ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

It was already dawn when Yan Hui woke up again, and when she opened her eyes, all she saw was a faintly bright sky.

The man had disappeared without a trace, and the pain in her body had completely faded, and she quickly sat up, lowered her face and looked at her chest, where the large pit had sunk down had recovered as before.

Yan shook his arm and didn't notice anything unusual.

Everything is like a dream.

It's just that the broken boulder behind her proves that all this is not a dream, but a real existence.

The man's tall figure flashed in his eyes again, and Yan Hui only felt a faint stinging pain in his chest.

She tore open her collar suspiciously, looked at her chest, and saw that there was already an extra mark on the snow-white skin, slightly higher between the two breasts.

It was a black mark that resembled a crown, and it was particularly distinct on the porcelain white skin.

"Yan Hui, you are my dog now, you should be honored for it."

In his ears, the man's voice sounded again.

Dog?

She won't be a dog!

Yan Hui thought unhappily.

"Ahh

As soon as such a thought was born, the imprint on her chest had already begun to hurt hotly, as if, suddenly, a fiery red scorching iron burned the tender flesh of her chest, and the heat and pain seemed to be burning all the way to her heart and to the depths of her soul.

Yan Hui was covered in cold sweat in an instant, and the whole person fell to the ground weakly.

Yan Hui gritted his teeth, endured the pain and lowered his face, only to see a faint flash of purple light on the black mark on his chest.

"I'm not going to be your dog!"

She gritted her teeth and growled.

In her chest, the pain became more and more intense, and she held on at first, but finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted again.

Reverse - Sky - Small - Crazy - After***

White City.

After several days of preparation, Bai Ju'er and Zhou Tong's wedding was held as scheduled.

Everything is completely in accordance with the rules of Zhongzhou City, although Zhou Tong is rich, the Bai family does not dare to be thoughtful in the number of etiquette, and even more exciting than ordinary people marrying wives.

Among them, of course, part of it is because of Beichen and Purple Pupil.

Now, Zhou Tongke is the president of the out-of-hospital branch of the Heaven Killing Guild, although the affairs are handled by Bai Ju'er, but his business card is there, this is given by Zitong himself, who dares to look down on him?

On the same day, in the White Mansion, the guests who came to congratulate could be said to be shoulder to shoulder, Zitong and Beichen rushed from Ziwei City to Baicheng by carriage and horse, and the news was already known to everyone.

Everyone knows that now, the Bai family is already under the command of the Bei clan, among Baicheng, who dares not to make friends with it, and even many people rushed to Baicheng from Ziwei City and the surrounding small towns to congratulate in person, in order to be able to meet the young master and young lady of the Bei family, and make a familiar face in front of these two.

Fortunately, the Bai family has been prepared for a long time, and it can be regarded as a great cause for everyone, although there are many guests, they are still entertained in an orderly manner and do not cause chaos.

When the auspicious time came, Beichen and Zitong personally presided over the ceremony for Bai Juer and Zhou Tong.

After worshipping heaven and earth three times, Luo Jia stepped forward with a smile and handed the two garlands to the two of them.

"These are all flowers that I have temporarily planted with the flower seeds I brought from Xizhou, and I wish you two can go to the end of your life together."

The two of them also know a lot with Luo Jia, and they have heard her say a lot of things about the elf clan, and they know that being able to get the flowers of the elf clan means the highest level of blessing, so they naturally take it politely with both hands and solemnly thank you.