Shen Lang walked towards the wedding room step by step. Although he was drinking to make the cowards brave, he knew that he was facing a witch who was far stronger than him. What's more important is that he had already messed with that witch before.

Therefore, even after drinking a lot of wine, he was still a little bit courageous.

Gradually before walking to the door, Shen Lang habitually touched his back, because he was used to carrying a Park knife. The Park knife was with him for the longest time and could always bring him great courage at the most critical moment.

However, today is a happy day after all. He is no longer wearing a narrow-sleeved and action-oriented tight outfit, but a grand and festive red outfit. The Park knife behind him was also put away.

Shen Lang hesitated for a moment and wanted to take the Park sword out of the Qiankun ring. But thinking about it seriously, his strength is not as good as that woman, and drawing the sword before she meets her is too arrogant, I am afraid that the woman will take the initiative to do it directly.

Moreover, it would be too unreasonable to use the knife before entering the wedding room on a happy day.

So, he did not draw his sword and slowly pushed open the door of the wedding room.

Leng Yanji had heard footsteps for a long time, and the red veil on her head had already been lifted, so she would not really wait for Shen Lang to lift the veil like a little lady. At this moment, she was sitting in front of the bed, holding her hands in front of her chest, and her little face raised slightly. She looked at Shen Lang coming leisurely. Although she had never spoken, she had a strong and confident aura.

"Hehe." Shen Lang laughed dryly, stood at the door without going forward, and said in a timid tone: "I will say it first, I won't make a fuss with you on the day of the big happy. We will respect each other tonight, and no one will cause trouble for anyone."

Leng Yanji didn't say anything, but let out a soft hum from her nose, thinking to herself: Don't you make trouble with me? You still respect each other? Why didn't you say respect each other when you were bad before? You obviously felt so happy when you took advantage of it, why did you become timid at this time?

Shen Lang seemed to be able to guess what she was thinking, raised his hands and looked surrendering, and said innocently: "As for eating the full moon fruit, you can't blame me. The fruit is so small, you must kiss you. And if you are unwilling to take the initiative to bite the fruit open, I can only take the initiative to take the initiative to make more so that I can bite the fruit."

Speaking of this, Shen Lang paused for a moment, and the expression on his little face became even more aggrieved: "I want to end the embarrassing thing soon, but I didn't expect that I just went forward and got a little more. Your reaction was so big that I took a bite. I was already at a loss, would you still blame me now?"

"Ha..." Leng Yanji thought to herself, this guy is really shameless, he is still behaved when he takes advantage of it.

But she was too lazy to argue with Shen Lang on this matter, and smiled and patted the edge of the bed and said, "It's not your fault. I'm really wrong with this matter. Please ask my husband to go to the bed earlier to let me serve you well."

Leng Yanji's voice was very soft and nice. But Shen Lang's heart suddenly tightened.

Because he knew Leng Yanji's nature very well, and knew that in this case, if Leng Yanji got angry and scolded him, perhaps the little girl would be angry and the matter would be temporarily exposed.

But there was no one else at this moment, Leng Yanji called his husband with a gentle look, so she definitely didn't plan to let him go easily and settle the accounts with him.

Thinking of this, Shen Lang couldn't help but look outside the door, wanting to turn around and run away. But he has come and got married, so he will face this level sooner or later, and there is no reason to escape at this time.

The only thing that made him feel grateful was that he knew Leng Yanji would definitely not take his life. So he closed the door and walked towards the bed slowly, feeling nervous.

However, just as he walked to the bed, Leng Yanji's smile suddenly turned cold and she stood up from the bed.

Shen Lang, who was already extremely nervous, suddenly felt tight, and his rough steps became a little unstable. On this day, he was wearing a festive red robe, which was inconvenient for movement, so he was nervous, accidentally stepped on a corner of the hem of the robe, and his body suddenly lost balance. He yelled at Leng Yanji who was standing up.

The incident happened suddenly, and Shen Lang was so cowardly before. How could Leng Yanji expect Shen Lang to suddenly pounce?

So, before she could figure out what was going on, she was directly pressed on the bed by Shen Lang who rushed over. And, by chance, the big hands that she hated, she accidentally grabbed her barely holding her chest.

Perhaps it was because when people fell down, they were panicked and instinctively liked to hold on to something nearby, so Shen Lang's grip was really powerful...

The newly married man and woman fell on the bed at the same time, and a woman's scream came from the wedding room. Faced with this sudden situation, and the special part was treated so roughly without any preparation, I was afraid that no matter how calm and powerful a woman was, she could not control her emotions.

Hearing the panic scream, Shen Lang woke up from his dream. And he had been through many battles without having to see where the soft touch came from, and his heart was in a state of irritation.

When his eyes met, he saw a murderous intent like a substance in Leng Yanji's eyes. What's even more terrifying was that Shen Lang clearly felt that the demonic energy in Leng Yanji's body rolled violently, and perhaps he would slap him to death in the next moment.

At this moment, the first thing that came to his mind was: "It's over! Why am I so unlucky? Leng Yanji will definitely be crazy after doing this! She will definitely not be able to make any sense in taking action."

The second reaction was: "Try it! You must subdue her before she goes crazy!"

In a state of anxiety, Shen Lang used his new trick without hesitation. The Haoranian intention in his body instantly condensed into his fingertips. He took the initiative first and pointed the Haoran Yutian finger at Leng Yanji's collarbone.

The power of this move is not strong, and there is no real energy fluctuation, and it is not even as powerful as Shen Lang's punch in the past.

However, Shen Lang still chose to use this move to save himself, because the old demon said that as long as he learned the Haoran Heavenly Finger, he should be enough to protect himself in front of the saint. Therefore, in Shen Lang's opinion, this move should have some special effects, and perhaps it can just control the saint's magic skills.

After pointing out, an indescribable special aura surged into Leng Yanji's body along Shen Lang's fingertips. Shen Lang clearly felt that the surging demonic aura in Leng Yanji's body was immediately calmed down a lot, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

However, just when he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly noticed that the Haoran finger had only supported Leng Yanji's body for a moment, and then it turned into a slight wave like a mud cow entering the sea, and then disappeared.

"Damn! What's this? Why do you feel like you're tickling her?" Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was completely finished now! The old demon was too unreliable, and this move was useless at all.

In fact, this move cannot be said to be useless. Under the steady and peaceful Haoran's suggestion, Leng Yanji's originally out of control had inexplicably calmed down a lot. The spiritual platform was clear and the murderous intent in her eyes gradually faded away, leaving only some annoyance.

She was calmer and would not kill Shen Lang impulsively because she knew very well that this would cause unimaginable consequences. More importantly, killing Shen Lang was not her original intention.

But, what's going on now?

This bastard suddenly rushed over and pushed her down on the bed and took advantage of her. That guy actually dared to attack her? He really took the courage of Xiongxin!

Although the strange and righteous finger didn't hurt her at all, and even made her feel a little comfortable. That kind of neutral and peaceful fingering seemed to help people stabilize their minds, making her feel as if she had experienced a spiritual massage, and she was very relaxed.

But looking at that guy's fierce expression, it's not like he was kind-heartedly massaged himself? He must have wanted to do something with bad intentions...

"Hmph! Death crime can be avoided, and life crime cannot be escaped. If you don't kill him, just beat him half to death." Thinking of this in your heart, Leng Yanji raised her palm and slapped Shen Lang's back heart.

The sudden action suddenly scared Shen Lang. He didn't know the special use of Haoran's Yutian finger. He just looked at the fierce look at the little girl under him and felt that Leng Yanji must have wanted to kill him. He immediately scolded the unreliable old demon 30,000 times in his heart, and then he made a decision.

Since the old Demon Sect’s ultimate move is not easy to use, he has to use his own unique move! He has been tried and tested in bed, and has a special trick specifically for women...

It was quick to say it, and it was fast! Without waiting for Leng Yanji's palm to fall, Shen Lang leaned over and kissed the beauty beneath her. That look was quite determined to die even if she died.

Leng Yanji would never have thought that Shen Lang would do this. Moreover, Shen Lang was really skillful, which made her not know how to resist for a moment. The feeling that she had never experienced before made her feel like she had lost her soul in an instant, her mind was blank, and the demonic energy in her palm dissipated seven points at this time.

But when she woke up, she suddenly realized that her clothes were a little disheveled...

"This bastard!" Leng Yanji's mood had just calmed down, and was once again angry by Shen Lang's bold behavior. She forced her demonic energy to make the palm more powerful!

This time, she didn't plan to beat Shen Lang to death, but just planned to leave him a breath so that he could know that he was powerful and would never dare to be so bold again.

However, just as her palm was about to fall, a anxious shout suddenly came from outside the door.

"Saint! You must show mercy!"

Before the sound had fallen, the door was pushed open with a bang. The prophet high priest, purple blood Shura, silver moon Shura, and purple jing Shura and others were afraid that something would happen. They broke into the door together and almost burst the door frame.

After being touched like this, the force in Leng Yanji's palm naturally dissipated, and it fell gently on Shen Lang's back, not as if he was hitting him, but as if he was about to hug him tightly.

After a violent kiss, Shen Lang had just raised his head and looked at the door curiously. It seemed that because of the kiss for too long, he didn't know who was at the corner of his mouth or her saliva, as Shen Lang stood up, it actually pulled the long like a fishing line before breaking...

"Forehead..."

The high priest, Kuiwu Shura and others looked at the big red festive bed sheets embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, the untidy man and woman on the messy bed sheets, the saint with red cheeks and slightly panting, and the lipstick marks on Shen Lang's cheeks, the group of people were completely stupid and didn't know how to speak...
Chapter completed!