The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

If you were to ask Yang Guo what he feared most in his life, he would say without hesitation that it was Huang Rong's tears.

That woman was truly a natural water sprite.

Yang Guo couldn't even remember how many times Huang Rong had cried in front of him.

He was always powerless to resist.

Fortunately, none of the other women were like her, otherwise Yang Guo would have been truly overwhelmed.

He never expected that the woman, who was least likely to shed tears, would be alone and melancholy.

"Husband, what brings you here?"

Yang Guo embraced her.

"Moon, why are you crying?"

"I'm fine," Li Mochou said, turning her head away, not daring to look at him.

Yang Guo could clearly sense that the woman in his arms was emotionally unstable.

Yang Guo turned her around and reached out to wipe away her tears, but the more he wiped, the more tears she shed.

Yang Guo felt a pang of heartache and a headache.

Is this woman made of water?

Why are there so many tears?

"Moon, what's wrong?"

Yang Guo was puzzled. Why did he run away and not come back?

Yang Guo wiped away her tears, gently wiped her nose, and unintentionally touched the corner of her mouth.

She gently dodged it.

Yang Guo stared at her slightly flushed face and the corners of her mouth for a while.

Li Mochou cried even harder.

"My dear Yue'er, my dear Yue'er, your husband likes you very much, really."

"Really?" Li Mochou asked, sobbing.

Yang Guo laughed and said, "Really? This is just a couple's late-night chat, it's perfectly normal."

"real?"

Yang Guo quickly nodded: "Yes, think back to when we were in the thatched hut, weren't we also..."

Before Yang Guo could finish speaking, she covered his mouth.

"Husband, you were being mischievous. Luckily... luckily, we were wearing clean white shirts at the time, otherwise... otherwise..."

"You always try to humiliate me."

Yang Guo saw the woman and was about to cry again.

"Moon, Moon, it's just that Moon loves me to death."

Li Mochou looked at him with her eyes slightly red from crying.

Helpless, Yang Guo hurriedly changed into the red dress she had prepared.

Li Mochou's heart raced; she knew what was about to happen.

Yang Guo pulled her back to the main tomb chamber.

He led her to kneel down.

"Grandmaster, Master, I, Yang Guo, am willing to marry Li Mochou today. I will have no regrets in this life and will never betray her. If I break this vow, I will surely die at her hands."

Li Mochou's tears never stopped.

"You know, I simply can't bring myself to hurt you."

Otherwise, I would have killed him with a single blow that night in the cave.

"Then let the heavens punish us..."

Li Mochou quickly covered his mouth.

Yang Guo gently brushed her small hand away, then uttered "Earth Destruction".

"My husband, I..."

Yang Guo interrupted her, saying, "Mo Chou, will you marry me?"

Li Mochou choked up and couldn't speak, she could only nod.

"Grandmaster, Master, Mochou is willing to marry Yang Guo today, and will never leave him for the rest of her life. She is willing to be his wife."

Li Mochou kowtowed again to the portrait.

Yang Guo picked up Li Mochou.

Li Mochou exclaimed in surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Yang Guo laughed and asked, "After the ceremony, what's the next step?"

Li Mochou was extremely embarrassed; this despicable man was teasing her again.

She retorted, "Then I should sleep in your tomb."

Yang Guo was sweating profusely. He wanted to, but Little Dragon Girl was in there.

"Don't worry, I..."

Li Mochou, as if she had foreseen the future, covered up his words.

"My husband, do you love me?"

Yang Guo nodded firmly.

Li Mochou was delighted and continued, "Were you the first one to do this?"

Yang Guo nodded. That was true, after all, he had only agreed to marry Cheng Yaojia.

Li Mochou lost her parents at a young age, followed by her grandmaster and master.

After that, he wandered the world alone. Now, he has returned to the Ancient Tomb and is getting married in front of his master's portrait. Although the ceremony is extremely simple, it is as proper as can be.

Li Mochou was overjoyed. She didn't care about titles or honors, but she never expected that she would be the first.

It seems the other women aren't all that great.

She'll have it all under her thumb in the future.

If you don't listen, give me a shot!

Yang Guo said nothing more and slowly walked towards Li Mochou's tomb.

The sound of their heartbeats could be heard throughout the long corridor.

Li Mochou huddled in his arms, not daring to look at him.

Even though she knew what was going to happen, she was still very nervous.

But they did so much more than just the last step, so why was she still so nervous?

Yang Guo could clearly feel the woman's stiff body.

Moreover, the way her arms were wrapped around his neck made him feel cold.

Red candles flickered, and cotton curtains hung low.

Yang Guo gently placed her on the bed.

Only now can I properly appreciate her.

A red dress, as vibrant as blood and fire, outlined a breathtaking silhouette. A phoenix embroidered with gold thread spiraled upwards, gathering at her chest in a perfectly proportioned arc.

With her slightly rapid breathing, a sliver of her alabaster skin was revealed at the neckline.

"My husband."

She raised her eyes, and those usually cold eyes were now filled with tears. Yang Guo met her gaze.

The blush at the corner of her eyes was hard to tell whether it was from rouge or from passion.

She gently raised her hand and began to unfasten the buttons on the closure, one by one.

The slow movements were agonizing; with each button undone, the hem of the garment loosened a little, revealing the delicate curve of the collarbone and the shadows that were faintly visible deeper within.

She pushed Yang Guo away and stood up.

The blood-red wedding dress slipped away layer by layer, leaving only a thin, almost transparent scarlet undergarment in the candlelight, outlining the graceful curves of her slender waist and full hips.

She stood barefoot on the ground, her ankles slender and white, before Yang Guo.

The ties on the inner garment were loose and could come undone with just a gentle tug.

She reached out and touched his collar, her fingertips carrying a cool temperature, yet igniting an invisible flame on his skin.

"My lord, is the moon beautiful?"

Yang Guo was already completely mesmerized.

His attention had been mostly drawn to her undeniable prehistoric behemoth.

Only then did she realize how insignificant this was to her.

She was already incredibly beautiful, with every part of her body being perfect.

He had never seen what Li Mochou looked like, but he knew that no matter who she was, from this moment on, she would only belong to him.

Yang Guo held onto the ribbon of her inner garment, intending to gently pull it...

"My husband, we haven't drunk the nuptial wine yet."

Li Mochou gripped the ribbon, her body trembling slightly with tension.

Yang Guo looked at her with a smile.

She was extremely embarrassed.

Even though she was well-prepared, she still panicked when the time came.

In that instant, she knew why she was panicking.

It seems that her husband has never seen her complete body from beginning to end.

They'd done everything they should and shouldn't have done; all that was left was this final step...

Li Mochou was extremely nervous, standing there fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, not daring to look up.

Yang Guo took her hand and led her to the table, where he poured two glasses of wine.

She picked up the nuptial wine cup.

"May we drink together in harmony, and be together forever." She recited the blessing, her soft, drawn-out syllables as if dipped in honey.

Li Mochou then said shyly, "My mother-in-law taught me."

"My husband." She picked up her wine glass.

"lady."

Yang Guo and she drank together.

She tilted her head slightly, her neck forming a graceful curve, and the wine slid down the rim of the glass to her lips, leaving a glistening drop on the corner of her mouth.

Yang Guo gently wiped away the drop of wine from the corner of her mouth.

She gazed at Yang Guo with teary eyes.

Yang Guo picked her up: "My lady, the night is too short..."

She leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet and warm, brushing against his earlobe. "Mo Chou, tonight, you belong to your husband."