March is like a snap of a finger.

On the streets of Liuyun Country, bustling and muttering, compared with the former Liuyun Country, there are strong people everywhere in the imperial city today, all for this wedding ceremony.

Fuchen walked behind Xiao Qinghan, his eyes were full of smiles, and his face was full of smiles, and his eyes never took his eyes off Qinghan's body.

That's when ......

A figure suddenly jumped into Qing Han's back, stretched out his demon hand and grabbed Qing Han.

At this time, Xiao Qinghan didn't know anything, her eyes were completely attracted by some strange gadgets in front of her, and she didn't know that someone had reached out to her......

Fuchen's face changed suddenly, and he rushed forward.

The old man in front of him also obviously found Fuchen behind him, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, turned around, and landed on Fuchen's chest with a bang, and in an instant, Fuchen's entire body flew out and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Qing Han finally noticed the movement behind her, she turned around, and suddenly, Fuchen's figure falling from the sky pierced her eyes.

Her pupils constricted, and her tone was grim: "Brother Fuchen!! ”

……

At the same time, in the princess's mansion, the man was dressed in white, as indifferent as snow, the corners of his lips hung with a shallow arc, his eyes stared at the girl standing among the beasts not far away, and a pair of cold eyes were full of gentle light, as if the girl in front of him was the whole world in his eyes.

Suddenly......

A cold breath came from behind him, making Nanxian's face slightly solemn.

Xiao Qing poked out a small head from behind him: "Master......"

"Let's go."

Nanxian picked up Xiaoqing, his eyes looked at the wind not far away again, turned around, and walked in the direction of the outside of the princess's mansion.

……

Outside the house, there is a remote and quiet path, where the white robe of the southern string wins the snow, and slowly stops in the breeze.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man.

The man had a sneer on his face and looked at Nanxian with that rather haughty gaze.

"It's worthy of the Nanxian Son of the Heavenly God Mansion, how did you find me?" The middle-aged man did not run away, and looked at Nanxian with a mocking face.

Nan Xian's face was expressionless: "Your smell and your smell are two extremes, if I am not stupid, it is impossible for me to find out." ”

"Hehe," the middle-aged man sneered twice, "Then when you were in the princess's mansion, why didn't you do it to me?" ”

Nanxian said calmly: "There are three days left, it is my wedding with Tilter, for this wedding, I have been preparing for three months, and I don't allow anyone to disturb her interest during this period." ”

"Hahaha."

The middle-aged man laughed wildly twice, and the laughter was mocking: "It is worthy of being the son of Nanxian of the Spirit God Gate!" My master said, let Nanxian Gongzi go to Lingshenmen as a guest! ”

"What if I refuse?"

"Nanxian Gongzi," the middle-aged man sneered, "Do you remember those two little guys beside Feng Rutian?" One seems to be called Fuchen, and the other is called Qinghan, if you don't go with us, I'm afraid, these two little guys will have their lives! ”

Nanxian's eyes were cold, and the cold air around him became more and more intense, making the whole sky seem a little turbulent and cold.

"The people of the Spirit God Gate who want to move the leaning children?"

He walked slowly towards the middle-aged man, and the wind burst out, lifting his white robe: "Who gave you the courage to move her people?" ”