Princess Qingcheng's bedroom
"The grass grows long and the orioles fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back early from school and took advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.”
Standing in front of a huge watercolor painting, Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but mutter softly. It was a realistic freehand drawing of a child flying a kite.
"The innocence of childhood is so enviable and jealous. The mischievous children's laughter and laughter are endless. They chase each other like happy swallows, and their faces are as red as ripe apples.
The flying of the kite disturbed the cheerful atmosphere. The children kept running around with the flying of the kite, and the cheerful song resounded in all directions. The little guys had beautiful postures, and their movements were cheerful and light. They stretched their arms like eagles hovering and soaring. What a carefree age."
I want to have a child with King Mara. I want to have a little Mara.
"Only a woman who loves someone will think of giving birth to a child. If you love him, give birth to little Mo Luo for him.”。the princess muttered to herself.
That night, after taking a shower, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her beautiful and enchanting self.
" Your Majesty Godking, come quickly."
Before she could finish her sentence, a familiar aura approached her. Mara Dugu hugged her from behind, and a warm and powerful feeling spread throughout her body.
Ye Qingcheng felt extremely safe and blissful. The Godly King was still considerate and gentle.
" Godly King, I want to give birth to your children. Many, many children. It would be best if we could have a football team." The princess started to provoke him, her tone was like an orchid, and her face was full of shyness.
" I can't give birth yet, Your Highness. Your current realm is too low, and you're still a high-level Martial Warrior. My realm is too high, so it's very difficult for me to get pregnant. There's almost no chance of getting pregnant. Moreover, even if I get pregnant, my child might be at the early stages of the Grotto-Heaven realm once she's pregnant. She'll also need a huge amount of energy to absorb. With your current cultivation, it's not enough."
" Really? You can't get pregnant? Does that mean our bodies can be more honest with each other in the future?" It didn't matter if she couldn't have a child. Since she couldn't get pregnant now, she could enjoy the Godly King's caress even more unscrupulously. The reckless princess began to lead God Mara's hands to her own place.
The King of Mara looked at Ye Qingcheng in the mirror. Touching Ye Qingcheng's Three Thousand Threads of Worry, he felt a seductive aura.
"You're not allowed to look, Lord Divine King. Don't you know that you can't look at the neck?
Who made the rules? This god must tear him into pieces!"
" It's the editor's rule. The editor is an invincible BOSS. Husband, he controls the life and death of this space. You can't beat him either."
"Alright, then I'll draw and write down the beautiful you now so that you can slowly appreciate it yourself."
" You can't write anything below the neck. Husband, otherwise, this princess will lock you up in a small secret room for a few days."
But you can do it on the neck, Hubby." The noble princess began to guide him patiently. She opened her mischievous mouth and stuck her tongue into Mara Dugu's big ear.
A burst of extreme pleasure came. The King of Mara carried Ye Qingcheng and walked towards the small secret room. His thick mouth moved around the princess 'body. With a flip, the King of Mara began to attack the city.
He finally understood what " the neck can be done " meant.
At this moment, the princess had taken the initiative to launch a counterattack. She stretched out her mischievous little mouth and ate the Mara King's throne piece by piece.
The supreme and invincible God Mo Luo could only give up all resistance. Cities were captured one by one, and inch by inch of land was plundered. In the endless "pain", he obtained happiness that surpassed eternal life.
" Dying under a peony flower, even a ghost is romantic." With such a loving wife, this life was enough, why should he live forever? King level leader Mara muttered to himself.
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