PFC Chapter 221 Reward Order
Chapter 221 Reward Order
When Meng Chun woke up the next day, it was already noon.
I thought Dizaka was not there, but when I turned around, I saw him looking at me with a satisfied expression.
"My wife..."
When Meng Chun heard his own hoarse voice, he was instinctively stunned and then punched Dizha in the chest.
The latter was not annoyed after being beaten, but a smile appeared in his eyes, "How do you feel, Chun'er?"
Meng Chun glared at her in anger, then supported his aching waist and turned his back.
Seeing that he was angry, Diqi simply reached out and touched his waist, rubbing it gently.
"Chun'er, be good and turn around a little and come into my wife's arms."
Hearing the gentle and coaxing tone, Meng Chun's ears instinctively turned red, but when he thought about how he was tossed around by this man last night, he suddenly became angry.
He turned around angrily, opened his mouth and gently bit Diqian's neck, saying in a wronged tone: "You don't listen... I already said I don't want it anymore..."
Di Qi's eyes darkened when she was bitten by him, and when she heard Meng Chun's words, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes again.
"I was wrong. Chun'er, be good and don't be angry with your wife, okay?"
The pain in Meng Chun's waist was relieved a lot after being kneaded, and he finally calmed down a little. He leaned obediently in Di'an's arms.
After a whole night of making love, he was exhausted even though he had a high level of cultivation. Now his aching waist was soothed.
He began to feel drowsy again. Di Zhu didn't hear his answer for a long time, then he lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms.
Meng Chun had already fallen asleep, with a faint pink on her fair cheeks, and she looked very obedient and soft.
Her gaze fell on her slightly swollen lips, her eyes flickering as if she was savoring last night's memories.
Meng Chun's neck was covered with marks left by Emperor Xuan, and a little spring light could be seen through the half-open collar of her clothes. Looking around, it was full of arousing kiss marks.
Di Yan was afraid of waking him up, so even the movements of kneading Meng Chun's waist became extremely light, and the gentle spiritual power flowed into Meng Chun's body through her fingertips.
As the spiritual power flowed, Meng Chun's brows relaxed comfortably in his sleep, and he rubbed against Di's arms affectionately.
Dizaka kissed him lightly on the lips, and perhaps feeling her breath, the little person in his arms began to whisper softly.
"My dear wife, please stop making trouble..."
Diqian chuckled and pulled the person closer to his arms, his tone very doting: "Okay, stop making trouble and go to sleep."
Looking at the person sleeping in her arms, she felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in her heart, and at this moment, Meng Chun was completely exuding her unique aura from head to toe.
The two of them were being gentle and pure here. The entire Biluo Divine Clan hadn't seen their young master and young master lord for a whole day, so some curious disciples immediately made a fuss.
All kinds of rumors were flying around, but they all agreed that it was their young master, and his first bridal chamber lasted a whole day and night.
However, they only dared to spread such rumors in private and did not dare to make a fuss in front of the person who caused the incident.
"It's almost dark. Why are you all gathered here if you're not going to practice?"
Just as they were having various passionate conversations, they suddenly heard the voice of their ninth elder.
A group of people turned around with stiff necks, just in time to meet the bearded Ninth Elder.
The ninth elder took the lead and gave each of them a slap!
"A bunch of brats! Do you think you can discuss the Young Master's affairs?!"
The Ninth Elder pointed at their noses and scolded them, "You're not practicing seriously all day long, but just gossiping. Be careful or you'll lose miserably in the clan competition in two months!"
"Disciple, I understand..." A group of people covered their heads, looking aggrieved.
The Ninth Elder didn't care whether they felt wronged or not, and said coldly, "I understand. Why don't you hurry up and practice? Do you need me to invite you?"
After everyone dispersed, the Ninth Elder shook his head helplessly and walked towards Emperor Zhao's palace.
When he reached the door, he was about to knock when he heard Meng Chun's gentle voice from inside, "Wife, it seems that you didn't go out today."
Diqian responded with a smile, "It's enough to accompany Chun'er."
The Ninth Elder smiled slightly and turned away.
The couple has a good relationship. It seems that they will have great-grandchildren soon.
After nightfall, Emperor Zhao took Meng Chun out for a walk. However, not long after they left the house, they ran into a disciple who came looking for them.
"Young Master, Young Master, the ancestor invites you."
Di Yan held Meng Chun's hand, his expression calm: "Well, lead the way."
The two followed the disciples to the ancestor's residence.
The old ancestor sat in the upper seat, his eyes moving between the two of them, finally stopping on Meng Chun, his eyes full of kindness.
Meng Chun was wearing the young master's regular clothes, with his hair half uncovered and wearing the Biluo hairpin that symbolized his status. He glanced at Emperor Zhao and then smiled and saluted the Biluo ancestor.
"Grandson-in-law meets grandpa."
"Grandson meets grandpa."
The two of them saluted the old man on the platform together. Patriarch Biluo was just very happy and said quickly: "Good, good, seeing you two are so well matched together, an old man like me is happy too, hahahahahahahahahahaha."
There was a hint of smile in Dizha's eyes, and Meng Chun felt a little shy, but only for a moment.
Emperor Qian looked at Patriarch Biluo and asked, "Grandfather sent a disciple to call your grandson here, but what's the important matter?"
When it came to serious matters, Patriarch Biluo temporarily put away his smile and frowned with a serious expression.
"Ever since you wiped out the Yuhuang clan that day, the Xuanji clan's clan leader has issued a bounty order, saying that the Xuanji clan's saint daughter mysteriously disappeared, and her soul lamp was shattered not long after."
"This matter..."
"I killed the person."
Di Qi spoke bluntly, and when she thought of what Xing Lan had done to Meng Chun before her death, murderous intent rose in her eyes.
When Patriarch Biluo looked up and saw the murderous intent hidden in Emperor Zhao's eyes, he was stunned. He had already guessed that it was the work of his grandson.
But he didn't expect that when the dead saint was mentioned, his grandson, who had always been calm and self-controlled, would uncontrollably emit murderous intent.
Before he could open his mouth, he heard Meng Chun gently patting Diqian's hand and calling out in a gentle voice, "Wife..."
Di Yan was stunned, and the murderous intent in her heart immediately dissipated. She turned to look at Meng Chun beside her. When she saw the worry in his eyes, she felt very regretful and sorry.
"I'm sorry, Chun'er, I..."
"It's okay, my wife, you don't have to worry about what happened before. I will be fine as long as you are here."
Meng Chun's tone was gentle and his expression was serious, his eyes full of affirmation for Di Zha.
Emperor Qi then looked back at Patriarch Biluo and spoke calmly, "Grandpa, I was the one who killed her. She wanted to stop me from taking revenge on the Yuhuang clan, and she even wanted to attack Chun'er later, so I killed her."
Seeing that she was fine, Patriarch Biluo thought for a moment before saying, "Kill her if you will. Since it was their Saintess who was disrespectful first, we don't need to show mercy."
"However, the Xuanji Clan's Xuanji technique has always been able to predict the secrets of heaven. I'm afraid this matter won't be kept secret for long. We must first formulate a strategy."
Emperor Qian said indifferently: "Why bother worrying about this matter, Grandpa? They are just a group of defeated generals. Just kill them."