The machete seemed to be a powerful force to overcome the senseless, and it actually broke through the defense of the silence and plunged directly into his body.

Hiss –

Mu Lingjiu behind him looked at the sharp piercing of his back, his pupils contracted, and his hands trembled when he held him.

"Di Qianchen...", subconsciously she called out Di Qianchen's name.

The wound in his chest was glowing with black gas, and a little starlight on his body was slowly dissipating.

Hearing her shouting Di Qianchen's name, her heart tightened, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

"Aha~ I didn't expect it, this knife can be contaminated with all the filth in the world, and it is the purest power of no way, and you will wait for it to die out slowly! But don't worry, she'll be with you soon. The black wolf's arrogant voice annoyed Mu Ling Jiu.

The light sword appeared in the palm of her hand, and the girl turned around violently and swung it towards him, and the sword qi of the light sword waved in the air, hitting the black wolf one by one.

The black wolf was furious and threw out his black machete.

The darkest thing meets the purest sword of light, and the two are inseparable for a while.

"Green Bamboo, help me!" Mu Lingjiu muttered, the light of the Bright Spirit Sword in his hand becoming more and more dazzling......

In the end, the black wolf was knocked away by the power of the Light Spirit Sword, and the sword that gathered all the darkness in the world also cracked.

Mu Lingjiu breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the silence with his tired body.

"Sleep, wake up, sleep."

Hearing the call, Su Silence slowly opened his eyes, looked at the girl's red eyes, and Su Lonely raised his hand and stepped forward.

At the end, a sentence of Ling'er, sorry came to my ears.

The slender hand hung down weakly, and the person in his arms was glowing with starlight, which was slowly dissipating.

Mu Lingjiu bit his lower lip stubbornly, and his tears stubbornly stopped in his eyes for a long time.

"Who allowed you to die, Di Qianchen hasn't returned it to me, just say I'm sorry?"

A force slowly soaked into him from her.

After a while, Mu Lingjiu no longer had the strength to fall on him.

In a trance, the anxious faces of a couple came into view......

——

Today's void sky is particularly festive, and a long red carpet hangs in the sky, leading to the emperor.

"Why is it so lively today?"

"Are you foreign? Today is the marriage between the emperor and the Mu family! ”

"Woo woo, my young emperor is still planted in the hands of that young lady of the Mu family."

"No, no, you always say that the young master of the emperor doesn't like Mu Yunling, but today's grand wedding was personally supervised by the young lord of the emperor."

The fireworks in the sky, the red makeup, and the flowers sprinkled one after another, are very romantic.

"I'm really reluctant to do this... My daughter has only been at home for a long time, and she is going to marry into another family, woo, Xianggong, you hold me, I'm afraid that I can't hold back and rush up and bring back my daughter..."The woman in a brocade dress looked at the red carpet, and her aggrieved appearance was very pitiful.

After hearing this, the man helplessly and dotingly pulled her into his arms and comforted her.

Forced to eat dog food: "......"

——

On the night of candles in the cave room, the bride who had been holding back for a long time had already pulled off her hijab and ripped off the thousand-pound jewelry on her head.

It's too tiring to get married.

Di Qianchen, who pushed the door in, hooked his lips when he saw this scene.

"Ling'er, is this even lifting the hijab for her husband?"

Today's Emperor Qianchen is wearing a red robe, which makes him very evil.

Mu Lingjiu smiled awkwardly.

"If I knew it would be so troublesome to get married, I would..."

"If not, the trouble will be over." Di Qianchen hugged her, with a slight smell of wine behind him.

The beauty was in his arms, he didn't make the next move, but said: "Ling'er gave up the power of the Dao in order to save me, and he can't go back to the cloud world, is it worth it." ”

Mu Ling Jiu blinked and pouted:

"I also want to ask you, you can't go back to the cloud world, you can't be the Heavenly Dao Master, will you regret it?"

"In the cloud world, the Heavenly Dao Lord is not as important as Ling'er, I will be where Ling'er is."

"I'm the same answer, I'll be where you are." Mu Ling Jiuhuan hugged Di Qianchen's neck and said in a low voice.

At the moment of the Spring Festival, the hibiscus tent was warm, and the red clothes were sprinkled all over the ground......

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