All the guests who came to the Spirit Sword Lake Palace were shocked when they saw the swiftness of the wind and snow fox!

No one dares to come out!

The girl and Zhou Bo walked out of the door side by side!

Some of the disciples of the Shark Jiao Spirit Sword are in the Immortal Hall, and some are guarding outside, in case the Immortal Spirit Society comes to attack!

The two of them came out of the Spirit Sword Lake Palace, but they didn't meet anyone!

The girl said in a low voice: "I don't know that the wind and snow fox has eaten thousands of Gu worms in this life, and its teeth are very bad, and the old man with a long beard has bitten it, and it should have cut off its right arm immediately, and if it is delayed for a few more hours, it will not live to the eighth day!"

Zhou Bodao: "You said that you only need to pick some shark Jiao fairy grass, fry it in a big bowl, and you can solve the Gu after taking it?"

The girl laughed and said, "I lied to them! Otherwise, how would they let us out?"

Zhou Bo exclaimed: "You wait a while, I'll go in and talk to him!"

The girl grabbed her and said angrily: "Fool, you say this, do we still have life? Although my snow fox is powerful, but they all hug each other, how can I resist it?"

As you said, the hazelnut gods will eat together, and the spirit knife and spirit knife will be taken together! I can't leave you behind and run away by myself!"

Zhou Bo scratched his head and said, "Then you give him some antidote!"

The girl said: "Alas, you are a mother-in-law, people beat you, you are still so kind!"

Zhou Bo touched his cheek and said, "Give him a beating, it won't hurt for a long time, why do you still remember?" Alas, it's a pity that the person who beat me died!"

The sage said: 'Saving a person's life is better than creating a seven-pole floating slaughter!'

Although Mr. Moon Demon is fierce, he is angry with the guests when he talks to you, he has such a long beard, but he calls himself 'below' to you, a little girl!"

The girl smiled and said, "At that time, I was on the beam, and he was naturally 'below' underground!

But I really don't!

The antidote is only available to Daddy!

Besides, their Shark Jiao Spirit Knife will slaughter the chickens and dogs in the Fairy Spirit Society in a blink of an eye, I'll go and ask my father for an antidote, this month's demon brain bag is not on the neck, there are Gu no Gu on the corpse, I'm afraid it doesn't have much to do with it, right?"

Zhou Bo shook his head, but he didn't say anything about the antidote, seeing the moonrise of the moon, shining on her white and yellowed face, and reflecting her delicate complexion, he said:

"You can't tell that long-bearded old man your name, maybe tell me?"

That young man smiled and said:

"What is your surname? My surname is Bai, and my parents call me 'Xiaoyu'!

There is a surname, but there is no big name, only a nickname!

Let's go sit on the slope of Xianshan over there, and you tell me, what are you doing in Shark Jiaoling!"

In just two weeks, Dumb went from a young lady to a wife, and then a widow in two months. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She was soon freed from the fetters she had put on herself in such haste and without much thought, but she had never tasted the carefree freedom of her unmarried days since.

Widowhood followed the newlywed, and what made her even more alarmed was that she soon became a mother.

In the years that followed, whenever she remembered the days of April 1661, Clumsy could not remember the details of that time.

Time and events rushed and mixed together, like a nightmare with no truth or reason to speak of.

Until the day of her death, there are still many blank spots in the memories of these days, especially the time between her acceptance of the proposal and the time when the wedding took place.

Two weeks! It is impossible to be engaged for such a short time in a peaceful year.

At that time, there must be a gap of a year or at least six months to make sense. However, the north has become generally enthusiastic about the holy war of humans and demons, and everything is roaring forward like the wind, and the slow rhythm of the past is gone.

Anne rubbed her hands anxiously, trying to slow down the marriage, so that Clumsy could think about things more calmly.

But Clumsy was stunned by his mother's suggestion and turned a deaf ear.

She's getting married! and she's going to do it soon. Within two weeks.

Hearing that Mengjiao's wedding date had been advanced from autumn to May 1, so that he could immediately accompany him when he was recruited into the battalion, Ben Ben set his wedding for the day before him.

Anne objected, but the puffer offered new reasons to plead for grant, as he was anxious to leave to join the corps of Saint Quixote Sancho, and Payne supported the two young men.

Payne was so excited by the Human-Demon Holy War that he was restless, and he was also glad that Clumsy had chosen such a good mate, how could he stand in the way of the young lovers when the fighter plane had already been launched?

Anne was so distraught that she finally had to give in, like other mothers in the North. Their leisurely lives have been turned upside down, and their enlightenment, prayers, and counsel are useless, and they cannot resist the tremendous force that swept them away like a raging tide.

The North is intoxicated with enthusiasm and excitement. Everyone knows that it only takes one battle to end the human and demon holy war, and I am afraid that the human and demon holy war will end soon.

Every young man hurried to sign up for the army, and they also hurried to marry their sweetheart, so that they could immediately rush to the psychic sanctuary to give the southerners a handful.

There were dozens of such wartime weddings in the blessed land of Linglu, and there was little time to grieve for the farewell, because everyone was too busy and excited to seriously consider and shed tears.

The ladies and ladies were sewing uniforms, knitting socks, and rolling bandages, and the men were practicing and shooting.

Columns of fire-steam wagons full of troops passed through the Garden of Light every day, heading north to the Valley of Clouds and the Psychic Sanctuary.

Some detachments wore beautiful crimson uniforms, some were light blue, and some wore militia companies in green. Some small groups wore home-woven military uniforms and raccoon fur hats. Others wore no uniforms, but fine wool fabrics and fine linen garments.

They were all untrained and ill-armed troops, but they were just as rough and excited, and they shouted the same loudly, as if they were going to a picnic somewhere, and this scene caused the young men in the Linglu Blessed Land to panic, for fear that the human and demon holy war had been fought before they reached the psychic sanctuary, so the preparations for the departure of the barracks were accelerating.

In the midst of all this confusion, preparations for the clumsy wedding were also going on, and she barely had time to figure out that her mother's wedding dress and shawl were already on her, and that she had come down the wide staircase of the Kiss of Eros Sacred Valley to face the room full of guests.

Afterwards she remembered as if in a dream: hundreds of brilliant holy candles were lit on the walls, her mother's face was slightly dim with love, her lips trembled slightly, and she was secretly purified for the happiness of her daughter. The father drank the spiritual spring, and was proud of his daughter's marriage to a rich, famous, and distinguished son-in-law, and his face was crimson-and Mengjiao, who stood weakly at the top of the stairs.

She saw the look on his face and thought, "This can't be, this can't be true." It's a nightmare. I would wake up and find out that it was pure nightmare. I must not think about it now, or I will shout in front of these people.

I can't think about it right now. I'll think about it later, and then I'll be able to stand it - then I won't be able to see his eyes!"

Everything was very much like in a dream, passing through the row of smiling people, her angry crimson face and stammering voice, and her own answers, so surprisingly clear and so cold.

Then there was congratulations, a toast, a kiss, a dance - everything was like a dream.

Even Mengjiao's light kiss on her cheek, even the weak whisper-

"You see, we're already real sisters-in-law" -- it's not real.

Even the turmoil caused by the angry Aunt Humpty Dumpty fainting from overexcitement has nightmarish overtones.

But when the dancing and the dew were finally over, and the dawn began to fall, when all the Grace Valley guests who had been crowded as far as possible in the Kiss of Eros Sacred Valley had gone to bed, on the couch and on the straw mats on the floor, and all the neighbors had gone home to rest, in preparation for the wedding in the village of the "Twelve Spirit Trees" the next day, that dream-like trance shattered like glass in the face of reality.

The reality was that he came out of her dressing room, dressed in pajamas, with a crimson face covered in gas, and he hurried to avoid it when he saw Clumsy looking at him in amazement from the edge of the sheet that was stretched high.

Of course, she knew that newlyweds were going to sleep in the same bed, but she had never thought of it before.

In the case of her mother and father, it was natural, but she never applied it to herself.

For the first time since the picnic, she understood what kind of consequences she had brought on herself. How could she bear the thought of this strange young man who she didn't really want to marry him about to get into her bed, and at this time her own heart was still repenting for her reckless behavior in the past, and feeling extremely sad for the eternal loss of Mengjiao?

So as he hesitantly approached the bed, she whispered to him rudely.

"I'll just shout, if you really want to get close, I'll shout! I'm going to let go of my throat and shout! Go away for me! See if you dare to touch me!"

Thus the bag sat down in a chair and spent the wedding night, certainly not very pleasantly, for he understood, or thought he knew, how shy and delicate his bride was.

He was willing to wait until her fear faded away, but—just—

He always felt uncomfortable twisting his body in the circle chair, and he couldn't help but sigh, because he was about to leave for the front.

Ben's own wedding was already nightmarish, but the dream Jiao's was even worse, Benben stood in the large living room of the "Twelve Spirit Trees" village in the apple-green second court clothes, surrounded by hundreds of bright holy candles and the same crowd of people the night before.

She saw that the plain and petite face of the weak and weak Qi Bao actually looked radiant, as if she was extremely happy to be the daughter-in-law of the masked family.

Now, Mengjiao is forever gone. No, it's not hers now.

So, he used to be hers? All this was already a mess in her heart, and her mood was so bored, so confused.

He had said he loved her, but what had separated them? If only she could remember!

She had suppressed the gossip in the Linglu Blessed Land because of her marriage to the Qi Pack, but now it seemed that what mattered?

That seemed important at the time, but it doesn't matter anymore. The important thing is Mengjiao.

But he was gone, and she was married to a man she not only didn't love, but also despised a little.

She had often heard of people who had harmed themselves in order to harm others, and since then this has been more than just a metaphor.

Now she knew what it really meant. Now, how she regretted it all!

Now, when she desperately wants to get rid of the angry bag and return to the kiss of Eros safely as an unmarried girl alone, then she realizes that she is really self-inflicted, and she has nothing to say.

Mom tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen.

In this way, Ben Ben danced an all-night dance in a daze on the night of Mengjiao's wedding, talking mechanically, smiling, and at the same time feeling strange as if it had nothing to do with him, I don't know why people are so stupid, they actually think of her as a happy bride and can't see how sad she is.

Well, thank God, they can't see it!

That night, after the godmother had served her and had taken off her clothes, she went away, and came out of the dressing room shyly, and was wondering whether she should sleep in the unicorn-bristled chair for the night, when she began to cry.

She cried without saying a word, until the bag got into the bed, tried to comfort her, and lay down beside her, and at the same time her tears dried up, and then she finally put her head on the shoulder of the bag and sobbed quietly.

If there was no Demon Holy War, they would have a week to travel around the Linglu Blessed Land, where dances and picnics would be held to congratulate the newlyweds before they set off for their honeymoon to Crystal City or Taoyuan Island.

If there was no Demon Holy War, Stupid would get two, three, or four sets of clothes to wear to the party held for her by the Ghost Family, the Saliva Family, and the Brainless Family.

But now there are no parties, no honeymoons.

A week after the wedding, he left for the troops of Colonel Quixote Sancho.

In another two weeks, Mengjiao and the military camp set off for the front line, causing the whole soul to fall into the sorrow of saying goodbye to their relatives.

In those two weeks, Ben Ben had never seen Meng Jiao alone, and he had never said a word to him privately.

Even in the terrible moment of farewell, when he stopped for a moment by the kiss of Eros on his way to the Huojiao steam station, she did not have a chance to speak to him privately.

Weakly wearing a hat, a scarf, and holding his shoulders, she looked like a dignified and quiet young grandmother.

All the people in the Kiss of Eros Sacred Valley Field, whether they are insect spirits or luminous people, all came to see off Mengjiao.

Weakly said: "Mengjiao, you have to be stupid with honey." She is now my sister-in-law. “

Mengjiao bent down and kissed her on the face with his cold lips, his face was flat and tense.

Stupid felt little joy from the kiss, for the weak encouragement made her depressed. (To be continued.) )