The wind suddenly rose and dragged him silently, lest he could not support it and fall to the ground.

Ling Yuhan sensed that something was wrong on one side, and hurriedly stepped forward, flipping his fingertips lightly, and a silver needle pierced his heart.

Li Wuwu's face trembled obviously because of the pain, but it also instantly relieved the pain of his poisonous hair.

Seeing Ion Xuan's different gaze, Ling Yuhan said lightly: "The Emperor of Heaven would suddenly become ill earlier, and only by crossing the acupoint with a silver needle and going deep into the heart can he get better...... However, this move is tantamount to drinking water to quench thirst, although it relieves the poison, but it hurts the heart...... Even if you get rid of the old poison by chance in the future, you will fall prematurely because of damage to your heart......"

He slowly pulled out the silver needle, silently closed it in his sleeve, and glanced at Ion Xuan again with a charming gaze.

"No matter what, his days are numbered......"

Li Wuwu looked at him expectantly, and in the depths of his eyes, there was despair that could not be seen.

"Zixuan, the right should be for me...... For the sake of the Celestials...... You just take this breath for a while...... Help me finish this scene...... How is it? ”

Ion Xuan stared at the purple night in the distance, and the old Tianjun was also chattering about something with her, obviously also stating the stakes there.

Li Wuwu glanced at Ziye, frowned slightly, and said, "If you really have a sincere relationship between you...... Are you still afraid of a game? ”

"Good! I promise you...... But only if it is...... Just a game...... Won't get engaged, won't cave house...... Nothing will happen between me and Geng Yingsleeve......"

"Good!" A look of relief suddenly appeared on his face: "I promise you...... Won't force you to do anything......"

He touched his heart with his hand, took a deep breath, suddenly stepped out, and laughed loudly: "Everyone, please be quiet......"

Everyone fell silent in an instant, and there was a vague sense of something in their eyes.

"Today's banquet is actually a family banquet...... Because General Geng has been stationed in the Northern Zhou Dynasty for many years, he has never returned...... In fact, he came back today mainly because of two things...... First, he came to visit the Heavenly Monarch, after all, he hadn't seen him for hundreds of years, and he missed it very much...... Second, in fact, he wants to send his pearl in the palm of his hand, Geng Yingsleeve girl, to come over to complete the marriage......"

Zi Ye's eyes and heart trembled suddenly, and the silver teeth bit her red lips, breathing rapidly, but there were no movements or words.

She's waiting for things to turn out.

"Actually, what you don't know is...... As early as when the Son of Heaven was a child, he made a doll kiss with the girl with the sleeves...... Today, with all of you here, I solemnly declare...... The Son of Heaven is a Xuan, and he will marry a girl with beautiful sleeves......"

Ion Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his burning gaze instantly looked at Zi Ye, his eyes flickering, as if he was hesitating.

Ziye's heart sank suddenly, and she subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, but she saw Li Wuwu looking at her with strange eyes, and slapped her palms intentionally or unintentionally.

She snapped into the high-five covenant with him.

She once promised him that as long as he personally agreed to marry Geng Yingsleeve, then in this life, she would not interfere if he married any woman again.

Scorching eyes looked at Ion Xuan, who was waiting for his answer.

Geng Yong smiled proudly, got up and took Geng Ying's sleeve, took her to Liwuwu, and in front of him, solemnly handed Geng Ying's sleeve hand to Ion Xuan.

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