Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him, and Ye Wuqi glanced through the crowd and saw Qin Heng Shi Shiran, who was wearing a big red wedding robe and a groom's official hat, coming slowly. When Qin Heng's lotus silk boots stepped on the center of the venue, a choking gong and drum sounded on the other side, and with a loud "bride arrived" with a long rhyme, the audience was looking forward to it, and all eyes were firmly focused on the bride who slowly appeared.

The clouds are smoky, and the moon is soaked. Under the hazy half-concealed moonlight, the night color greatly reveals its inherent indigo mystery, visually evoking everyone's reverie and yearning for beauty. Under such a scene, the appearance of the bride is undoubtedly eye-catching.

I saw that Tongxia was colorful, and a slender figure slowly walked out from behind the screen, holding his breath when he was not enmity at night.

Qianying was sorrowful, her soul was broken, and the person under the big red hijab was really a beautiful woman who thought about it for a long time, which made the night unhostile and unaware of the time and forget me.

As soon as Lan Ruyu appeared, it suddenly shone brightly, and the temperament it exuded was seven points solemn and three points sad, which made people obsessed.

"The temperament is excellent, but I don't know what kind of beautiful face such a woman is. "In front of the night without hatred, Rong Rong of Shenyue Pavilion said to her senior sister.

The senior sister was also amazed, she sighed: "Rong Rong, since then I have always thought that you are extremely beautiful, but now that I look at it, even if you look good, you are slightly inferior." This has nothing to do with appearance, a simple temperament can move people's hearts into their hearts, this Qin Heng is really blessed. ”

"Yes, it's no wonder that Qin Heng, who has always been above the top, suddenly announced his marriage without warning, it seems that there is a reason. ”

"It's just that who is this graceful woman? How come she has never heard of her appearance in the capital with her fame?" Rong Rong's senior sister muttered to herself.

At the same time, not only the two of Shenyue Pavilion were talking, but the many fighters and warriors of large and small forces present were all whispering. Taking advantage of this situation, Murong Shen hurriedly patted Ye Wuxian's shoulder and whispered: "Don't be distracted, if you want to rob your relatives, you have to come forward, you are so chaotic and chaotic that your momentum alone is three points weaker." ”

Ye Wuzhen nodded stupidly, he rubbed his face and cheered up, in the long but momentary time of his distraction, his heart sprouted a retreat. He was secretly annoyed, but he had to admit that he suddenly had a sense of déjà vu for Lan Ruyu to see flowers in the fog.

The light in his head was only fleeting, but it really seemed like a passing year.

I think I've seen it somewhere.

Where is it? Is it the icy field of the night, or the dragon's lair next to the sacred Holy See? Is it the dead and silent demon capital of the infinite void, or is it the elven forest where ten thousand trees are reborn?

Dwarves, dragons, elves, demons, knights.

Warlock, Taoist, metaphysics, iron blood, journey.

And, blue as jade.

......

All kinds of unfamiliar but familiar words poured into his mind, and the depressed thoughts were like a pool of still water, with a slight touch, gradually rising slightly.

"Asking where the wind in the world begins, it's just a marriage like a dream, I can't see each other clearly, and I will eventually become a sad person. ”

"You're not him. Even if there was a heartbeat, it was not after all. ”

"What I see in you is not you, it is all him, and you are nothing but a self-deluded copy to me. ”

Language is like a knife, sharp and sharp.

Night Wuqi had tears in his eyes, suddenly regained consciousness, and returned to reality, he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Although it is very inexplicable, it is hard to help but feel the melancholy in the throat without hatred at night.

The impression is like flowing water, murmuring without a trace. The mountain stream crosses the stream, a thought of ten thousand people, Sumeru mustard seeds, no contention and no hatred. Everything goes naturally, and the emotions that night is not hateful to feel in the dark, except for the sadness that overflows the head like drowning, I am afraid that there are no other impurities.

He didn't know what he had seen in a trance, he only felt that his heart seemed to be weathered in an instant. The flow of consciousness, the hand of metaphysical domination, allows you to observe and experience, without asking too much, and the time comes, and it will come naturally, although the macro view of this matter is too inexplicable.

At this time, the bride's demure figure had already merged with Qin Heng, and Qin Heng smiled, with sweetness and happiness in his smile. Notice this night without hatred of the sinking of "Huo".

Because of the red hijab, I can't see the expression of the fresh lady at this moment, but from the hands she is entangled in front of her, I think her heart is not calm.

What the hell did Lan Ruyu think, she didn't look like she was forced to marry? Ye Wuqi felt that his heart was falling, and he didn't know where it was going to fall, he only felt that if he allowed his negative emotions to rise, his heart would eventually sink into the abyss.

He knew he was afraid, he was afraid that something he had worked so hard or believed in would suddenly crack, he was afraid of his self-doubt, he was afraid of his own vacillation.

Or to put it another way, the sustenance of the soul is not only for the night without hatred, but for anyone, a great refuge. If the heart does not have a place to dwell, then where can it be expected to be a homeland?

The old moon has read a slightly lengthy oath, the sky is full of fireworks, colorful, the other side outlines thousands of lights, the long river ripples in the blurred night, Lang Yu Xuanang, the female demeanor is graceful, the beautiful scenery of the good day, it is really a beautiful thing.

The warriors of many forces have benefited from the Nanhua Sect's Ice Plains Snow Toad, and they have all dispelled their own ghost fetuses for the time being, with simple sincerity, intending to witness a good fate.

It's a pity, if Qin Heng hadn't kidnapped the girl from Ye Wuqiu's side, and if Ye Wuqiu hadn't captured Qin Yu by mistake, then this feast would definitely become a good conversation.

"Baitang!" A high-pitched tone woke Ye Wuqi up, and he immediately understood that if he didn't make a move, then if he continued to worship these few times, then formally, Lan Ruyu would be Qin Heng's person.

Although there is no need to be as conformist as the world, but the white jade is flawless, who can bear to have a little imperfection on it? This is just an extension of the topic, saying that Ye Wuqiu watched Qin Heng lean over and smiled and stretched out his palm to Lan Ruyu, Ye Wuqiu didn't dare to think about it and didn't want to wait to see if Lan Ruyu would accept it, he sighed slowly, and raised his voice, "Wait!"

The audience was beaming and silent, and such an inopportune sentence suddenly appeared at this time, and everyone looked at this side in amazement.

When the bride heard this, her body shook suddenly, and she quickly lifted the corner of her red hijab and looked out.

"Whosoever are you, and what advice do you have? Qin Heng regained his bearing after a brief moment of surprise, and he smiled.

Under the gaze of the audience, Ye Wuxian slowly got up and sighed lightly: "Blue dart head, it's really nowhere to find the iron shoes." ”