Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

"child."

Ye Guyi paused slightly. Through the red veil, she couldn't see the deity's appearance, but the gentle and compassionate voice was like a spring breeze, instantly calming her down.

"Ten thousand years ago, the first angel god perished and his divine position was shattered. For ten thousand years, no one has been able to take over his position."

The goddess of life spoke slowly, with expectation and gentleness: "You bear the purest angelic bloodline and have a clear mind. If you are willing, you may give it a try to reunite with the angels and continue this legacy that has been broken for ten thousand years."

Ye Guyi trembled violently.

Beneath the red veil, her eyes instantly reddened, and a warm, moist feeling welled up in them.

Angel God.

This is the unchanging faith of the entire angel race for thousands of years, a legend she grew up listening to.

With six pure wings, illuminating the world, it was once the supreme deity who protected a region.

But in a battle ten thousand years ago, the gods fell, their divine positions shattered and scattered across the world, and since then there have been no more angel gods in the world.

a thousand years.

The angel race went from its peak to its decline, from being revered by thousands to living in seclusion. Generation after generation of angels waited and hoped, but in the end, all that remained was a hopeless perseverance.

Everyone thought that the glory of the angel god would never return.

"I...can I really do it?" Ye Guyi's voice trembled as she bit her lip hard, desperately trying to hold back the tears that were about to fall.

The goddess of life nodded slightly, her gaze firm yet gentle: "Whether it succeeds or not is not up to fate, but only to you."

"Although the angelic throne is shattered, the thousands of fragments have not disappeared but are scattered throughout the continent. As long as you are steadfast and persistent, you can find the fragments one by one and rebuild the throne."

She paused, then earnestly advised, "This path is extremely difficult, full of thorns and obstacles. But if you are determined to go forward, I can guide you at crucial moments."

Ye Guyi remained silent for a long time before slowly loosening her tightly clenched hands, her apprehension turning into determination.

She bowed slightly, deeply bowing towards the void, her tone steady and solemn: "Thank you for your guidance, Goddess. I will do my utmost to live up to the legacy."

The goddess of life nodded gently and said no more.

The God of Destruction glanced at Xu Yanli and said with a half-smile, "Boy, you should consider the feelings of these girls yourself."

His gaze swept over Gu Yuena and the others, a deep meaning hidden in his eyes that others could not understand. He said calmly, "Just let things take their natural course. There's no need to force it or deliberately avoid it."

Xu Yanli raised an eyebrow slightly, before he could even savor the deeper meaning of those words, the God of Destruction had already reached out and put his arm around the Goddess of Life's shoulder.

"Alright, the time limit for the divine projection has expired. It's time to return to the God Realm."

He glanced down at the sea of ​​people below, his gaze finally settling on Xu Yanli, and he nodded slightly.

"Live life well."

As the words fell, the two beams of light, one green and one purple, slowly faded, turning into a shower of fine light that dissipated into the morning breeze.

Silence instantly returned to the high platform.

The red candles still flickered, and the colorful ribbons still fluttered, but the atmosphere in the air had become unusually subtle and stagnant.

The five women remained standing in the same spot, none of them leaving or making a sound, all their eyes still fixed on Xu Yanli.

Ye Guyi's red veil remained perfectly still, and the red silk in her hand was gripped tightly, revealing her strength.

Xu Yanli remained silent for a moment before finally breaking the silence with his voice.

"Today is my wedding day, and all of you who have come from afar are my guests."

He slowly swept his gaze across the crowd, his tone calm yet frank: "Whatever grudges or words you have, let's talk about them after the wedding."

After saying that, he turned to look at the still-shaken matchmaker in the corner and calmly instructed, "Continue."

The matchmaker snapped back to reality, quickly stepped forward, cleared her throat, and loudly proclaimed again, "Husband and wife bow to each other!"

Xu Yanli turned around to face the bride beside him.

The two, separated by a red veil and a red silk ribbon, bowed deeply.

"The ceremony is complete! Proceed to the bridal chamber!"

The moment the chant ended, a deafening cheer erupted in the square.

Amidst the booming of cannons and the deafening sound of gongs and drums, petals of various colors—red, pink, gold, and white—flew down from both sides of the high platform, covering the two figures completely.

Xu Yanli, holding the red ribbon, steadily led Ye Guyi towards the new house behind the high platform.

He took a few steps, then suddenly stopped. Without turning back, his voice was clear and calm, reaching the ears of the five people behind him.

"Today is my joyous day, and I do not wish to disturb the celebration with anger."

"But after today, I will answer all your questions and resolve all your grievances."

After he finished speaking, he didn't linger and steadily walked forward, holding the red ribbon.

None of the people behind them caught up.

Gu Yuena gazed at his departing figure, her eyes churning with a myriad of emotions, which ultimately settled into a deep stillness.

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion held the bewildered Gu Yuechan in its arms, its cheeks puffed out in anger, stomping its feet repeatedly, but ultimately managing to restrain itself.

Xiao Xiao hung her head, her eyes were red, her fingertips were clenched so tightly they turned white, and she had no way to express her grievances.

Zhang Lexuan was still leaning against the red pillar, the smile on her lips still there, but the light in her eyes had dimmed considerably.

Meng Hongchen stood quietly, the frost at her feet repeatedly condensing and melting, just like her restless and unsettled emotions.

At the end of the platform, the wooden door of the new house slowly closed, shutting out all the noise from outside.

Inside the room, red candles burned brightly, and the room was decorated with bright red "double happiness" characters. The brocade quilt on the bed was brand new and brightly colored, and peanuts, red dates, longans, and lotus seeds were neatly scattered, symbolizing completeness.

The matchmaker carefully helped Ye Guyi sit on the edge of the bed, meticulously tidying up the tassels on her phoenix crown and the hem of her wedding robe, before smiling, bowing, and leaving, gently closing the door behind her.

The huge new house was now empty except for the two of them.

The red candles burned, crackling softly, their flickering flames casting swaying shadows on the wall, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Chapter 217 Reunion with the Purple Emperor and the Heavenly Dragon King

Xu Yanli walked to the table, poured out two cups of nuptial wine, and carried the cups to the bedside, handing them to his bride beside him.

"Crossing the cup of wine."

Ye Guyi raised her hand to take the wine glass, her fingertips still trembling slightly, but much more composed than before.

The two men gently intertwined their arms, tilted their heads back, and drank the wine in one gulp.

The spicy liquor slid down her throat, and Ye Guyi couldn't help but cough lightly twice, her already flushed cheeks turning even redder.

Xu Yanli placed the empty wine glass back on the wooden table, turned around, and sat down beside her.

For a moment, the room was completely silent.

The noise, cheers, and sounds of fireworks outside the window could be faintly heard through the windowpane. The night sky was ablaze with fireworks, their light reflected on the window paper, flickering on and off.

After an unknown period of silence, Ye Guyi gently tilted her head and rested her forehead on Xu Yanli's shoulder, her voice soft and gentle.

"Your Highness."

"I'm here."

"What happened on the high platform today..."

"I said we'll deal with this slowly after today," Xu Yanli interrupted her softly, his tone tinged with helplessness yet remarkably composed.

Ye Guyi gave a soft "hmm" and said no more. She leaned against him quietly, her mind gradually calming down.

The red candle burns quietly, its wax dripping slowly, forming crimson wax flowers on the candlestick.

Fireworks lit up the sky outside the window, continuing all night long.

That night, the entire city of Ming was brightly lit, and no one slept.

Xu Yanli's movements were gentle, yet carried an unyielding air.

He braced himself on the side of the bed with one hand, slowly tilting down and completely encircling Ye Guyi between himself and the bed.

The distance between them gradually closed, until they could hear each other's heartbeats, which were gradually losing their rhythm. Their warm breaths intertwined and brushed against each other's slightly flushed cheeks.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze deep and tender, staring at her trembling eyelashes. Then, with endless pity and a secret longing, he lowered his head and kissed her soft red lips.

The kiss began as a light touch and caress, like a falling feather, but then it deepened into a passionate, lingering kiss, with lips and teeth intertwined, and even the air seemed to grow thinner.

A hazy, watery light welled up in Ye Guyi's eyes, and her cheeks flushed a deep, beautiful pink.

Instead of flinching, she succumbed to the thrill of the moment, letting out a barely perceptible groan.

She tilted her head back slightly, her fair arms slowly rising like vines, and took the initiative to climb onto Xu Yanli's broad back. Her fingertips unconsciously gripped the fabric on his shoulders, bringing the two of them closer together, as if they wanted to meld each other into their very bones.

The rising temperature filled only with increasingly disordered breathing.

Xu Yanli's slender fingers slid down her slender waist, his knuckles seemingly hooking the loosely fastened silk clasp.

Accompanied by the soft rustling of silk, a delicate sash quietly unfurled, falling silently to the floor along the edge of the bed.

Layers upon layers of light gauze curtains swayed and slipped down, completely concealing all the beauty and subtle fragrance.

The next morning, Xu Yanli got up very early, gently treated Ye Guyi with his soul power, and then left.

Xu Tianran was sitting in the guest seat in the main hall outside.

"You're awake? I came here today mainly to ask you about those five girls from yesterday. Are you planning to take them in or not?" Xu Tianran asked with a maternal smile.

Xu Yanli glanced at the other person speechlessly, then sat down on the chair next to him, not caring whether it was the host's seat or the subordinate seat.

"Why wouldn't you accept it? Are you really sure you don't plan to get married and have children?" Xu Yanli asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Hmm." Xu Tianran nodded. "I don't plan on that, and besides..."

Xu Tianran shook his head in the end, but didn't say anything else. He just patted the other person on the shoulder and then turned and left.

As he reached the door, Xu Tianran turned to look at Xu Yanli and said, "Hurry up and take a picture of my nephew, then I can unload some of your many memorials and other trivial matters..."

Xu Yanli chuckled from behind, finally realizing what the energy and resentment in Xu Tianran was all about—wasn't that the quintessential "class spirit"?

Hahaha.

Xu Yanli smiled and stood up: "By the way, you take care of the rest of the things for me. I plan to go to that forest we passed through last time now."

"Alright, I won't ask you what you're going to do, but come back early. After all, what kind of master of the house disappears on the first day of their marriage?" Xu Tianran said with a laugh.