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so angry with Yang Zheng's elm head just now.

This is no wonder Yang Zheng. He used to be a romantic figure, but he has experienced too much in recent years and is older, so he naturally cannot be unruly anymore. Moreover, he is still a traditional person in his bones. He attaches great importance to marriage. Although Mo Bingyun was engaged to him, he did not have the same emotional foundation as Rachel. He was unable to turn around his role for a while and treat himself as Mo Bingyun's husband.

Mo Bingyun hid behind the screen and took off his cumbersome dress, changed into a white robe and walked out, sat in front of the dressing table, and took down the jewelry.

The room was prepared with hot water all year round. Mo Bingyun washed up before he walked out quietly.

She glanced at Yang Zheng, who was sitting aside with a resentful look, walked straight to the big bed, lifted the curtain and drilled into it. The room was a bit dark, and Mo Bingyun was left with only a faint shadow when he got in.

Yang Zheng sat down for a while and finally stood up to wash.

He changed into his loose robe and walked out, and was about to sit on the chair again, and heard a soft hum from the curtain.

Yang Zheng smiled bitterly and turned toward the bed. His senses were so sharp that he could naturally feel the breathing was getting heavier and heavier. He knew that Mo Bingyun was actually even more nervous than him.

Standing at the head of the bed, he whispered, "Bingyun, then I'm in."

"Yeah..." After receiving a response, Yang Zheng lifted the curtain and climbed onto the bed.

Mo Bingyun shrank in the quilt, and could only see a black hair exposed outside. Yang Zheng was lying down on the side of the bed, preparing to sleep like this for a night before talking about it.

After closing his eyes for a moment, he opened it again, turned his head, and found that there were bright eyes looking at him without a moment, with some shocking resentment in his eyes.

Yang Zheng suddenly felt his throat itchy.

"Yang Zheng, I'll ask you two questions? Please answer me honestly." The owner of the eyes spoke.

"You ask." Yang Zheng touched his nose.

"I ask you, do you think I'm ugly?"

"If you are ugly, there will be no good-looking people in this world." Yang Zheng replied carefully.

"The second question is, are you unwilling to marry me?"

"Of course I'm willing. Any woman like you will want it as long as a normal man." Yang Zheng praised in a different way.

Mo Bingyun bit his lip, and the "resentment" in his eyes almost shattered Yang Zheng: "Okay, I'm not ugly, you are willing to marry me, we are all engaged, then why are you so shy? I usually think you are a man, but now... I think you are not."

Mo Bingyun gritted his teeth and flipped his back to Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng was furious and said, "This damn girl is arousing me, but men can't take this kind of excitement. Isn't it a man? Brother, let you see what a real man means. Mo Bingyun exclaimed in surprise."

Yang Zheng pressed Mo Bingyun under him, stared at Mo Bingyun with a fiery look on his face as bloody as if he was red, and said fiercely: "Say, am I a man?"

Mo Bingyun felt a hot and hard thing pressing on her abdomen, which made her bones all over her body soft.

She suppressed her inner tension and shyness, turned her head, but she didn't look at Yang Zheng directly.

Yang Zheng decided to speak with facts, and he was too arrogant. He got married and went to bed first and then cultivated his feelings. He bent down and kissed Mo Bingyun's ear beads. He gently teased her, and his hands had already crawled under the woman's robe. He held two straight and plump breasts, and his ten fingers were moving flexibly.

Mo Bingyun was completely a young man, except for his hard mouth and his body became soft. After a while, he was amused by Yang Zheng as a pool of soft mud. He didn't even know why his clothes were stripped naked by Yang Zheng.

As long as a man starts this kind of thing, he will never be able to stop. Besides, such a beautiful beauty with delicate and beautiful lubricating texture and charming woman's emotions all stimulate Yang Zheng's hormones. When Yang Zheng really pushed the hot thing against the muddy part of Mo Bingyun's lower body, Mo Bingyun couldn't bear it and begged for mercy first.

Yang Zhengjian is on the string. He really believes it if he doesn't listen to a few soft words. Women are afraid of the first time, but if a man really stops, the woman will be extremely disappointed. He bit Mo Bingyun's ear bead and said, "You girl, you accept your fate now. I, an authentic man, will turn you into an authentic woman now."

He thrust his lower body, knocked in and entered...

After Yang Zheng and Mo Bingyun got engaged, the Cangyue Kingdom's great migration plan began.

The Cangyue Kingdom gave up most of its land, and people from all over the country moved to cities near the border of Weirong Kingdom, and many of them even arranged to enter Weirong. The merger of the two armies was also under close consultation.

Under this situation, Yang Zheng and the God of Cangyue Army Mo Liansheng met.

On the crescent moon city, Yang Zheng and Mo Liansheng stood together.

Outside the city, there are black sea clans.

After dozens of wars, Centimono City is completely different. Today is the day when the entire army is about to withdraw from Centimono City.

The migration plan is under the power of gathering Taoyuan, Wei Rong and Cangyue. The progress is very smooth. Now most of the land in Cangyue Kingdom has been empty, and the natural barrier of Cangyue City is no longer needed. Today is the last battle with the sea tribe on Cangyue City.

Mo Liansheng looked at Yang Zheng, the famous demon general, now his niece.
To be continued...