Douluo: Marry a wife and become a god, have many sons and many blessings

Chapter 2 Liu Erlong of Wangfu, Reward Big Bang
"Xiao Gang, come on, keep drinking!"

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

When the wine enters the heart, the sorrow is even more sorrowful.

He also likes Liu Erlong.

It's a pity he is so ugly.

Not competitive.

Now he forced Yan Huanxiao to attend the wedding of his favorite goddess as a friend, one can imagine the bitterness in his heart.

Thinking that the beloved goddess will soon become someone else's wife.

Flender was heartbroken, and it felt like silver needles were poking into his heart.

"Boss F, do it!"

Yu Xiaogang also lifted the wine jar, turned his grief and anger into strength, took a big gulp, and even choked, wanting to get drunk.

Alcohol can paralyze a person's nerves.

Only drunk.

Only then can he forget that tonight is Liu Erlong's bridal chamber festivities.

Forget the bitterness in your heart!

Cup after cup...

Flender fell.

Yu Xiaogang was also drunk.

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

There is a crescent moon on the head of the fairy, and the cold moonlight shines on her body, which complements the jade-like skin, like a fairy in the moon palace descending to the mortal world, faintly familiar:
"Dong'er..."

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

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

Intense tiredness and drowsiness kept attacking every nerve in him, and his eyelids were clenched, as if they were extremely heavy.

Finally, he was too sleepy.

The body fell limply on Flender's lap, hugged Flender with both hands, fell into a deep sleep, and murmured:

"Dong'er, Erlong..."

"Zhouyi... Liu Erlong..."

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

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

"Wait for me to be titled Douluo, and make red makeup for Qing Shili!"

"You lied to me!"

"Where did you lie to me?"

"You can't become a Title Douluo at all!"

"I can!"

"So what? Do you want to be a kid?"

"My wives don't matter big or small!"

"Wait for you to title Douluo, I'm already old!"

"Within ten years."

"impossible!"

"How about we bet a gold coin?"

"Can't you marry me?"

"Wuhundian will not agree, I will die, and you will be miserable."

"..."

This is the conversation Bibidong had when she found Zhou Yi before Zhou Yi married Liu Erlong.

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

He is confident that he will become a Titled Douluo within ten years, and then he will not be afraid of Wuhundian anymore.

As for now.

He really can't marry Bibi Dong.

He's not that idiot like Yu Xiaogang, who doesn't think about the consequences when he does things.

Bibi Dong is a love brain.

He is not.

You must consider the consequences of doing things clearly.

If you don't have strength, just hang on.

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 saintess in the Spirit Hall.

Chamber of Secrets Douluo will not appear either.

"Zhouyi... I will give you ten years!"

"Within ten years, if you fail to become a Title Douluo, I will kill you and Liu Erlong!"

Seeing Zhou Yi walk into the bridal chamber, close the door, and see no figure, Bibi Dong's eyes became cold, and his heart felt ruthless.

If Zhou Yi really becomes a Titled Douluo within ten years, it's not impossible for her...

Is it just possible?
Now that Zhou Yi is a great soul master in his twenties, even with a top martial spirit, it is almost impossible for him to cultivate from a great soul master to a titled Douluo in ten years.

What's more, Zhouyi's Wuhun is still so rubbish?
It is difficult to become a soul master.

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

Because this is a man who can perform miracles.

Can make the impossible possible!
"Let's go!"

Concentrating her thoughts, Bibi Dong turned around and left with Ghost Douluo, she also had to work hard to cultivate.

If she had the strength of a Titled Douluo now, Zhou Yi might not have married Liu Erlong, but married her.

"Zhou Yi is also considered interesting. He married Liu Erlong early on. Now that the saint has given up, the Pope can rest assured!"

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

Zhou House.

in the marriage room.

Wearing a wedding dress and wearing a red hijab, Liu Erlong sat upright on the edge of the wedding bed, with his white and tender hands resting on his thighs, his fingers pinching the corners of his skirt.

His broad mind was trembling because of inner tension and apprehension.

Even if she does not give in to her husband, is jealous, has a hot temper, and is lively and cheerful, she is no different from an ordinary married young daughter at this moment.

crunch.

The door was pushed open, Liu Erlong's delicate body trembled, and as the door closed, clear footsteps kept approaching.

She knew it was Zhou Yi.

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

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

after that.

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

That profound knowledge made even Yu Xiaogang, whom she admired a lot, feel ashamed.

Zhou Yi's Wuhun is rubbish.

But she saw Zhou Yi's belief and fighting spirit rising like the rising sun.

The days of getting along with Zhou Yi.

She saw Zhou Yi sweating profusely practicing his self-created 'soul technique' Thirteen Death-Slaying Swords.

What others see is that it is as fast as lightning, and the sword is deadly.

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

Serious men are the most attractive.

that moment.

Her heart fell.

"Two dragons!"

Zhou Yi came to the bed and lifted the hijab.

"Zhou Lang!"

Liu Erlong raised his head shyly, his eyes met.

Today's Liu Erlong is exceptionally beautiful.

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

Under the wedding dress, there is a hot and perfect figure that ordinary girls can't 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 22.

But before, all the 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.

Let alone this time period.

There are not many famous beauties.

The famous ones are hard to come by.

All in all it's strength.

"Ah."

With a shy face on his pretty face, Liu Erlong picked up the wine glass and had a drink with Zhou Yi.

"Er Long, you are so beautiful!"

Looking at the shy beauty, Zhou Yi's heart became hot, and he hugged Liu Erlong.

"lamp!"

"Need not!"

……

in the starry sky.

The bright moon quietly hid in the clouds, as if blindfolded shy eyes.

In the wedding room.

The flames of the fiery red dragon, phoenix, and mandarin duck candles are constantly beating, and the melted wax slides down the candle drop by drop like tears.

Long night, very romantic.

Zhou Yi was even more excited.

Because the reward is finally here.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for achieving the achievement of marrying a wife, the reward for the first time has been super doubled."

"Super double?"

Zhou Yi was overjoyed and full of expectations.

"Reward [-]: Grandmaster medical skills."

"Reward [-]: Martial Soul Evolution."

"Reward Three: Sacred Heart Art."

"Reward [-]: The experience value function is turned on."

……

(End of this chapter)