Lanxin Palace, Song Xiruo's dormitory.

In front of a bronze mirror, Feng Xingzi was combing Song Xiruo's hair.

The flowers in the mirror look like the moon, the fish and geese fall, and the moon is shy of flowers, just like the cold light meets the sun.

is obviously a middle-aged beauty who is standing for a long time, and at this time she looks like a slim girl, with long hair reaching her waist and a red face.

The clouds and rain were turned overnight, the earth shook and the mountains shook, but the two were energetic and radiant.

Holding a good ancient sandalwood comb, Feng Xingzi gently combed her hair, and the technique was slightly rusty.

After a few moments, the grooming is done.

Song Xiruo gently snuggled in Feng Xingzi's arms and hugged her, Feng Xingzi felt a lot of emotion.

"Xiruo, let's get married!"

"Will you marry me?"

"I'm willing to wait for this day for more than 30 years, and I'm always ready. ”

"Aren't you afraid of people gossiping about you?"

"It's his business what others like to say about me, as long as you don't get involved with you and insult your reputation. ”

Feng Xingzi kissed Song Xiruo's forehead, hugged Song Xiruo, looked into her eyes and said.

Song Xiruo was still very moved in her heart, over the years, Feng Xingzi had paid too much for her.

"But don't you really mind?"

"You don't have to care about the world's eyes, and you don't have to care about the details. Over the years, I've gotten used to it that it's not their turn to make irresponsible comments about what I do. ”

"Xiruo, you just need to know that someone in my wind treats you sincerely. ”

The tenderness and sweetness that touches the heart have not been experienced for a long time, and the two of them are the same, and they cherish the people in front of them very much.

Some people, once they miss it, are not there.

Until one day many years later, when I found out that I regretted it, it was too late.

"Then we'll get married in three days, okay? ”

"Listen to you, I'll send out invitations in a moment and invite everyone to testify for us!"

"Hmm. ”

Song Xiruo turned around, stood on tiptoe, and took the initiative to kiss Feng Xingzi. The fragrant lips attacked, wrapping around the tip of the tongue, and Feng Xingzi seemed to be electrified, gentle with each other.

"Master, Ling'er is here for you early!"

Gently pushing open the door, Chu Ling'er was dressed in red, very festive, holding the food table, and walked in.

"Ah~"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't expect the mad dean to be there, and Ling'er retired. ”

What an embarrassment.

Letting go of each other, Song Xiruo blushed with shame, and Chu Ling'er also looked shy. Only Feng Xingzi pretended to be calm, straightened his color, and coughed.

"Uh~ Ling'er, you can put it on the table early. ”

"Okay, okay!"

Chu Ling'er put the food table on the table, turned around and slipped out. blushing slightly, as if there were a thousand deer crashing into each other in his heart, bang.

So in the afternoon of the same day, almost the entire Qingzhou City knew a happy event - Song Xiruo, the dean of Danshi College, and Feng Xingzi, the vice president, tied the knot, got married three days later, and held a marriage ceremony in the Lanxin Hall of Danshi College, and invited friends from all over the world to witness it.

For a while, this matter spread quickly in several nearby states and became a common topic for everyone to talk about.

Even some of the old things that have come out of nowhere have received wedding cards and news.

On the second day, thousands of miles away in Zhongzhou City, the Zhao family, one of the four major families.

In the study, Zhao Chun, the head of the family, leaned on the bed, and waited for two concubines with heavy makeup.

"The head of the family, his subordinate Zhao Quan has something to report!"

Outside the door, a male voice came.

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Chun waved away the second daughter beside him, tidied up his messy clothes, and sat upright.

"Come in and say!"

"Yes!"

A middle-aged man in a black power suit walked in and bowed slightly.

"Tell me, what's the matter? ”

"Master of the family, the man we sent to Qingzhou to assassinate that kid a few days ago has not returned, and his whereabouts are unknown!"

When Zhao Chun heard this, he was immediately furious.

"What, didn't the old man ask you to send some masters over, look at the good things you have done!"

"The subordinates are guilty, and the subordinates have already sent a great grandmaster realm and thirty high-level martial artists to go, but ......"

"It's a bunch of bastards, it's all rubbish!"

"The subordinates guessed that it would be someone from the Danshi Academy who was obstructing and helping. ”

"Nonsense! That kid worshipped the mad monk as his teacher, and the mad monk could stand by and watch?"

"If your subordinates are ineffective, please punish the head of the family!"

Zhao Quan arched his hand and immediately knelt down.

"It's a trivial matter, it's shit, you can't escape the blame for your death! But this is the time to employ people, and you can atone for your sins!"

"Thank you for your kindness!"

"If there's anything else, if not, just retreat, don't bother me if it's okay!"

"One more thing. ”

"Say!"

"Yesterday, there was a news from Qingzhou, saying that Song Xiruo, the dean of Danshi College, would hold a marriage ceremony the day after tomorrow, and friends from all over the world were invited to witness it. ”

"Oh, isn't that slut Song Xiruo always cold? Why, after decades of widowhood, can't you finally stand the loneliness?"

"The subordinates felt that they could make a fuss about their wedding ceremony. ”

"Let's talk about it~"

Zhao Quan stepped forward and whispered a few words in the ear of the head of the family, Zhao Chun, who kept nodding his head with a sinister smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, just do what you say, remember not to mess up!"

"The subordinates promise to complete the task, and the subordinates retire. ”

"Wait, you go to Chaotianmen right away, and ask Situ Feng's old thing to send a few Martial King powerhouses to help!"

"My subordinates will do it!"

Zhao Quan withdrew as he spoke, and the head of the family, Zhao Chun, took a sip of fragrant tea gently, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Little brute, look at how you die this time!"

......

At this time, in the northwest thousands of miles away from Huzhou City, the location of Chaotianmen - Yunzhou.

Here the mountains are steep, the cliffs in the east are precipices, and the rivers are rushing and rolling east.

The majestic Chaotianque Mountains in the south are three mountains and six peaks, embracing a vast basin.

A huge palace complex is located here, which is the Chaotianmen.

In a dungeon, a couple is imprisoned.

Both of them were bound hand and foot by thick iron chains, the clothes on their bodies were shabby, and their spiritual power was also wasted, and they couldn't move at all.

The ground where the two of them were gathered with bruises, scarred and skinless.

Both of them had their hair scattered, and they only saw dense scars on their faces and blood stains.

Dying, unable to lift any spiritual power.

At this time, the cell door was opened, and a mysterious middle-aged man walked in, dressed in black, and majestic.

"Hahaha~ Old friend, I have good news for you, I don't know if you and your wife are interested?"

The two men on the torture rack were silent, already tortured and half-dead.

I saw the mysterious man bring a bucket of cold water and pour it on the two of them, and the two of them instantly sobered up.

"Ah, Situ Feng, Lao Tzu drafted the whole family, drafted the eighteenth generation of ancestors, you can't die well!"

The man on the torture rack was bruised, his pus was broken, and rancid blood was oozing, and he looked disgusting.

"Old friend, don't be impulsive, I've always treated you well for my brother. This is good news for you. ”

"Get out, ungrateful, beast-hearted brute!"

"Zhao Changfeng, don't you know what to do, for your brother's old relationship, I came to tell you about your son, are you still not happy?"

"What, what did you do to my son!"

"Well, I thought you didn't care about him. ”

"Situ Feng, if you dare to touch a single hair of my son, my surname Zhao will not let you go!"

Situ Feng snorted coldly, and his face turned cold. Turning around, he pulled out a red-hot brand from the stove and slammed it on Zhao Changfeng's chest.

"Zizi~"

Black smoke rose and a scorching smell filled the entire dungeon in an instant, and the smell was pungent.

"Ahh

Zhao Changfeng clenched his teeth, sweating profusely on his forehead, and a drop of black blood dripped from the corner of his eye.

"Don't, don't!"

The woman next to her was heartbroken, and she couldn't help but shout, her voice was hoarse, and she was in pain.