The Dijun Hall was brightly lit, and Yan Jun was still busy with the size of the underworld.

The difference is that it is full of red lanterns, plastered with red double happiness, and even surrounded by guests, and the endless sound of blessings came into Yan Chu's ears one by one.

With tears in her eyes, Meng Po shouted: "Yezun, His Royal Highness the Ghost King, Yan Chu is here. ”

But the voice was drowned out by ghosts.

"Worship heaven and earth......" Yan Chu panicked, and took out the bone flute out of nowhere, and the graceful sound waves impacted the entire wedding banquet. Sad and sad.

After all, he still didn't bow down, and his eyes looked at each other in the vast sea of people.

The accumulated tears burst out in an instant, and the noisy crowd seemed to be gone.

Yezun hugged Yan Chu with a flash speed, and the joy of losing and regaining made Ye Zun feel like a child, and he never let go of Yan Chu for a long time.

The bride ripped off her red head, and the dazzling scene made her unwilling, her face was hideous and she couldn't bear to look at it directly, Feng Yi was always vigilant, and just took the hideous scene into her eyes.

Sure enough, there are so many white lotuses.

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