【Lotus Cake】After the wife secretly gave birth to a child

Chapter 5

Ao Bing hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to go to the appointment, but recently his body has been very weak, he has gone through a estrus period, suppressed his nature for so many years, and was pregnant with a cub again, after all, he is a bit too sensitive.

But he has practiced for this for a longer period of time, and his body is as cold as ice, so he should not lose his mind.

At night, this sea area seems to have fallen a large gemstone, and the fluorescent filaments are lingering. Sea monsters and fairies often have private meetings here.

But today, there was not a single monster in a radius of ten miles, and they all hid in the sea trembling with fright, because of the black-eyed demon boy lying on the reef.

The Dragon King Prince, whose face was covered by a hood, went ashore, knowing that even if Nezha became a god, it would be difficult to change his domineering and hostile habits.

Ao Bing couldn't help sighing softly, flicking his wide sleeves, walked a few steps and saw a little boy sitting on the rock with his arms outstretched, the fiery red Huntian silk dancing with the wind.

The devil boy's eyes were dark, and he looked very hostile, and looked at him with his legs crossed expressionlessly.

The boy's expression was a little downcast again, and Huntian Ling was hanging in his hair, very stubborn.

Ao Bing was stunned, and after thinking for a while, he felt a little guilty.

He squatted down on one knee and looked up at the dragon's horn: "Nezha, that day was me..."

Nezha suddenly bit the reed pole, turned over and sat up: "You didn't do anything wrong to my young master, I have to suffer on my own."

The devil boy turned over to face the other side, crossed his legs and looked at the sea expressionlessly.

Ao Bing was soft-hearted, opened his eyes slightly, curled up his palms, and finally stretched out his wide sleeves to gently brush the dust off his shoulders for Nezha.

They had never been this close since their reunion.

Nezha turned his back to Ao Bing, his eyes narrowed slowly.

The black-haired boy stubbornly refused to turn around, and the hair-tied Hun Tianling tossed him, accusing him bitterly: "Young master blows the conch, you don't want to meet me again, how can you not be born, you are deceiving people too much! "

Just like Ne Zha, whom I first met when I was young, he is withdrawn and sensitive, and needs to be comforted.

Still the same.

Ao Bing's heart moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes and said gently: "Nezha, I still treat you as my only friend, and I just treat you in another way."

The cubs are always growing up, and Ao Bing doesn't want to give her daughter too much hope and disappointment.

Ao Bing sat beside the boy, restrained his vigilance slightly, and reached out to stroke the top of the boy's hair.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Nezha had a comfortable aura about him. When he got close to him and bonded with him, even though he was ashamed and shy inside, Ao Bing was comfortable like never before.

It seems that the last time I was in heat, it was the same.

No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, when I touched the breath of the magic pill, even my soul couldn't help trembling, and my mind was a mess.

Only the body still reacts instinctively, entwining around the lean body of the adult Nezha like dying vines.

Perhaps it is because of the same origin of their natures, the spirit beads and the magic pills have never been separated.

But they all have souls when they come to this world. If they let their nature do whatever they want, how is it different from the former Hunyuan Pearl?

——The Dragon Clan is still in a difficult situation, being suppressed by the suspicion of the Heavenly Emperor. If he is too close to Nezha, it will always be a hidden danger.

However, as the prince of the Dragon Clan, he had to walk down that road, but he must not be reckless in fighting for the front.

Ao Bing relieved again.

It might as well be that devil boy raised his legs, squinted his eyes, and smiled, showing his teeth: "Since we are best friends, you might as well prove it to me."

Ao Bing said helplessly, "How are you doing?"

The gold-stirred Huntian Ling meandered around behind him, silently encircling his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were full of rich red.

Ao Bing pursed his pale lips, stepped back a little hastily, and stroked the back of his neck as if being comforted by silk.

The devil boy's voice was slightly hoarse and crisp: "Touch, what is this?"

Ao Bing was blindfolded, feeling the rough snail body with his fingers, and finally said after hesitation: "I gave you the conch, which is rare in the world."

Dragons are only given to those who matter the most.

The devil boy said casually again: "Well, what about this."

The night is quiet and peaceful, and the singing of cicadas is intertwined like a song.

Ao Bing paused, and couldn't help smiling: "It was the shuttlecock we played when we first met. We played till dusk, and I... had a great time."

He has never played so purely before, thinking of the short time, he actually slacked off in his heart.

The fingertips are soft, like a piece of torn fabric.

Ao Bing thought for a long time this time, and said, "This is an invitation for your birthday party..."

He frowned in confusion, when did this invitation come back to Nezha?

Suddenly, the low and hoarse voice of a mature man chuckled in his ear.

Ao Bing's blindfolded eyes widened, his wide sleeves flicked up, his feet were covered with sharp ice, he floated back decisively, but his wrist was firmly shackled.

The true fire of Samadhi met Xuanbing, and it melted into a misty white mist. Ao Bing's palm was pressed against his solid chest muscles. Nezha followed his lead and said dumbly, "What about this one?"

Ao Bing withdrew his hand suddenly, but was pinched by Bingbai's neck with one hand, and slowly rubbed it unquestionably.

Blindfolded by Huntian Ling, he felt that someone was kissing him like a morbid obsession, the lips and tongue were entwined and moved forcefully, and the light-colored lips became bright red.

The brothers who lived and died together in front of him seemed to want to devour him.

As soon as Ao Bing struggled, Nezha's bloodshot eyes, black sharp nails pinched his jaw, and he gritted his teeth hard: "In the past ten years, do you know how much I miss you? Huh?"

Ao Bing looked away in embarrassment, and said softly, "Nezha, we can't..."

Nezha's eyes were dark and reckless, and his hot breath was in his ears: "I dreamed of you kicking shuttlecock with me at night, and my crotch was so hard that it hurt, but when I thought of your unfeeling words, I held my breath."

The prince of the dragon clan struggled a few times, his back was so painfully worn, his wide sleeves were wrinkled, his whole body was burned and melted, his slender waist was strangled by Huntian Ling especially suffered, the man's tiny fingers were still scratched Sensitive dragon horn.

A strong sense of frustration came to his mind, he didn't expect his body to be so useless, faintly filled with water.

The fiery red Huntian silk faded away as if alive, revealing the moist eyes underneath.

Ao Bingbing's icy white face was a little strange, and there was a thin red in pain.

Nezha couldn't help but pause, squinting his eyes thoughtfully, and said strangely: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Ao Bing's dragon tail fell out.

He turned back with flushed cheeks, staring blankly at his tail.

Ao Bing turned his head to look at Nezha, his eyes were full of pure and innocent mist, he twisted his waist and refused.

They looked at each other in silence.

After a pause, Nezha caressed his neck with his dark sharp armor, tilted his head and smiled in Ao Bing's ear, and said hoarsely: "Be good, it will make you very comfortable, trust me, huh?"

The slippery tail hesitated, and finally entangled Nezha's abdominal muscles.

……

Ao Bing returned to the Dragon Palace in the intervening day, his body was full of wildness and soreness after the incident, he closed his eyes and let the sea water blow away his long silver-blue hair.

He wiped his body in the deep pool of the sea, originally he was in a fairy body, and there was no place to hide dirt on his body, but the feeling of Nezha in his body was still there, and he felt that he was lewd and dirty.

In the end, Nezha made him addicted... Ao Bing couldn't even tell who was more slutty.

Ao Bing let out a breath, pretended nothing happened, and returned to the Dragon Palace, only to see the dragon cub swimming up with his fat tail, aggrieved and clinging to his father.

The cub didn't nurse, and woke up several times in the night from hunger, but Dad didn't wake up as usual.

She didn't tuck her in, didn't feed her deer milk, didn't teach her to play with her tail, and didn't gently coax her to sleep.

The dragon cub shook his beard, whining and gululu told him many anecdotes that happened during this month.

Ao Bing was exhausted and listened quietly, his mind was full of Nezha.

The burning sensation left by the best friend in it still persists, and for a moment, the father in the daughter's words is in my mind.

Nezha was originally a child in Ao Bing's heart, no matter how mature he is, how cold and unruly his temperament is, how familiar he is with a fire-pointed gun, and how he can be beaten to death in the bed, can't get away from Chen Tangguan The shadow of a lonely and sensitive child.

But the father in the daughter's mouth is like a deep and vast sea, retaining the hostility and youthfulness, and suddenly becomes deep and charming.

Ao Bing's face was calm, but he whispered softly: "I'm asleep, I will see you again in a few days."

The dragon girl was a little disappointed, and acted coquettishly with her chubby hands, eating deep sea pearls in her mouth, and said vaguely, "Abba doesn't live with Afu? I see that's the case with other people's furniture."

Ao Bing couldn't bear it, but said seriously: "Although we gave birth to you, we are not husband and wife."

Dragon Girl swallowed the broken pearls, blinked her eyes, and pouted, "What's the relationship?"

Ao Bing felt that his body was being kissed, and the place where he was touched was burning badly. He frowned and said coldly: "We are close friends."

With tears in her eyes, the dragon girl retreated into the pool angrily, flicked her scorched tail in the water, and spit out a string of bubbles.

......

However, since Ao Bing was resurrected, his soul returned to the gods, and he was reborn as a fairy queen, the dragon clan was also able to get rid of the old diseases, and a thousand wastes were waiting for prosperity.

Tianting's attitude towards the Dragon Race is very intriguing. While seeing the face of the ancient Lingzhu, it no longer blindly suppresses and ignores it.

Ao Bing once used Wanlongjia to resist the catastrophe for his best friend, and now he is willing to use his life's divine power to offset it, to live in the deep sea instead of the dragon clan, to suppress monsters, and to restore the freedom and purity of the same clan.

But on the other hand, the Heavenly Emperor tried his best to suppress them. The Dragon Clan teenagers wanted to participate in the Conferring of Gods, but the test was more difficult than the God Clan.

The old prejudice still persists. The birth of immortals from the Yao clan does not mean that a dragon will ascend to heaven. Therefore, the dragon clan treats the cubs very strictly, and strives to breed more intelligent dragons.

Even so, the current situation is still worrying.

Ordinary protoss want to make contributions, but they just issue a military order to go to the battlefield, or rely on their ancestors to get a title.

The dragon clan needs to be tested and approved by at least eight gods with the cultivation base of golden immortals. If not, they will be the little immortals of Sihai for the rest of their lives, and they will not even be allowed to enter the gate of heaven.

Nowadays, in the Pantao Feast, there are many people who take the juniors of the Dragon Clan to challenge the gods for fun. It is not different from setting up a stage to watch the Huangmei Opera in the human world. No one expects the Dragon Clan to sing a song that will last forever.

No matter how high the fighting spirit is, the morale of the Dragon Clan has been low for many years. Several branches of the Dragon Clan even surrendered themselves, thanked their immortal bodies, and would rather return to being monsters without being frustrated.

But the result was horrific.

When they become monsters, Heavenly Court doesn't even need to take action, as its own gods will strangle them.

Ao Bing still remembers the tragic and distorted death of his fellow clansmen.

This year is a grand feast, and the children of the Dragon Clan seem to be depressed year after year, cutting their flesh with blunt knives.

Ao Bing closed his eyes, raised his head in the abyss of the sea, and looked at the faint halo coming from the sea surface.

Nezha's Flying Fish Chuanxin leaped into the bottom of the sea, and white steam spewed out with a gentle arc, and the sound transmission from above was low and hoarse, coaxing him.

What Meng Lang said can be said, there have been several letters in the past few days, and the little demons of the Dragon Palace are not surprised.

No matter how majestic and indifferent Prince Nezha is, he is still just a young man. Once he is full of food, he can say anything to coax others.

I don't want Ao Bing to want his life for what?

The cold and white face of Prince Longgong calmed down, the shame on his cheeks faded slightly, and the ice crystals on his fingertips condensed, breaking the paper into pieces and vanishing into nothingness with the waves of the sea.

He flicked his wide sleeves in a flash, the sea was turbulent, and in the blink of an eye, there was a pair of ice-blue double hammers in his hands. He made up his mind, and the mark on his forehead shone brightly.

Soon, the Dragon King appeared from behind him, sighing with his hands behind his back, a little tired: "Compared to being imprisoned at the bottom of the sea, the life of the Dragon Clan is much better now. The sky has its own destiny, so there is no need to go against the sky."

Compared with the whole clan being treated like this, the more the Dragon King struggles, the more the man sitting on the throne will tolerate the dragon clan.

Not to mention that the Dragon Clan doesn't have to be imprisoned at least now, so benefiting from millennia of domestication and oppression, they dare not go any further.

Ao Bing raised his blue eyes, and said calmly and docilely: "Father knows that if you sail against the current, you will retreat. Compromise or not, heaven will not tolerate us."

If fate is unfair, fight it to the end.

This is what Nezha taught him.

The Dragon King looked at his son and just smiled.

He smiled, waved his hands, and sighed, "Go."

He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice: "Long Er...your body."

Ao Bing has been in estrus for the past few months, so it's fine if he doesn't meet the magic pill, but once he gets closer and gets entangled with his body, it's like ice meeting fire and turning into a pool of warm water, I'm afraid he will lose his identity and face.

Not to mention serious face-to-face, Xuan Bing face-to-face with real fire, Nezha's dead souls and dead bones don't know how to deal with it.

He sits on the pile of bones and opens up a road in the sea of ​​blood, what a youthful spirit he is.

However, his dragon son has been kept in the deep sea for many years, and he can use spells to strengthen iron chains to suppress monsters, but he has little experience in beheading enemies, so he may not be able to fight against Nezha.

Ao Bing's eyes moved slightly, and he lowered his dragon horn and said meekly: "If it is not a last resort, the child will not confront him."

The Dragon King said: "The dragon clan is struggling, and the close relationship with the God of War in the Heavenly Court may cause that person's suspicion. My son must take care of the overall situation."

Ao Bing pursed his lips, brushed his palm unconsciously across his stomach, and said, "Here."

But the Dragon King didn't know about the intense sex incident at the seaside of Chentangguan that night.

If he knew that his most beloved son was pressed and beaten twice by the same person, he might be angry.

Ao Bing himself was too ashamed to say it, he just pretended to forget it.

......

A feast of flat peaches, celestial music lingers in the white mist, celestial shrubs pass by holding a treasure plate, and the fragrant wind bursts of laughter are as crisp as pearls and jade.

A goddess in neon clothes came up from the clouds, giggling and said: "Has the dragon family ever come yet? The flat peach feast can be without peaches, but the dragon family is indispensable."

What Fairy Jiangyun said is on point, who doesn't like to see the dragon clan make a fool of themselves?

Even the inferior Xiaoxian is better than the one from the monster clan.

Naturally, Ao Bing was an exception.

The reincarnation of the ancient Lingzhu is more immortal than anyone else, but he guards the deep sea and hardly shows up in front of others.

It is rumored that the third prince of the East China Sea was beautiful and weak, but no one knew that the coldness in his sleeves could make thousands of miles frozen and snow drift.

All the gossip about him can be said to be gossip. Compared with the distant rumors of the reincarnation of the Lingzhu, and the strength and gentle appearance that are rarely shown, the romantic affair with a close friend is more interesting.

The old fairy with red hair and angry eyes stroked his beard and said bluntly: "Dragon's nature is inherently obscene. In ancient times, all races were harmed by desire. It is not surprising that this happened now. I don't need to figure out the cause and effect."

The female fairy secretly looked at Prince Nezha who was drinking first on the cloud.

When he's not smiling, he always looks evil and unruly, he doesn't look like a fairy at all, his eyebrows are naturally raised, and he is indifferent and arrogant.

He is like a bundle of wind, no one can hold it back, and it is difficult to make him willing to be the best minister.

Women are most pleased with such a man.

She couldn't help her cheeks flushed, and whispered: "They have never engaged in marriage, and the dragon clan is originally a monster, so naturally it doesn't matter."

Before he could finish speaking, he stared at the wine vessel in front of him and ignited the true fire of samadhi, accompanied by screaming in horror, the table of delicacies in front of him blinked and turned to ashes.

Only the smell of scorching wine diffuses.

Nezha looked down at them from above the clouds, the gods also talked about their status, the fairy seat was too far away, no one could see his expression clearly.

No one dared to take a seat around, I was afraid that he would be upset and set himself on fire.

Nezha seemed to be planning to listen to them quietly, took a sip of the fairy wine, his hoarse voice fell from the sky, and he smiled lazily: "Why don't you say anything?"

Everyone looked at the burnt powder all over the floor, thinking of the rumors with different explanations, they were startled and as quiet as a chicken.

There are not many people who dare to provoke Nezha, not only because of his supernatural power, he is a talented general in the heavenly court, and the iron blood is quenched by the flames of war, but also because he is crazy and desperate to die.

No matter how much I fear him, and I can't get used to him, I don't dare to say much now.

......

But in a short while, the visitors from the Dragon Palace arrived on the clouds as the chimes sounded.

In previous years, there were more than a dozen challengers from the dragon family, but now there are fewer and fewer dragons every year.

Only this year is different, even the beauty from the Dragon Palace who is rumored to have had an affair with Prince Nezha and has been entangled has come.

Ao Bing was wearing a dense cloak, and there was an ice-blue mark between his eyebrows, which made people look at him with clouds and mist, and couldn't tell his true face.

There were a few fairies who had no prejudice at all, and their eyes were straight.

Gein, the prince of the East China Sea is really more immortal than a god, he came from afar from the clouds, his temperament is cold, his waist is slender, his behavior is gentle and dignified.

But those who have old enemies are already eagerly waiting to see the embarrassment of the Dragon Clan.

Today came six or seven young dragons, with different appearances and dresses, all of them are descendants of nobles from the Dragon Palace of the World.

Ao Bing stood on the cloud, carefully holding his own fat baby in his arms.

The cub Baozi has a white and tender face, with red and blue lotus marks on his forehead, twists and turns on his buttocks, and hugs his father's neck and whimpers.

The dragon cub turned his head to face Nezha, his eyes sparkled, his baby teeth bared, and he almost slapped his fat tail at his father.

On the other hand, Nezha has no expression, very indifferent, it seems that the cub is not his species, and the dragon clan has nothing to do with him.

Everyone is whispering.

The little milk boy was very wronged, half of his chubby tail fell off, tears filled his eyes, and he ran to Li Tianwang's seat to eat peaches.

Li Jing shook his head, he didn't agree with Nezha's bad temper, but he also knew that his son had matured a lot, and there must be a deeper reason for his hostility today.

In the midst of the flat peach feast, the dragon clan first raised the matter of challenging the gods.

Led by Ao Bing, he pulled out the dragon scales and made an oath, golden blood gushed down, revealing pale and bloodless skin.

Above the fairy ring, the sea of ​​anger surged.

Lei Zhenzi is Nezha's close friend on the battlefield of Conferring the Gods, knowing that Nezha has a white moonlight in his heart, he has lived and died several times, crawled out from the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and is obsessed with that person.

Seeing Ao Bing today, I realized that he is desolate and unconventional. Although he can't bear to treat those who stand in his way, he is decisive.

So ignorant of human fireworks, she is willing to give birth to Nezha.

Lei Zhenzi's face is weird, doesn't that just mean that the ambiguity between the two of them is definitely not just Nezha's obsession?

He settled down, flapped his wings, looked solemn, somersaulted in the air and dived swiftly.

Lei Zhenzi thought that the beauty of the Dragon Palace would be gentler to Nezha's friends, and besides, Ao Bing looked thin and pale, so he didn't seem like he could beat him.

——Unexpectedly, the couple is more violent than the other.

Ao Bing's eyes were clear, and his wide sleeves fluttered and he threw the ice-blue double hammers, knocking Lei Zhenzi down from the sky above the clouds, freezing him into a stiff iceman.A sister-in-law was heard in the mouth, but I wanted to scream but failed.

Only the third prince of the East China Sea came out of the Dragon Clan, but now they have crushed several prominent and powerful Conferred Gods.

Ao Bing took care of the double hammers carefully, looked around, but only avoided Nezha's eyes, bowed his head and smiled gently in the direction of the dragon cub and Li Jing.

Although covering most of his face, his eyes are slightly lowered, clear and serious.

Not long after, Prince Mu Zha came to challenge him, Li Luofei flew on the fairy ring, cupped his hands far away, and said with his hands on his hips: "Although I haven't seen you, I know that you are pregnant with a child for Nezha, it's inappropriate to be so stalemate now!"

"If you moved to the Heavenly Court, the Li family would be in charge of the heavenly soldiers and generals, and there would be gods to suppress monsters for you. It would only be a gift to the Dragon Clan..."

All the gods were surprised: "..."

Taibai Jinxing next to Nezha stroked his white beard, raised his head to drink from the bronze wine bottle, and whispered with a smile: "It's a good way! Then you two will be at ease. If you have a few more children, you will live a long life." For thousands of years, what does the third prince think if he can accompany you to entertain your grandchildren?"

Nezha had no tone, and calmly asked: "He won't. Who is this humiliating?"

Taibai laughed out loud.

This room, Ao Bing, stood on top of the clouds, his cloak trembling from the blowing, and he bowed down and refused gently: "The second prince's kindness is appreciated, but the Dragon Clan never lacks capable people."

What they lack, only they can earn.

Mu Zha met Shang Ao Bing's eyes, but he didn't see any anger or resentment in them, only tranquility and persistence.

Mu Zha held a thick iron rod, hung it above the high platform, and shouted loudly: "Since this is the case, Mu Zha can only be rude to his sister-in-law!"

Ignoring the immortals below, there was another uproar.

What's more, Old Immortal Baihu didn't know the gossip until the news was late, and leaning on a cane, he yelled at the Li family for being extravagant, immoral, liking men, and men of the monster clan, and even frank and frank with the monster clan!

The old man rolled his eyes and passed out, causing a commotion.

Mu Zha stood on the top of the cloud, his thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he was also determined.

Ao Bing's visit this time was straight-forward, which greatly boosted the morale of the Dragon Clan.

As the leader of the young generation of the Dragon Clan, Prince Donghai should slap back those clansmen who have been made things difficult, so as not to make the gods in heaven look down on Donghai.

Mu Zha had a lot of contempt in his heart.

Slapping Tianting in the face, this is just a gnat shaking a tree, my sister-in-law can't last long, why don't I settle this matter myself, so as not to suffer at the hands of others.

Neither of them said anything to him, the ice blue and dark green divine power converged in the air, the strong wind was howling, and the weapons collided with loud and coherent crisp sounds.

Ao Bing's wrists were thin and cold, but he swung the huge and heavy hammers. Others looked at him and felt sorry for him, but the strength of his swing was no less than that of Mu Zha, and he even faintly pushed Mu Zha until his elbows trembled.

However, Mu Zha is not an incompetent person, and the two gods are stuck together, only an afterimage remains.

After all, Mu Zha is no stronger than Nezha, but a mortal body who cultivated to become a fairy.

But in a moment, the ice beauty's sister-in-law hammered it back from Yuntou, like a meteor wagging its tail and crossing the sky at high speed, and fell into the distant mountains with a loud bang.

Frost-like mist rose from the large expanse of emerald green trees.

Xiaoxian Tayun, who was carrying a whisk to check, couldn't help but screamed shrillly, "Prince Muzha passed out, he was covered in ice balls—"

Ao Bing's black ice is extraordinary, it hurts ten thousand times more than burning fire, it's because he didn't keep his hand, at least he got seriously injured.

Ao Bing lowered his eyes, listening to the tens of thousands of people pointing at the audience, without moving his face, but his eyes were filled with hesitation and gentle melancholy, and he slowly clenched his hands under the wide sleeves.

He slowly raised his head, not surprised in his heart.

Nezha stood up slowly from the towering Xiantai, surrounded by golden flames, the blood-red Huntian silk soared with the wind, and the hot wheels scorched sparks flying everywhere.

He was in front of Ao Bing in an instant, but he didn't say a word.

Most of them are aware of the relationship between them. The cubs are so big that they can suckle and talk, and their parents even fight in public.It's an anecdote through the ages.

If so, all the gods hold their breath and concentrate.

The dragon cub was so frightened by his father and father that he choked and sobbed, his tail curled up into a ball, and he was surrounded by Li Jing in a daze, and he was carried out of the Yaochi to watch the fairy pigeons and sparrows.

They were very close, staring at each other through the eerie thin air.

Nezha stared at Ao Bing, and the golden-red Huntian Ribbon flew wildly, cupped his hands and said indifferently: "Nezha came to ask for advice."