His figure flipped several times in the air in succession, finally escaping the tracking of the fragments.

He floated down on a piece of bluestone, and when he looked up again, his fingers suddenly clenched!

God Jiuli!

It's God Jiuli again!

Is the soul of this god Y gone?!

Shen Jiuli stood not far away in white clothes, his face was as heavy as water, his eyes were like the sea in the dark night, calm on the outside, and turbulent on the inside.

As soon as Ning Xuemo saw him, her heart beat wildly, she opened her mouth, and the words 'great god' almost blurted out.

In addition to breathing a sigh of relief, joy, excitement, sadness, grief, resentment...... All kinds of emotions were intertwined into a torrent in her heart, and even she couldn't tell what mood she was feeling at the moment.

She stood there, forgetting for a moment how to react.

Shen Jiuli glanced at her, this glance was like ice and snow, which made Ning Xue Mo shiver, and those joys and excitement ran halfway--

"Shen Jiuli, what are you doing again? Be our wedding witness? After the initial shock, Xue Yilan finally reacted.

"Where's the wedding?" Shen Jiuli said coldly.

Xue Yilan: "......" The Xitang he carefully arranged has been blown to the point that there is not even a piece of slag left.

"Shen Jiuli, what if you destroy my happy hall? She and I have already visited the church! She's already my wife......" Xue Yilan wanted to pull Ning Xuemo over as soon as she raised her hand.

Before Ning Xuemo could react, Shen Jiuli's sleeves flicked, and the thin line in Xue Yilan's palm was cut off at the waist before Ning Xuemo's arm could be pulled.

Ning Xuemo also took a step back, her eyebrows frowned when she heard Xue Yilan's words, and she was about to say that he was talking nonsense, but when she raised her eyes, she was facing Shen Jiuli's eyes.

"Ning Xuemo, did you visit him in the church?" Shen Jiuli's voice was like a stream of ice, blowing cold people's hearts.

Especially the three words 'Ning Xuemo' were even more hard and warm.

The figures of Shen Jiuli and Yun Xi leaning on each other flashed in Ning Xuemo's mind, her heart was blocked, her arms were hugged, she leaned on a big rock and didn't speak, and ignored Shen Jiuli's question.

Does it have anything to do with who she worships with him?

Shen Jiuli's face is even worse!

He rushed two games in a row today, and it was still two happy halls!

But I haven't seen her for a few days, and she almost visited the church with two men! Can't she settle down?!

Xue Yilan keenly felt the turbulent undercurrent between the two people, and was happy in her heart: "Momo, come here, you are already my wife, don't be afraid of him anymore." ”

Ning Xue Mo glanced at Shen Jiuli, his face was about to rain to come, the sky was even more obscure, and the fog around him was thicker.

"She's not your wife! The disciple of my god Jiuli will never marry a demon! Shen Jiuli opened his mouth word by word, and suddenly waved his sleeves, and Ning Xuemo, who was standing next to him and watching from the wall, suddenly covered his body with a cover.

Hey?!

What is it?

At this moment, Ning Xuemo felt like she was locked in a transparent bottle.

She was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched the wall of the cover, which was also as slippery as a bottle......

"Let her go!" Xue Yilan was furious and pounced on him, and a shining golden light smashed directly on the cover.

"Poof!" There was a muffled sound, the golden light disappeared, and the hood didn't even move.

"Shen Jiuli, we have already worshipped, even if you don't admit it, she is also my wife! You can't break us apart! Xue Yilan was furious.