"Perfect, does the Great Witch Lord like this gift?" The man in Tsing Yi raised his hand and said with a smile, living in mid-air, leisurely overlooking the underworld.

The woman's golden dancôme nails spilled through the flesh on the back of Bai Meng's hand, and the overflowing blood stained her fingertips red.

Three words popped out of his gums, and the words were grim: "Kill him." ”

Bai Meng was so painful that he was dripping with cold sweat, he didn't dare to disobey, he bowed down to make a move, the man on the roof was obviously far away, but he heard the voice that he had suppressed clearly, and said with a light smile: "The Great Witch Lord is angry, on the day of great joy, how can he have the idea of killing?" ”

When the words fell, he immediately raised his voice again: "The gift has been delivered, the great witch master smiled and accepted, and Xiaosheng retired." ”

Before everyone could react, the figure of that person had quickly disappeared into the night sky bursting with fireworks and no trace.

Only the ten coffins neatly arranged in the center of the courtyard were left, and the big red flowers swayed happily in the wind, and the guests looked at this strange scene and hid far away.

"Are those Guards rice buckets? Such a big movement, what about them? Zhiming couldn't hold back any longer, roared, and the person was so angry that he trembled.

Bai Meng was shocked and strange, ten coffins flew into the Regent's Mansion as if they were walking on the ground, this is not something ordinary people can do, it is more like magic.

It's really magical, the Royal Foresters couldn't stop it, it's actually no wonder that they, she can't see what kind of trick is used.

"Our people have already gone to chase them, don't be angry, you will definitely be able to catch people back." When Bai Meng said this, he didn't believe it.

People who dare to come to deliver the coffin so arrogantly, how can they not have the ability to come and go freely, even if they bury people, they will chase after them, and whether they can catch people is indeed not completely sure.

The red curtain of the big red candle and the red drapery that should have been a jubilant hall has now become this ordinary strange scene, and the stubborn anger is so angry that his chest almost bursts.

If it weren't for the calmness and calmness that she had cultivated for many years at the top of the poor realm, and thinking that tonight was her wedding night with Fo Leng, she would have done it herself just now.

Cutting the gift giver with a thousand knives will not be able to eliminate the humiliation and hatred at this moment.

Bai Meng was afraid that he would get angry and make things out of control, so he hurriedly and cautiously reminded: "Master, it's important that we go to the regent first." ”

Zhi Ming closed his eyes, suppressed the murderous aura, and under the various gazes of everyone, he turned around stiffly and walked towards the Untitled Garden.

Compared with the lively and festive palaces, only one Untitled Garden is still as quiet as ever, without the slightest bit of joy.

Zhi Ming stood still in front of the flower arch, looked up and looked up at the word "untitled" for a long time, the autumn wind was blowing, and the words of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing were extremely dazzling.

She had been to the palace many times before, but this untitled garden was something she couldn't step into, and the Buddha didn't allow it, and he wouldn't see her here.

Even if it was Zai Mune, she could guess that this place must have been the residence of Yun Geci in the past, and now, it is still a pure land.

It only belongs to the pure land of Buddha Leng.

"Bai Meng, you said that if this hall razes this place to the ground, will he turn his face against me?" Zhi Ming suddenly spoke quietly, and there was a lot of sarcasm in his tone.

Bai Meng's back was cold, and he replied stubbornly: "Master, you are about to become the mistress of the palace, how to deal with this, isn't it a matter of your words?" ”

"Really?" Zhi Ming lowered his head slightly, and a sneer rose on his lips: "The mistress of the palace, why can't the main hall feel it?!" ”

Today, at this moment, reason told her that tonight would definitely be a ridiculous dream of hers, but she was already riding a tiger.

He didn't go to the door to respond, she had already entered the house, and the church was about to be worshipped, but he didn't show up, all of which were telling her that maybe, she couldn't do it.

But how could she give up, after planning for so long and using so many means, it finally made him nod and agree to welcome her into the door.

No matter how much humiliation he gave her tonight, how much grievances she suffered, she must finish this church with him, as long as it is over tonight.

She is his wife, Ming Media is marrying, everyone in the world knows, how about him and Yun Geci no matter how amorous? As long as she doesn't die, there's no chance they can.

"Master, don't think about it." Bai Meng didn't know what to say, she followed the attachment all the way, and she knew her obsession with Buddha Leng the most.

This obsession is so terrible that it will never recover, and when I think about it, no matter how others persuade me, I can't listen to it, and everyone can see that the Buddha's cold heart is not in the body of the obsession.

But no one dared to say that she had to get what she wanted.

Zhi Ming suddenly chuckled, shook his head and swept away all the anger on his body, the ridicule on his face quietly dissipated, and he became the calm and elegant appearance in front of him in the past.

"Let's go inside." She took Bai Meng's hand and approached the place where she couldn't step an inch before, and no one stopped her.

In this way, her heart became even heavier, and the night wind blew the beads hanging in front of her forehead, rippling coldly on her face, and her heart became colder and colder.

Isolated from the hustle and bustle of the front yard, the Untitled Garden was cold and silent, like the tranquility of a storm, quietly eroding her heart.

There were two figures under the eaves of the corridor at the end of the pontoon bridge, Wei Yun stood quietly in the shadows, and on the futon under the corridor, the person was meditating quietly.

On his body is the crimson monk's robe, spread out, he sits in it, like a meditated monk in the red lotus, ruthless and desireless, the world has nothing to do with him.

As soon as she saw him like this, her heart thumped fiercely, and she saw him, as before, as if he was about to leave, and he was never fettered.

"Ah Leng." The woman called softly and stood still in front of him.

Sandalwood floats in the copper furnace on the side of the corridor, and the monk who is sitting quietly opens his eyes, and what comes into his eyes is an inch of gilt red dress, which is charming and charming.

He said lightly, "You're here." ”

It seems that he has been waiting for her for a long time, knowing that she will come.

Zhiming's heartbeat was accelerating, and under strong pressure, he said softly: "The auspicious time is coming, why don't you change your wedding clothes?" ”

Yesterday, she personally sent his wedding dress to the palace, and Fo Leng had already accepted it, so she was still overjoyed, thinking that he was really willing.

The wind slowly blew the wind lantern hanging under the eaves of the corridor, and the thin light of the veins fell on Fo Leng's face, and his face was a little pale, sickly weak.

The voice was calm and faint: "Zhiming, I'm leaving." ”

Zhiming's heart trembled violently, he rarely called her name, and every time she heard her name come out of his mouth, she would always have inexplicable heart palpitations.

I can't tell the truth, and there is some panic.

"Ah Leng, tonight is our big day, even if you have something urgent to leave, you should wait for tonight." She pretended not to hear what he meant, and chuckled to herself.