Du Yang was like a doll, at least he thought so, and let the public loser, who had been in excitement, fiddle with the so-called wedding dress,

During the whole process, he kept looking at Luo Xiaobei's place, but unfortunately she had already put on Xipa, and he could only see the person sitting there but couldn't see her face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Aren't we going to the wedding?" Du Yang asked suddenly.

"This is to participate in the wedding!" Gong Zhen raised his head and glanced at Du Yang's outfit with satisfaction.

"No, I ......"

"The time is almost up!" Su Xiao, who was leaning aside, suddenly spoke up and interrupted Du Yang's words.

"Okay, good!" Gongyi Zhen'er was busy, he took out the red silk out of nowhere, gave it to Du Yang with one hand, and pushed him to Luo Xiaobei.

"I ......" Du Yang turned around.

"What are you going to do with me, I'm almost up! Hurry up!" Gong Yi Zhen'er helped Luo Xiaobei to get up.

Du Yang was still confused, wasn't he with Luo Xiaobei and them going to that lady's wedding a moment ago? Later, he was dispersed by the crowd and went to the attic, only to find that they were all here, and now it has become his and Luo Xiaobei's wedding.

Shoved downstairs, it was already dark, and the red lanterns swayed gently in the breeze.

Looking up, Du Yang only saw a nine-curved corridor across the lake, there was a pavilion in the center, and opposite was a brightly lit attic, which he recognized at a glance, that was the building they were going to at the beginning.

Throwing the red silk, Du Yang was so eager to step into the corridor, but his shoulder was held down. But I don't know when Lu Zhe appeared, holding the red silk in his left hand and pressing him with his right hand.

Du Yang was about to speak, but Lu Zhe handed him the red silk in his hand, which meant that he couldn't allow him to refuse at all, so he had to continue again.

Luo Xiaobei wore embroidered shoes that symbolized a hundred years of good fit, with a light gait, like a lotus flower step by step.

"Luo Luo-" Du Yang approached Luo Xiaobei, who was covered with flowers and a full moon, and called softly.

The man in red ignored it, Du Yang stopped talking, and the corridor in front of him was long and tortuous in Du Yang's eyes.

I don't know how long I walked, the noise in the attic came faintly, and Du Yang's heart not only became relaxed, but became more and more nervous, or rather, panicked.

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"That's-Du Yang?" Looking at the two people who slowly appeared in the dark, Su Xiao looked shocked.

He didn't expect that the separated Du Yang would be one of the protagonists of today's wedding.

"Is it next to Gongyi?" asked Su Xiao again.

Lu Zhe: "No!"

"It's Du Yang, it's not the truth, who is the person with the red hijab?

"No!" Lu Zhe denied his conjecture, turned around, and his gaze fell on the woman in red who was sitting at the top of the house.

His eyes were dark, and he had already summoned Emperor Xiu with one hand.

The woman seemed to notice Lu Zhe's gaze, raised her head, and actually looked at Lu Zhe. The veiled face does not see emotions, and the whole body only conveys disapproval.

Lu Zhe held Di Xiu's hand tightly, but suddenly shouted outside!

"It's on fire! It's on fire!"

The crowd in the hall suddenly panicked after this sound, everyone crowded to the door, Lu Zhe's vision was completely blocked, and then looked, the woman on the top and Du Yang and Gongyi Zhen'er were gone.

"Quick!" Lu Zhe's voice fell, and he jumped to his feet, but he went straight to the second floor. Su Xiao summoned out the flying armor and followed.

He kicked open the locked door, opened the window, and saw that the roaring fire from the attic opposite hit the two of them in the face. The fire was still spreading, engulfed in flames along the corridors at either end of the attic.

"Did you notice something wrong?" Lu Zhe's dull voice fell into Su Xiao's ears.

"Hmm!" Su Xiao nodded.

"Let's go!"

The two jumped from the window on the second floor and rushed directly into the fire.

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"Luo Luo?" Du Yang called in a low voice.

At this moment, there was no Gongyi Zhen'er, Su Xiao and Lu Zhe around him, and Luo Xiaobei, who had already lifted his red hijab, was looking at him with a smile.

Du Yang's face flushed, and he looked away, but he also noticed that the person sitting beside him was slowly approaching him.

The slender jade fingers painted with red dankou climbed up Du Yang's neck, and the wide sleeves slid down, revealing a wrist as white as mutton fat jade, and his body was light and graceful as boneless. The eyes were like a whirlpool, revealing gratuitous attraction, the bright red lips were upturned like roses, and under the snow-white neck was a white beautiful spring light.

The hand went down his chest, his index finger was lightly tapped, and he reversed it, and his plain waist slipped off, revealing a snow-white middle coat. As if he was not satisfied, he smiled and approached the neckline of his mid-coat.

"Smack!"

A strong left hand grabbed the woman's restless wrist and stopped her from moving further.

"You're not Luo Luo, who are you?" Du Yang's voice was hoarse and obscure, and his face was cold and dark that he had never seen before.

The woman stroked Du Yang's face with one hand, her smile was tactful and charming, her voice was like piano music, and her breath was like an orchid, "I'm Luo Luo!"

As he spoke, the bewitching figure had already leaned up again.

"Huh!" Du Yang had already gotten up, and a copper-colored mahogany sword pointed directly at the woman's eyebrows, and his tone was already bursting with coldness, "You're not her!

"Hehe-" The woman chuckled, "I'm not who she is?" Isn't it ......" The woman pushed away the peachwood sword with her index finger, got up and approached Du Yang, and said lightly: "Could it be ...... You don't know me when you change your clothes?"

After saying that, the woman's backhand was to untie her clothes.

First the light gauze shawl, then the waist, and then the red brocade, the faint fragrance came, the movements of the woman's hands were unhurried, and her charming eyes stared at Du Yang.

At present, Du Yang is like a sculpture, without the slightest reaction, his eyes are calm and waveless, the red dress is only a snow-white middle coat, but there is a faint chill all over his body.

"Don't you like me......? Don't you want me?" the woman's voice was soft and charming, and the smile on her lips deepened.

The next second, her smile froze at the corner of her mouth.

Du Yang's right hand turned, and the body of the copper-colored peachwood sword suddenly changed, and the dark red speed of light was wrapped in it, and the sword blade swept away, and suddenly the woman took a few steps back, her face as pale as paper.

"You...... How could it be? You're not Du Yang?" the woman was momentarily surprised, and then laughed again, "Even if you have such a treasure with superior aura, you still can't escape from the palm of my hand after all!"

"Where is she?" Du Yang turned a deaf ear to the woman's words, and there was already a faint sense of oppression in his voice.

"Do you want to know?" The face that was exactly the same as Luo Xiaobei smiled, and slowly sat down on the armchair at hand, "You only need to promise me one condition!"