A sharp shard stabbed directly into his hand, and the red blood dripped from his palm to the ground along the edge of the table, and even the air gradually became gloomy.

"Heh......"

A chuckle spilled from the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

Although the person in front of him was smiling, looking at it made people feel a gloomy feeling.

That old immortal, it seems that no matter how much he does, he will not approve of him.

During these days, compared with Mo Su on the surface, he was more inclined to him, but in fact, he was repeating Mo Li's mistakes before and using him as a target.

In fact, in his heart, his favorite candidate is still Mo Su.

Is it because that damn origin is not good?

What happened to her mother's background?

Is it so lowly in his eyes?

Originally, he still read some affection, and he didn't plan to do it very absolutely.

But, it seems, it's time for him to change his mind.

……

Time passed quickly, although Mo Li's incident still had a great impact on his reputation in Mozambique, but this incident did not seem to have caused him anything, and his marriage with Ning Qianqian was also in full swing.

When she was put on the wedding dress and sat there waiting for Xi Jiao to pick her up, Ning Qianqian still had a confused face, and she couldn't react.

That's it, this is going to get married?

How does it feel so unreal, a fluttering feeling.

Belch...... It seems that not only is it a little fluttery, but the whole person is also a little groggy?

Is it because I'm too nervous?

Outside the room, a pair of eyes looked at Ning Qianqian inside, reaching out to support her forehead, as if she was a little uncomfortable.

Then, he fell directly on the dresser in front of him......

……

When Ning Qianqian woke up, she was in a small dilapidated house.

Some are dizzy, and their whole bodies are soft and don't like words.

Looking around, Ning Qianqian found it.

This place is like a small family in the country, and all she is lying under her is a simple dilapidated wooden bed, and there is a table and a few small benches in the room.

Looking at everything in front of her, Ning Qianqian frowned, and her somewhat confused consciousness gradually recovered a little.

Is this a dream?

Isn't she supposed to be at her wedding to Mo Li?

How did you wake up and sleep in this place?

Thinking of this, Ning Qianqian propped herself up and planned to sit up.

However, before his hand could be strengthened, his body fell limply on the bed again.

After such a fall, Ning Qianqian finally knew.

It's not a dream, it's real.

She was supposed to be at the wedding with Mo Li, but she was brought here, and even her hands and feet were tied up now.

And......

She was also poisoned.

Thinking of this, Ning Qianqian's eyes froze.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was really poisoned.

If she guessed correctly, this should be a simple sweat pill that is colorless and odorless, and can make people weak.

It's just that, if it were in normal times, this kind of poison should be nothing to her, even if it is colorless and tasteless, it shouldn't be able to escape her eyes, why did she get hit this time?

Ning Qianqian really couldn't think of why, now her body couldn't move at all, her hands and feet were tied, and the possibility of being able to escape was even smaller.

I don't know if it's that neurosis, but the bride who is going to get married, took people away so recklessly.

It's so annoying.