Isn't it time for her to change her tune? What can you call him? His name? Or do you call Lang Jun?

Lang Jun seems to be too sour, she can't call it, but the name-

His name swirled in her throat, but it still didn't come out.

She always felt that no matter what she called him, it was not as cordial as calling Master to come, and it was natural to come-

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and then she woke up again, and the person was already in his arms.

Although I already have a very close relationship with him, when I am hugged by him at this moment, my heart is still swaying and beating.

The arm couldn't help but climb up to his neck, and the feeling of happiness almost overflowed.

The ladies were almost stunned, and their mouths were wide open and speechless.

The man who was so high up that he felt blasphemous at a glance actually picked up his bride and strode out the door.

Outside the door is a sedan chair, which is a veritable sedan chair woven by all kinds of big red flowers, and tens of thousands of flowers seem to have early morning dewdrops, blooming, dazzling and beautiful......

The sedan chair was actually carried by the four major disciples - Da Moliu, Lianyu, He Jin Yuyun Yin Lianyue.

Zi Sanghe was responsible for opening the sedan curtain in the evening......

Luo Qingyu's eyes swept over Zi Sanghe's evening face.

I don't know if Lu Dao has been too tired these days, I haven't seen him for a few days, Zi Sanghe has lost a lot of weight at night, he pursed his lips slightly, although there is a smile at the corner of his lips, but there is a trace of gloom in the depths of his eyes......

Luo Qingyu turned her eyes, she always had an indescribable apology for Zi Sanghe's night-

Emperor Shiyin's arm tightened slightly, he didn't speak, but directly placed Luo Qingyu in the sedan chair, shook it in her palm, and put down the sedan curtain......

The drums sounded again, and the palanquin was lifted up......

The place where Luo Qingyu put on makeup was her Feiyu Garden, but Xitang was in the main hall of Luojia Mountain, more than ten miles away from here.

Of course, this mountain path is nothing in the eyes of the four major disciples.

Luo Qingyu sat in the sedan chair, not feeling the bumps at all, the flowers under him were soft, and the whole person seemed to be sitting in the clouds-

Her heart was like floating in the clouds.

She's married to Master—

I don't know what Lu Dao is for, this scene always gives her a feeling of dreaming, and the beautiful Lu is not real.

The scene since the acquaintance with the great master passed through my mind like the wind.

The first thing he said when he saw her was, 'Kill it.'" "The clouds are light and the wind is as light as pinching an ant to death.

The second time they met was in the lava field, and she was in the stone room, and he was outside the stone room, and she gave him a hairpin, and the sentence he replied to her was, 'This is your dowry?' It's a little shabby......'

At that time, she would never have imagined that she would one day fall in love with this black-bellied and indifferent and powerful god-

At that time, the apprenticeship was just a measure of rights and interests, one was to escape, and the other was to get close to Zi Sanghe......

Sure enough, fate is a very wonderful thing, and it seems that something has been destined in the dark.

He didn't wear a mask today, I wonder if Lu Dao will surprise everyone's eyeballs outside?