The Demon Sect Leader and Xiao Longwang slowly walked back to the Demon Sect, walking alive for more than half an hour. The self-confident Demon Sect Leader decided to use everyone in Islam to refine Gu. The black-clothed people who didn't know that they were about to be refined were still immersed in joy.

"Little Jiuzi, have you fucking been to the Qinglou? Very honest," Hei Da looked at Hei Jiu. "I've never eaten pork and haven't seen a pig run!" Hei Jiu patted his chest.

"Da Hei, have you been to the Qinglou or the Xiaoguan?" Hei Er looked at Hei Da faintly. "I fucking love you so much, can I go?"

"What is a small pavilion?" The little monkey was crumpled and confused. "Little monkeys, they are all sick, come, come to the arms of the sixth brother."

"Didn't you hear what the eldest brother and the second brother were doing?" Black Nine is not calm.

"If we play like this every day, we will definitely lose weight." The mentally retarded Black Eight, who is a little baby fat, is happy like a child of more than 200 pounds. "If you're as thin as your brain, what else do you have? If you're not thin, you'll still have meat. "Black Five pinched the ass of Black Eight Flesh.

The unsung hero silently looked at the people in black: every day, I could see the men in the Demon Sect flirting with each other, how to break it. ヾ(•ω•`。 )

Black Three: ←_← I'm a single dog?

Black Four: Hold me tight upstairs.

Black Ten: There's a situation upstairs.

Black Seven: Upstairs my daughter-in-law.

Little Enchantress: It is written that it was found that Black Nine was forgotten hhh.

Black Nine: _(°ω°"∠)_ I'm really a single dog.

One of the Unsung Heroes has a crush on an anonymous diver: Love ninety-nine, wish us ninety-nine.

The unsung heroes who silently praised: 666 pierced Lao Tie's heart.

Little Enchantress: I don't know what this paragraph is for, what is the use of this iron rod. I can't sleep at four o'clock in the morning.

"Big brother, the sect leader is back. Hei San, who was standing on the roof, shouted. "Set off firecrackers. At this moment, Meng Zhuoyin still has a mile to get home. Crackling firecrackers rang out. "The cannon is ringing." "The firecrackers are gone, fourth brother." "What about the cannon you got from the West a while ago?" "In the backyard." Black Eight said.

The Demon Sect Leader, who was about to arrive at the door, listened to the deafening sound of firecrackers and didn't want to go in.

"Brother Meng, what's wrong with you?" "Longwang, the psychological quality must be strong." Meng Zhuoyin patted Long Wang's shoulder.

"Push the cannon and blow it up, this sounds." "Haha." Everyone laughed, and the honest black eight cupola cannons who wanted to do things for their brothers were pushed out, and they fired a cannon very honestly.

The little monkeys and the people in black with small fireworks were dumbfounded, deaf and deaf, and ate dirt in their mouths. Kurohachi smiled at the stupid son of the landlord's family. Meng Zhuoyin, the Demon Sect Leader who had just entered the sect, trembled. The cannon seemed to be slicing right around them just now.

"What the hell are you doing, you can't eat, you don't have anything left, a black eight stupid who fell eight times in a dirt pit." Applaud the black tongue twister stand-up comedy. Fuck hahaha.

"Starling, go out and avoid the limelight." "The sect leader won't go to Miaojiang, he will throw you directly to Miaojiang." "Eighty-eight, the fifth brother can't do anything." "Hachi, take a shovel and fill in the big hole that was blown up." "It's easy to fall into the hut at night."

"A dirt pit falls eight times, and you may be in the pit you dug yourself, and you will sleep forever." Black Eight ran away? Haven't been talking? How can it be. Hei Ba was secretly kicked into the pit by Meng Zhuoyin. Therefore, the black-clothed people with black bellies condescendingly looked at the black eight in the pit talking, and they really had special brotherly love.

"Brother Meng, your house is so lively." Are you worried that the little dragon king will not be able to stand it, verifying an old saying. It's not that a family doesn't enter a door. Ask how big a group of mentally retarded black-clothed men plus a madman demon sect leader and a mad dragon are. It's enough to step on the snow gate.

"We have a good relationship with our family." Meng Zhuoyin couldn't stand the big pit and the smell of gunpowder that was blown up, and pulled Xiao Long into the courtyard. "Brother Meng, your family is so beautiful." It is a pleasure to like the gorgeous dragon king.

"Our family has good taste." Meng Zhuoyin looked at the cleaned and tidyed home. Can't accept red lanterns with green chairs and yellow tables. Pulled Xiao Long into the lobby. The men in black and the unsung heroes smiled confidently. We're so sweet, great, and we're really the mascots of the Demon Cult.

“。。。。。。” Xiao Longwang and Meng Zhuoyin were speechless at the same time.

"What the fuck is this?" Meng Zhuoyin looked at the red candle and red yarn, smelled the pungent incense, and scolded her mother in her heart.

"They're weird." Xiao Long looked at some of the burned black places, and thought secretly.

"I can't say what I like, we are really the mascots of the Demon Cult." Don't be too happy with the people in black. The unsung heroes slipped away quietly, and it was best to run if something bad happened.

"Our family, our family, our family, haha." Meng Zhuo glared at the man in black with hatred.

"Brother Meng's house is really lively, it's like a joke haha." "It's good to be happy, Long hopes that we will go to the theater."

"Tomorrow you will gather in Miaojiang." Meng Zhuoyin made a mouth shape that startled the black-clothed people who were going to save Heiba. "Ah~ smack." Kurohachi fell again.

"The stage, the stage." Xiao Longwang happily took Meng Zhuoyin's hand. "Well, sing a song to Longwang." Meng Zhuoyin grabbed Xiao Longwang's little hand.

The people in black looked at Xiao Longwang and their own sect leader and left tears of emotion, their sect leader finally got married. The sect leader's wife looked so cute, and she wanted to pinch her little face and throw the sect leader out.

Meng Zhuoyin pulled Xiao Longwang to the stage in the backyard.

"Wow." "I 。。。。。。。 Depend on. Meng Zhuoyin tried hard to take back the dirty words.

The people in black decided to put the finishing touch, opened the jars one by one, and the colorful butterflies flew out one by one, flying all over the sky. The mountains and rivers on the stage, the night pearl reflects the sunlight and bursts into dazzling light. Red ribbons fluttered on the trees. On the stage, there are also Meng Zhuoyin and the man in black, their ink treasures. It reads: Mrs. Sect Master is so beautiful, and the people in black love you. Longwang Gongzi is so handsome, and the sect leader wants to come and go. The people in black stood on the stage and read this passage very unevenly.

Meng Zhuoyin pulled Xiao Long to look at the stage. The men in black took off the red rope of the marriage tree and tied it to the two of them. Everyone tied one, too many Meng Zhuoyin and Xiao Longwang's arms were entangled, and the people in black had no choice but to take scissors to cut the red line short. Meng Zhuoyin watched as the marriage line was entangled and cut off with a knife.

Well, a demon drama opened, and the ribbon-cutting of the garden ended here.

The above low-profile version of the romance failed. Here's what was supposed to be a romantic version:

The red tent hooks people like blood, and it stains like cinnabar. The rouge red beans are lit with red candles, and the light of the flame is like a fire burning love network. But it can't burn the rock. The strange fragrance is fragrant, the colorful butterflies are flying together, the beauties are chasing gently, the fireworks are in the air, and the stage is fluttering. The red line is tied under the marriage tree, and the guzheng and guqin sound continuously, showing affection and continuous cutting. Chaos, let him be messy, anyway, we were born with a pair of old moons. The three pearls are like silver plates, reflecting the obsession entangled. Biren plays on the stage, and the old ink is vigorous and powerful to draw love. The ever-changing sword light and sword shadow cut a volume, but at this time, the tenderness of three thousand is only because of the exquisite dragon king into the heart. The drizzle provokes the colorful butterflies to be chaotic, and the oil paper umbrella and the oil paper umbrella look at the green water and green mountains in the distance. Zhu Yan's red line pierced his wrist, and a pair of handsome men scorched his eyes to make the Yin Damp and Tide Cold Demon Sect shine brightly, and it was lifelike to transform into a third fairyland.

Ay! As a result, the south side came and gave the black eight a shot, and the north side came a black big scissor. Balabaha