The wedding between Xianjun and Youluo Realm was held with great momentum, as for how the details were publicized, Mu Ziyu, who was sitting in the Luanfeng sedan chair with her head covered, didn't know anything, she could only hear the noisy music in her ears, as if her marriage was all happy by others.

As the hijab shook, Mu Zili held a small brocade box in his hand, and when the hijab hit his face thirteenth, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, reached out and pushed the hijab to the back of his head, supporting his forehead with one hand, upset by the noise outside.

When the marrying team stepped into the Youluo realm, a gust of fragrant wind blew, blowing the curtain of the sedan chair open a gap, Mu Zili looked out through the gap, and saw that the scorching red clouds behind him spread tens of thousands of miles.

Retracting his gaze, Mu Zili glanced at the Youluo Realm outside the sedan chair, and from the moment he stepped in, he was in the long night. The night of the Youluo realm is long and the day is short, sometimes the day is only the time of a cup of tea, but the night is dark and not thorough enough, and the streamer of the sky will shine on the palace of the Youluo realm, shining with sparkling colors.

The faint fragrance of flowers hit between the snorts, and there was a hint of bewitching in the elegance, although Mu Zili did not have much contact with the Youluo Realm, and when he was routine, he had also stepped into it once or twice, although he only touched the edge, but he knew that the Youluo Realm was full of bright red red rhombic flowers.

This red rhombus has been undefeated for many years, and the layers of delicate petals continue to stretch and bloom from the stamens, and then wither, and then bloom again, it seems that in the reflection of Mu Zili, the ground of the Youluo Realm will always be like a layer of bright red blanket, stepping on, the footsteps are very light.

After walking for a while, as the sedan chair slowly stopped, the cheerful music raised the tone again, Mu Zili was sniffing the fragrance of flowers in a stunned gap, the curtain of the sedan chair was gently lifted to the side, and a pair of hands slowly stretched in, the hand was slender and powerful, and the knuckles were distinct, so white that it was a little pale blood, like a stubborn stone cut open and just exposed white jade, and like frost and snow that had frozen for thousands of years and condensed into ice, not stained with earthly turbidity.

With the hand coming in, there are half of the bright red cuffs, the color base and even the brocade embroidery, exactly the same as her wedding dress, Mu Zili raised her eyebrows slightly, stretched out her hand to cover the hijab on her face again, and then reached out to put it in the hand of the white husband who greeted her, only to feel that her old cow arched the tender grass, and the old woman wore new flowers, and she ruined this Ling child in vain.

After a set of cumbersome etiquette, Mu Zili followed the traction of the palace people and entered a spacious room, and the waiters bowed to the ground and bowed a few times before they quietly retreated, leaving two palace maids at the door to listen to the new master's call.

Mu Zili lifted the hijab, let out a sigh of relief, raised his eyes and looked around, couldn't help but nodded, thinking that what others said was good, in addition to the fairy palace hall of Xianjun, the palace in this world can be comparable to the Beihai Crystal Palace, which is the falling platform of this Youluo world, if the crystal palace of Beihai is dreamy and gorgeous, then the falling platform is mysterious and noble, the bead curtain that falls to the ground in front of him is full of colorful brilliance, and the fur of the snowmane beast under his feet reaches the ankles, stepping on it is like stepping on a soft cloud, not stained with dust.

From the furnishings to the structure, Mu Zili suddenly felt that her Divine Monarch Hall was extremely shabby, except for half an acre of dark green bamboo, and a pool of fat carp, there was nothing to take it for.

Anyway, Mu Zili has widened his heart, he has already gone through hardships and entered the immortal class, how can he once again fall into the money that only earthly people fancie, but Mu Zili also has to admit that it seems that the little girl is not as miserable as she thought, although there is a civil strife, but he is also drunk and golden, and lives freely.

That's fine, Mu Zili thought to himself, a noble doll raised in a golden nest, eleven or twelve out of ten, must be a good master.

After turning around, the sound of knocking on the door outside suddenly started, and the soft voice of the palace maid came, "Princess Niangniang, the sweet soup for the newlywed is ready." ”

Mu Zili listened to this title, pondered a few times in his mind, and then remembered that Tilting Ling was the young lord of the Youluo Realm, so she should be the princess of the Youluo Realm with Tilting now, and when Tilting Ling sat in a high position, she could become a queen from a princess.

Princess? Queen? Whatever it is, it is the name of some women's families, Mu Zili couldn't help but sigh, she is going back more and more, and she has become a woman waiting for favor in the harem from a majestic god monarch alone.

Thinking about it like this, Mu Zili felt a little regretful, which was more shameful than regretting the marriage in front of everyone above the Nine Heavens.

Witty for many years, misstepping.

As Mu Zili replied indifferently, the palace maid outside the door came in with sweet soup, and when she raised her eyes to see the new princess sitting on the couch with her head on her head, she put her steps more and more lightly.

A bowl of sweet soup with a few precious dates floating in his hand was handed to him, Mu Zili picked it up, opened a gap in the hijab on the top, blew lightly and was just about to drink it, the moment his lips touched the soup, he suddenly backhanded the palace maid's neck, and at the same time, the sharp blade in the palace maid's hand suddenly stopped when it was only half an inch away from Mu Zili's heart.

With a gaba sound, the palace maid's neck was crooked, the corner of her lips was bloody, and she collapsed to the ground, and she entered the door with the palace maid, and several invisible killers attacked at the same time, with sharp claws and dark arrows and darts sucking cups, and attacked Mu Zili in all kinds of ways.

Mu Zili did not hurry and responded indifferently, thinking that when he killed an ancient demon beast in the cholera world, the demon beast was divided into millions, and she and the soldiers were trapped in it, and in the end, Mu Zili fought with the strength of one person, and the bones behind him were piled up into mountains, and when he took out the heart of the demon beast with his bare hands, he was not panicked, not to mention the current situation, child's play.

The portable weapon was not used, Mu Zili held a bowl carved from white jade, sat in a pile in the room, and the assassin who was screaming again and again, took a sip of the sweet soup with just the right temperature, nodded and said: "It's not poisoned, but there is too much sugar, remember to correct it next time." ”

Perhaps the assassin who said this was heartbroken, wailed, and lost his life.

At the same time, the alarmed guards surrounded him, and Mu Zili saw through the half-open door that the leader was dressed in red, thinking that Ling Xiao'er had come to save the beauty of the hero, so he got down from the pile of corpses with a lack of interest, put the hijab that had been thrown aside on his head again, and sat back on the couch with his duty, holding a bowl that had finished drinking sweet soup in his hand.

After entering the door, he was not surprised to see the corpses on the ground, and when he saw the bride sitting upright with a calm attitude, his eyes fluctuated unconsciously for a moment, and then waved his hand to let the people next to him dispose of the corpses all over the ground.

Either because of the fur of the snowmane beast on the ground, or because of their good training, the guards cleaned up the house with great speed, but there was hardly any sound until the carved door was gently closed, and there was a slight sound, and Mu Ziyu knew that it was cleaned up.

But I don't know why, when there were many people in the house, Mu Zili felt quiet, but now that everyone is gone, when the two of them are left, leaving Tianling and her, Mu Zili feels that the other party's footsteps are stepping on the fur, pressing down the hair, and the sound of sinking into a pit is still in his ears.

Quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva through the hijab, Mu Zili comforted herself, but she was just a hairy boy who did not experience the world, she saw this kind of person without a thousand and eight hundred, there was nothing to care about, such a solution, Mu Zili wondered, is it that she has been single for a long time, and suddenly faced such a white and tender little boy, what kind of lust did she really have?

Probably yes, Mu Zili admitted frankly that they had already practiced etiquette, so even if she did something to him, it was reasonable, but I was afraid that she should be gentle, and not scare the white and pure child.

The footsteps approached her, Mu Zili waited for the dumpling to lift the hijab, but saw the other party's twin good-looking hands reach out again, and took the bowl in her hand, the voice was as clear as a murmuring mountain spring in the empty valley, and it seemed to have a bit of a low level of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea.

"Just eat whatever you want, and don't eat other people's things in the future."

This is a bit like teaching children, and it seems that the care that is still in the duty makes Mu Zi's words turn a few corners in his mouth, vicious and seems to be unscrupulous, gentle and pretentious, and finally "um" in his nose after thinking for a long time, which is a response.

With a "hmm", the other party's breath seemed to be lightly "heh", as if he was laughing, but he didn't seem to be laughing, separated by a layer of red cloth, so that Mu Zi couldn't figure out the other party for a while.

The blanket around her collapsed a little, and the other party's breath suddenly approached, and Mu Zili noticed that Ling Ling was sitting beside her, and then Su Jing held the edge of the hijab in her hand, little by little, and slowly lifted it.

At this moment, Mu Zi seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats, after all, the people next to him were destined to leave some marks in each other's lives, Mu Zi didn't beg much at the moment, just hoped that the other party's roots were red, at least the long ones should be as sloppy as the old moon in the nine heavens, so that she would not feel so obstructive in the future.

As the hands and Mu Zili's gaze moved upward, first the angular chin, then the thin and lightly pursed lips, past the straight nose, a pair of dark ink-stained eyes suddenly met, revealing a little dark red, just like the red rhombic flowers blooming outside the window.

Mu Zili opened his mouth and stayed in these eyes for a moment, as if he also noticed a trace of surprise in the other party's eyes, so he immediately moved his gaze elsewhere, slowed down for a moment and looked back, preemptively, and said, "Are you dumping?" ”

After asking, she felt that she was rude and idiotic in what she said, she could bear the rudeness, but the idiot was a little surprised, but who knew that the other party seemed to be in order to cooperate with her, and asked even more idiotly, "Beishenjun Mu Ziyu, it's you!" ”