Volume 1: Turbulence on Earth Chapter 10: Everything Has Me

  Murong Wanqiu regretted it, regretting that he had underestimated his own charm. As soon as the words "impolite" came out, the people who were already eager to move became like crazy after eating **.

  "Beat him to death."

  "I'd rather die than do this."

  "Kill this little white face."

  All sorts of slogans rose up, who still remembered that she was originally the leader of one of the four major gangs in school, Mu Rong Gang, who still remembered that she was someone even the three most arrogant princes in school didn't dare to offend. The boys went crazy and rushed towards Ouyang Qiuyu.

  Murong Wanqiu looked at the hundreds of people with red eyes, rushing over like madmen, and was so frightened that her face turned pale. She hastily hugged Ouyang Qiuyu and trembled, saying: "Bad...bad guys, they're coming! What to do?" Looking at her tense appearance, she had forgotten that these were originally the people she had invited over.

  Ouyang Jiayu looked at his treasured wife with a mixture of laughter and tears, thinking that even if hundreds or thousands of people rushed over, what was there to fear? But his own wife had quite impressive martial arts skills, so why was she still so scared? Moreover, the crowd wasn't rushing towards her, but towards him instead. Was she worried about him? Hmm, it must be that.

  Ouyang Jiayu happily let Murong Wanqiu hold him, such an opportunity would be foolish not to take advantage of, his hands also tightly hugged Murong Wanqiu back, and comforted with a sly smile: "Don't be afraid, dear wife, everything is fine with me here."

  Murong Wanqiu saw that hundreds of people were about to rush in front of her, and only then did she remember that her Liu Yang divine skill had already reached the sixth level. Her face turned red with embarrassment - how could she have forgotten that she had martial arts skills at this critical moment? It was all because these people looked too frightening. Looking at those crazy guys again and then looking at Ouyang Qiuyu, she secretly let out a sigh of relief - after all, her husband was more handsome.

  In his heart, he thought of the Ouyang family's Xue Yang Shen Gong, which was not inferior to his own Liu Yang Shen Gong. Looking at this scoundrel's calm and composed appearance, his martial arts skills shouldn't be bad either. He lowered his head again and saw the two people embracing warmly, quickly releasing his hands from around Ouyang Jiu Yu and said with a blush: "Jiu Yu, they've arrived, why haven't you let go of me?"

  Ouyang Jiaoyu wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away, and with a tightening of his hands, the two bodies perfectly merged together. He felt that chest, which was enough to drive countless men crazy, and Ouyang Jiaoyu's eyes flashed with a satisfied smile as he warmly said: "Good wife, hold me tight, or I won't be able to beat them up." After finishing speaking, he turned around while hugging Murong Wanqiu, and with one kick, sent the person walking in front flying. Of course, it was just a clever use of force, so the person who fell didn't feel much pain. After all, they were only running because of their wife's single sentence "non-ritual", and they couldn't be beaten too badly.

  Murong Wanqiu's eyes looked at the struggle that couldn't be escaped, so she had to accept her fate and hugged Ouyang Qiuyu. Everything that followed stunned her, never expecting that martial arts could be played like this.

  Only to see Ouyang Qiu Yu embracing Murong Wanqiu, turning left and right, advancing and retreating like a dance, while Ouyang Qiu Yu's feet were either raised or kicked, one foot at a time. Anyone who was touched by Ouyang Qiu Yu's feet was knocked out.

  After a moment, none of the hundreds of people dared to rush up again. Not even one person could touch Ou Yang's clothes, let alone dare to go up again. Although Ou Yang spared their lives and no one was injured, it still hurt. The first time they were kicked down, they didn't even feel pain, but if they went up again and fell down, they would be in agony. These people finally understood that this little white face wasn't easy to mess with. Everyone retreated ten meters away from Ou Yang, staring at him in horror.

  Those girls who came to watch the excitement were shouting like crazy, each one gazing at Ouyang Qiuyu and Murong Wanqiu embracing with fervent eyes, each one fantasizing about how great it would be if they could switch places with Murong Wanqiu.

  Murong Wanqiu was stunned for half a day before coming to, tightly hugging Ouyang Jieyu and excitedly shouting: "Jieyu, you're so awesome, even my grandfather isn't as awesome." Then she pouted and said, "I want to learn too, Jieyu, will you teach me?"

  Ouyang Jiayu's mouth corners involuntarily curled up, and the hands embracing Murong Wanqiu's slender waist slid to her raised buttocks, pressing down as he whispered slyly: "Good wife, just call me 'husband' once and I'll teach you."

  Murong Wanqiu only felt a strange sensation in her buttocks, anyway this bad guy is already her husband in the eyes of the law, so calling out to him wouldn't be a big deal. She thought back to that morning's scene and her heart skipped a beat, her delicate body weakly leaned against Ouyang Jieyu, a blush spreading across her face as she cooed: "Husband..." After letting out this provocative cry, she bashfully closed her eyes.

  Ouyang Jiayu looked at Murong Wanqiu, who was already emotionally moved, and his heart skipped a beat. He set up an illusion array around the two of them with his immortal senses, not wanting their upcoming intimate scene to be seen by others. Then, he slowly kissed her red lips.

  Murong Wanqiu felt her lips being covered by a warm sensation, and she naturally understood what it meant. Flustered, she was a bit shy, a bit flustered, and also had a few inexplicable expectations. At first, she stiffly closed her teeth, completely unaware of what to do next. As a novice kisser, she could only let Ouyang Qiuyu's tongue take her own nectar.

  Ouyang Jueyu finally waited for her weak will to reveal the tip of her tongue, and the two entwined in a death-defying struggle. Murong Wanqiu only felt that his strength seemed to be sucked away by Ouyang Jueyu, his hands powerless against hers.

  Chest front.

  Ouyang Jiayu felt the proud and upright chest that drove countless men crazy, and her hands gradually couldn't help but move towards Muyong Wanchun's own unexplored secret places.

  "No, Yuanyu, so many people are watching, don't be a bad egg~" Murong Wanqiu was kissed and caressed to the point of being dizzy, her last bit of rationality told her that she couldn't continue like this, but her body was involuntarily wriggling in Ouyang Yuanyu's arms, their bodies constantly rubbing against each other. The protests in her mouth were muddled by Ouyang Yuanyu's tongue, making them sound more like seductive moans instead. Murong Wanqiu, who had never experienced this before, gradually became lost in the waves of desire that came with Ouyang Yuanyu's hands, her slender arms tightly wrapped around his neck. When Ouyang Yuanyu's hand quietly grasped hers, she let out a passionate moan, unsure whether it was from pain or pleasure, and her whole body felt numb and confused.

  Ouyang Jiayu grasped Murong Wanjia's plump and firm breasts, the full and upright nipples twisted into shape in his grasp. His other hand slid down along her moving waist curve and stroked her fat, round, soft, and upright buttocks.

  "Jiayu." A pair of slender jade arms wrapped tightly around Ouyang Jiayu's neck, and the jade-like person in his arms let out a trembling voice: "Jiayu, don't...don't do it here, there are so many people watching, I...we should go home..."

  Ouyang Jueyu revealed a playful gaze and said in a narrow voice: "My dear good wife, what are we going to do when we get home?"

  Murong Wanqiu's face was flushed with a deep crimson as she murmured dazedly, "I... we'll go home and... do it again..."

  Ouyang Jiayu looked at his emotionally stirred wife, stopped the mischievous hands, and hugged her waist with both arms. He carried Mu Rong Wanqiu, who was already unable to walk, towards the parking lot.

  Everyone only saw Ouyang Jiu Yu and Murong Wan Qiu embracing each other, talking, then Ouyang Jiu Yu swept Murong Wan Qiu off her feet and walked towards the parking lot. What happened in between, of course, they didn't see, so they could only watch from afar as Ouyang Jiu Yu carried Murong Wan Qiu into a pure black super sports car and drove away. The crowd came back to their senses and hurriedly went back to brag about the big event that had just occurred.

  After sitting in the car for a long time, Murong Wanqiu finally woke up from her desire and saw that scoundrel looking at her with a seemingly smiling but not quite smiling gaze. She couldn't help but feel both shy and annoyed, and fiercely glared at him before pouting: "Yu, I'm hungry."

  Ouyang Jueyu gazed at her plump and firm breasts, lewdly smiling as she said: "I know you weren't full earlier, how about we continue?"

  Murong Wanqiu's face turned red with shame, and she raised her fist in a threatening gesture, saying "You're so dead, you only know how to bully people, I'm starving!"

  "Haha." Ouyang Jueyu laughed happily.

  When the limited edition Rolls-Royce stopped at a roadside open-air snack gathering place, not only did Murong Wanqiu feel amused, but also the group of common people who ate big bowls of meat and drank big bowls of wine were also amused. The owner of such a luxurious car actually came here to eat "special" snacks?

  Ouyang Jueyu pulled Murong Wanqiu to a stall and ordered two bowls of spicy hot pot, then found a seat and sat down casually.

  Murong Wanqiu looked around curiously, born in the Murong family of such a big family, it's hard to imagine that now running here to eat outdoor snacks is no less difficult than ordinary people eating at a five-star hotel.

  Ouyang Jiayu looked at his wife's adorable appearance of looking around, smiled contentedly and said: "Good wife, I forgot to tell you, from now on you have to always call me husband. You see, you're calling me Jiayu one minute, bad egg the next, and something else again, that won't do, from now on you can only call me husband."

  Murong Wanqiu hummed and said with a pout, "You're not calling me, you rascal, you've always been a rascal."

  Ouyang Jiayu smiled charmingly and said with a playful tone: "My dear good wife, you really won't call me?"

  "What's it to you?" Murong Wanqiu felt a bit uneasy, not knowing what this wicked and shameless little scoundrel wanted, but still forced himself to respond.

  Ouyang Jiaoyu's mouth corners slightly raised, her eyes staring at those enticing red lips, slowly pulling her gaze to the plump and perky twin peaks, then slowly shifting again to the round and perky buttocks.

  Murong Wanqiu only felt that she was like wearing nothing in the gaze of that rascal, being stared at by his invasive eyes as if an invisible hand had stroked her. Just when she didn't know what to do, a warm breath reached her ear, and gentle words entered her ears.

  "My dear wife, really don't want to call?"

  Murong Wanqiu's heart was racing wildly, and she thought that if she didn't call him "old man", he would...? Remembering the invasive gaze he had given her earlier, she couldn't help but feel a surge of hatred, her teeth itching with anger. This shameless scoundrel was actually using such a lowly method to force her to call him "old man", and yet she had to admit that this method was indeed effective.

  "Damn...old man," Murong Wanqiu gritted her teeth and shouted angrily.

  The boss brought over the two bowls of spicy hot pot, and Ouyang Qiuyu took one and placed it in front of Murong Wanqiu, casually handing her a pair of disposable chopsticks and saying, "Hmm, good wife, eat quickly."

  Murong Wanqiu looked at Ouyang Jiayu, who seemed to be in a state of nothingness, and was completely speechless. Her husband's shamelessness could be described as "a thousand miles a day". She shifted her attention to the spicy hot pot in front of her, smelling the strong aroma of the spicy hot pot, her appetite suddenly increased, ignoring the shameless bad egg of a husband, she started eating slowly.

  Ouyang Jiayu looked at his wife's satisfied expression and knew that bringing her here was the right decision. He said softly, "Wan Qiu, is it delicious? I'll often bring you here to eat in the future, okay?"

  Murong Wanqiu glanced at Ouyang Jieyu with a charming smile, lightly said "en", and ate a bowl of spicy hot pot at a moderate pace.

  Ouyang Jiayu also quickly finished the spicy hot pot, took a paper towel from Murong Wanqiu and wiped her mouth casually. Looking at Murong Wanqiu's unsatisfied expression, she smiled and said: "Let's pay the bill and leave, I'll bring you here again next time."