In a woman's life, there will generally be three extremely important men, namely her father, husband, and son.
Generally speaking, the relationship between a son, his husband, and his father is relatively harmonious. However, there are often some conflicts between the father and his husband.
Although Feng Luochen was not Long Yimeng's husband at this time, Long Xiaotian felt very unhappy when he looked at him.
It's just that as the emperor of the demon world, he also has to establish an extremely majestic image as a father. Even if Long Xiaotian is full of complaints, he can only swallow them alive.
"You said that your sister, when I was drunk, I have never seen her care so much. She is much more concerned about the human boy than her father. There is sour plum sobering soup, and there is
The hot towel is really gentle and considerate. Is this still your unruly and willful sister?"
"Oh, it's hard to stay in college. It's really hard to stay in college. I worked hard to bring her up, but she is so good to another man. Now, as my father, I am dispensable.
That's it." Long Xiaotian blew his beard and stared, obviously very unhappy.
At this time, he was no longer the proud and arrogant king of the demon world. He was just a father who was jealous of another man.
He no longer calls himself the emperor, but calls himself "I", completely losing the demeanor of the Demon Emperor. In this life, Long Xiaotian has been watching everything in Long Yi's dream room intently.
If Feng Luochen crosses the line even slightly, he will definitely rush into the room and beat him up severely. At this time, Feng Luochen was held by Long Yimeng's arm.
But he didn't make any overstep.
"Father, since you feel unhappy, why do you pretend to be generous and let Meng'er take care of Brother Feng? Why don't you just let the servants of the Monkey Clan take care of him?" After the Monkey Clan's dinner, Long Xiaoyao
It will make you drunk for a long time.
After he sobered up, he was dragged by Long Xiaotian, monitoring Long Yimeng's every move. Long Yimeng went to take care of Feng Luochen, but Long Xiaotian did not object.
But his actions at this time were obviously inconsistent.
"You know what the hell, even if I don't agree, will your sister agree? Besides, I have never seen Meng'er so happy. I have never seen Meng'er care so much about someone. I don't want to
I see your sister is disappointed." In the end, Long Xiaotian could only turn all his dissatisfaction into a helpless smile.
He never thought that another man would appear and make his daughter become attached to him in every possible way. His daughter's attachment to him even surpassed that of her own father.
In fact, Long Xiaotian just wanted his baby daughter to be happy. But while his daughter was happy, he was jealous.
This may be the ambivalent mentality of a father. He hopes that his daughter will never grow up.
I also hope that my daughter can be happy.
"As long as Meng'er can be happy, don't worry too much about it, Father. You said that girls are not admitted to college, and my sister will get married one day. I think brother Feng is not bad, Father."
Don't worry. Don't keep staring at them. If they kiss you later, aren't you going to make yourself miserable?" Looking at the depressed Long Xiaotian, Long Xiaoyao snickered secretly.
However, the other party was his father, so he had to offer words of comfort. He stepped forward and patted Long Xiaotian on the shoulder, and then said some words that he thought were words of comfort.
"I'm really unhappy. You're still acting so weird. Are you looking for a beating?" Long Xiaoyao's words of comfort were addressed to Long Xiaotian, who couldn't help but feel angry.
His eyes widened, and he picked up Long Xiaoyao casually. At this time, Long Xiaotian also vented his resentment on Long Xiaoyao.
The cultivation levels of Long Xiaotian and Long Xiaoyao were naturally very different. If Long Xiaotian wanted to beat him, Long Xiaoyao would have no room to resist.
The unlucky Long Xiaoyao was also beaten indiscriminately by his father. Long Xiaoyao's screams came from the side hall.
Because of the ban imposed by Long Xiaotian, no one knew that Long Xiaoyao was being beaten. Naturally, no one would go to save him.
Long Xiaoyao's screams were mixed with Long Xiaotian's sighs. It was not that Long Xiaotian had not considered the life-long events of his precious daughter.
With Long Yimeng's identity and beauty, many of the most favored men in the demon world were fascinated by her.
When it comes to Long Yimeng's future husband, Long Xiaotian does have a candidate in mind. In Long Xiaotian's opinion, the only one who is qualified to be worthy of his daughter is Feng Jiutian from the Feng clan.
Feng Jiutian and Long Xiaoyao are as famous as each other, and they are also known as the dragon and phoenix twins of the demon world. Among the many geniuses in the demon world, Feng Jiutian is indeed the leader.
But Long Yimeng is Long Xiaotian's heartthrob. If she can fall in love with Feng Jiutian, Long Xiaotian will also be happy to see it happen.
If Long Yimeng doesn't want to, even the King of Heaven and I can't force my daughter to do something she doesn't want to do.
As for Feng Luochen, although Long Xiaotian was unhappy with him, he also admired him. Although Feng Luochen was from the human race, he was the best choice in terms of character and talent.
Although Long Xiaotian is the Demon Emperor, he is not a pedantic person. He does not really care about the so-called different paths between humans and demons.
It's just that the union between a human and a demon will definitely encounter a lot of criticism. When Feng Luochen doesn't have enough strength, Long Xiaotian naturally doesn't want his precious daughter to be gossiped about by others.
Just looking at Long Yimeng's happy look, he really couldn't bear to break it. For the current plan, he could only take one step at a time.
Long Xiaotian's heart was spinning a thousand times. At this time, he had no intention of looking at the mirror again.
Thinking about it, Feng Luochen would not do anything too excessive towards Long Yimeng. Long Xiaotian smiled helplessly, then sighed quietly, and finally disappeared into the room.
Long Xiaoyao, who was left with a bruised nose and swollen face, was left groaning in pain in the room. At this time, Feng Luochen looked at the sleeping Long Yimeng, and his heart felt extremely sweet.
Although his arms were slightly swollen and numb, he did not dare to make any movement for fear of waking up the sleeping beauty.
He just stayed with his beloved woman quietly, watching her sleep and listening to her calling his name in her sleep.
This moment is eternity. It is also an indelible memory that Feng Luochen will have throughout his life.
Gradually, Feng Luochen also felt a little sleepy. In a trance, he seemed to see Long Yimeng smiling at him again.
They slowly approached and came together. They looked at each other, held hands with each other, and walked together to the end of the world.
As everyone knows, Long Yimeng is dreaming exactly the same dream as Feng Luochen at this moment. They join hands in the end of the world, carefree and at ease, and the mortal world is worthy of their encounter.
It's as if having each other by their side means they own the whole world. In Feng Luochen's dream, Long Yimeng is his heroine.
In Long Yimeng's dream, Feng Luochen is her male protagonist. The overlapping of dreams and the fateful meeting in the dream are very magical.
Who would have thought that I have you in my dream, and you have me in your dream. The waves of the West Lake, the sunset, the two of them clinging to each other.
They watched the sun rise and the moon set together, and experienced the changes of day and night. They stayed late at night, looking at the stars in the sky.
The sky was dotted with stars and the bright moon was in the sky, which was extremely beautiful. Suddenly, a shooting star pierced the night sky. Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng both closed their eyes involuntarily and made a wish.
Their wishes are surprisingly the same. The wish they made is not to spend their whole lives with each other.
It's not like we will never be separated in this life. It's just a simple wish that the other person can be carefree, everything goes well, and be happy.
The bright moon is in the sky, and little bits of moonlight are falling on the world. The moonlight is like water, but it is constantly lengthening their shadows.
Unknowingly, their shadows overlapped each other. At this moment, they joined hands and never forgot each other.
Each other's shadows also cuddle together with the bright moon. Feng Luochen and Long Yimeng ride horses in the world of mortals and travel across the world with swords.
They only hope that their destiny in this life is not over, and they would rather let the heaven down than let you down. The joy and moments of being with each other are the most wonderful memories of each other.
On the bank of the West Lake, on the broken bridge, on the small bridge in the ancient town, under the marriage tree, these familiar places left their presence everywhere.
The two were boating by the lake, enjoying themselves among the mountains and rivers. The two of them walked hand in hand on the waves, feeling the waves and the breeze blowing on their faces.
A life is fleeting for a moment, a journey of mountains and rivers is a year of beauty. A piece of piano and flute is a lifetime of love, a dream is carefree and dependent on each other.
Hand in hand, the rain is hazy by the lake, and we walk together in the rain. We raise our hands to smooth our messy hair, and each other's figures appear in our hearts.
Leaning down and kissing each other, it was like a dream, and they would never regret this deep love in this life. In the cherry blossom forest, they watched the falling cherry blossoms dancing in the sky.
They have a clear understanding of each other, and they draw swords and dance against each other. The cherry blossoms keep hovering in the air following the sword moves. Every move and every move they make is a sign of the same mind.
The sword dances with the mortal companions in the world, neither the mandarin ducks nor the immortals. In the sea of lavender flowers, the two people run and chase. The colorful butterflies are circling and flying as they chase.
Longyimeng is like an elf in the flowers, dancing in this sea of lavender flowers. Under the shining of the sunset, it is indescribably wonderful.
"Boy named Feng, I still want to go to many places and do many things. You will always stay with me, right?"
"Meng'er, wherever you want to go, I'll go with you. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it with you. No matter where you've been or what you've never been, I'll go with you. No matter what you've done,
I have never done anything before, and I will accompany you." Long Yimeng closed her eyes and hugged Feng Luochen's waist, her face full of happiness and joy.
Feng Luochen's face was full of tenderness and doting. He held Long Yimeng in his arms and gently stroked her hair.
At this moment, he felt as if he owned the whole world.