Chapter 267
The couple have been in bed together for some time.
But between the two, there had always been a thirty-eight line.
As long as Xu Muqing didn't let go, Li Hang would never probe his hand over.
The moment Li Hang lay down in, the bed obviously sank a little.
He was about to say good night to Xu Muqing as he usually did.
Suddenly, two delicate and soft hands reached over and wrapped themselves around Li Hang's neck.
For a moment, the warm fragrance filled his arms.
"Qing Qing?" Li Hang froze for a moment.
In the darkness, Xu Muqing seemed to have made a major decision.
Exhaling the fragrance of orchids, "Don't talk, kiss me."
Two petals of watery lips pressed up hesitantly, yet firmly.
A kiss.
In the darkness of the room.
Nostrils rolled, breaths puffed out like orchids.
The soft bedding that became water.
The two shadows in the water became fish.
Overlapping, joyful.
Floating and sinking, languidly swinging.
There is wind.
Like a playful child, hiding behind the curtains.
Every now and then the curtains are lifted mischievously.
The moon is frosty.
Against the white moonlight are two faces taped together.
Youthful, shy, red.
Mature, steady.
"Are you ready?" Li Hang embraced the person in his arms.
"Yes."
Between the lowered brows, it was decisive and brave.
Her person, her heart, had been his long ago.
His head lowered, her hands tightened around it.
Two fish, tumbling, entwined.
Tonight, destined to be sleepless.
And listen to the wind.
The sound of the wind, interspersed with the rustling of the leaves outside the window.
The sound of the wind is like waves as the curtains drift.
There is also a faint chanting.
They rise and fall, calling and belching.
The sound, gradually lilting and joyful.
The sound, continuous and undulating, wanders.
Hill after hill.
Wave after wave.
The moon, shy, is obscured by annoying clouds.
The wind also stops.
Only the person in the room is still whispering, forgetting to sing.
The sound, in the softness of the voice, in the softness of the voice.
With a soft sob, but also with a sound of joy.
......
Gusu City, the Wu family mansion.
Wu Zhengde has the habit of waking up early to play Taijiquan.
At this moment, he is moving skillfully in his own garden, breathing in the fresh air.
As his hands and feet rose and fell, breathing in and out, the housekeeper hurriedly ran over.
"Master, someone from the East China Sea, has sent a wooden box, saying it is something very important."
Wu Zhengde's brow frowned slightly.
When he came to the living room in person, his eldest son, Wu Wenchang, was already standing there.
Wu Wenchang turned to Wu Zhengde and said, "Dad, this box is a bit heavy, I wonder what it contains?"
Chapter 268
Wu Zhengde sneered, "A small place like Donghai, what good things can be sent over?"
Wu Wenchang thought about it and said, "Do you think it could be that person called Li Hang who knows about our Wu family's power and now wants to curry favour with our family?"
"This possibility is not out of the question, you should open it first and take a look."
The box opened.
It was silly.
Both Wu Wenchang and Wu Zhengde were dumbfounded.
It actually contained a dozen urns!
At the very top of the urn was also a card.
On the card were a few large blood-red letters.
Those who enter the East Sea, die!
Wu Wenchang and Wu Zhengde looked at each other, both father and son didn't know what was going on?
At this time, Wu Zhengde's mobile phone rang.
It was his father, Wu Zhirong, calling.
On the phone, Wu Zhirong acted like a strict father and spoke in a preachy tone, saying a bunch of big words of wisdom.
At the end, he added: "You, as a father, should also understand more considerately towards your young son and not be so strict with him."
"He has also been playing in Donghai all day, it's time for you to call him to come back."
The moment he heard these words from Wu Zhirong, Wu Zhengde's face changed drastically.
He hurriedly asked, "Father, when did Wen Tao go to Donghai?"
"What kind of an old man are you? You don't even know that your own son went to the East China Sea?"
"What status are you in nowadays, you are now the head of the first family in Gusu."
"As the head of the family, how can you do things in such a cowering manner?"
"A small East China Sea, a son-in-law who is not on the stage, has scared you so much that you don't even have the guts to speak up for your own son?"
"As your father, I feel ashamed for you!"
Wu Zhirong spoke a great deal there, while Wu Zhengde was a pale face.
At this time, he said in a trembling voice, "Father, tell me quickly, just how many people did you send to follow Wen Tao to the East China Sea?"
Wu Zhirong said proudly, "Including Wu Shan, the Dharma Protection Team went with a total of 13 people."
"This is the strongest line-up of our Wu family."
"Once they arrive at the East Sea, they will definitely turn that tiny East Sea, upside down."
"It will also let the people of this small, remote city feel the verve of our tantalising Wu Clan!"
At these words, Wu Zhengde immediately threw his mobile phone to Wu Wenchang who was beside him.
He stretched out his fingers and trembled as he counted over the urns in the box, one by one.
"One, two ...... thirteen, fourteen!"
When Wu Zhengde held up an urn, his entire body fell to the ground.
Wu Wentao!
He was under the protection of the Wu Clan's Dharma Protection Team and Wu Shan, but he was dead!
His son, gone!
On the phone, Wu Zhirong kept asking.
Wu Wenchang trembled as he picked up his phone, "Grandpa, you should first try to contact Wu Shan to see if he is still at ......"
Ten minutes later.
The whole city of Gusu City was on alert.
All the elites of the Wu Clan gathered at the old mansion.
The atmosphere was gloomy!
A large group of people, all with horrified faces and pale faces stared at the 14 urns placed on the shelves.
On top of each urn, the names had been [笔趣岛 www.biqudao.info] affixed.
Wu Shan's name was clearly visible.
Wu Shan, the number one expert of the Wu Clan's Dharma Protection Team, was also the personal bodyguard of the clan chief, Wu Zhirong.
Even he had died, so it was clear that things had reached a very critical juncture!
Those who came in at the back were unaware of what had happened.
When they saw the elders of the family, they all looked like enemies.
They all thought that it was the great clans from the north or the south that had come to kill them.
But soon, the Wu Clan patriarch, Wu Zhirong, stood up.
At this moment, he was in tears and his eyes were red.
His originally crane-haired face now looked instantly aged by more than ten years.
Rage!