Everyone present was amazed, especially its graceful lines, which are easy to make people think about it, and with the dazzling tassel brocade on his body, and a red belt embroidered with stamens around his waist, it is lifelike, and between his steps, it is like a dragonfly dotting water, light and elegant.

Judging from its outfit, it must be the bride that the Beast King of Honjue will marry.

Fan Chuan deliberately looked at it a few more times, and suddenly there was an extremely complex emotion in his heart, I don't know why, Fan Chuan's heartbeat began to speed up, and the immortal qi in his body was even more surging up and down, although Fan Chuan restrained it, it was still difficult to completely hide, but fortunately, there were eleven immortals present at the moment, and Fan Chuan's trace of immortal energy was not enough to be discovered by the immortals.

After the so-called bride walked out of the side room of the main hall, she saw that the beast king began to get excited, and hurriedly ran to the bride, wanting to reach out to help, but was left aside by the bride.

The Beast King didn't feel that he had lost face, but instead looked at everyone present with a red face, including the eleven immortals, and then laughed and said, "Haha, I've kept you waiting, I've been happy for you today!"

The Oblivion Demon Venerable took the lead in catering: "Congratulations again to the Beastmaster!"

The beast soldiers chimed in: "Congratulations to the beast king!"

However, the eleven immortals turned a blind eye and did not speak, just staring coldly at everything in front of them.

And Fan Chuan's eyes never left the bride, but that familiarity made Fan Chuan afraid, afraid that what he thought would be true, and from the bride's tangled steps, Fan Chuan became more and more afraid.

At this time, an ethereal sound suddenly sounded outside the hall, and Fan Chuan knew that it was the sound of the strangely shaped wooden stake crashing, however, after the ethereal sound of the wooden stake, there were beast soldiers outside the hall shouting at the top of their voices: "The auspicious time has come!

As the shout fell, the beating of gongs and drums and the ethereal sound of the stake sounded outside the hall again, as if they were struggling to celebrate everything in front of them.

The Beast King of Benjue also chose a sedan chair surrounded by everyone, and sat on it, while the bride slowly walked to another sedan chair under the urging of the three beast commanders.

Fan Chuan didn't know why, he actually had an urge to rush up, but Fan Chuan himself didn't know why this impulse came from, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in the bride not far in front of him.

And just when Fan Chuan was struggling in the entanglement, the bride had already walked to another sedan chair, but the bride stopped and didn't seem to want to enter the sedan chair.

But in just a moment, one of the three orc commanders behind him impatiently pushed the bride, trying to use the force of the push to push her into the sedan chair.

It was precisely because of this pushing force that the red cloth covering the bride's cheeks slipped quietly.

From Fan Chuan's point of view, I just saw the bride's cheeks, as well as the bride's tearful eyes, as well as the tear-soaked hair, and the cinnabar on the lips that were stained with tears.

Fan Chuan was stunned at this moment, his legs were trembling unconsciously, his head was empty in an instant, but there was an incomprehensible burning in his dull eyes, but if the scene was quiet, he could clearly hear the sound of Fan Chuan gritting his teeth, as well as the sound of "creaking" bone joints under the clenching of his fists.

This so-called bride turned out to be Wan Ling, who Fan Chuan had been looking for for a long, long time.

From Wan Ling's tears, Fan Chuan saw helplessness, sadness, and pain. And from Wan Ling's thin cheeks, Fan Chuan can't see the look of the past, he can't see the cuteness of the past, and he can't see the innocence of the past. Some are just the pain left over by the years, and the helplessness of self-destruction.

Fan Chuan's heart is like a knife, just like the moment Sakura Bai left, but this successive pain made Fan Chuan's heart almost numb, but the deep guilt also told Fan Chuan all the time that he was not a decent man, and a woman who could not protect himself was the biggest sinner.

Fan Chuan's mind began to quickly turn over Wan Ling's past appearance, the innocence, beauty and touching, cute and gentle when he was in the Night Moon Gate, but compared to Wan Ling, who had already cried into tears in front of him, it was like two people, and Fan Chuan imposed all this changed sin on himself.

That deep sense of guilt, guilt, and the excitement of finally seeing Wan Ling all converged in Fan Chuan's heart, causing the immortal qi in Fan Chuan's body to flutter like a river and a sea at this moment, and unconsciously, Fan Chuan's eyes had slowly turned blood red.

At this moment, in Fan Chuan's eyes, there was only Wan Ling alone, and the others were all air.

However, at this time, because of the recklessness of the beast soldier commander, he fell off the red cloth covering Wan Ling's cheeks, which was an offensive faux pas, and in this and the public, I saw that the beast soldier commander hurriedly knelt down on one knee in front of the sedan chair of the Beast King, and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Beastmaster, the subordinates are unintentional, please surrender the Beast King!"

And the Honjue Beast King, who had not yet pulled down the curtain of the sedan chair, naturally saw all this, and shouted fiercely: "Hurry up and go down to this king!

The reprimanded beast commander hurriedly got up and walked towards Wan Ling, trying to forcibly stuff Wan Ling into the sedan chair, at this time, Fan Chuan couldn't bear it, or rather, Fan Chuan couldn't bear it anymore.

"Get the hell out of my !!"

Fan Chuan was like a volcanic eruption, his arms were stretched out at the same time, and he shouted at the sky, and at the same time, the immortal qi was like a real dragon in the world, across the entire hall, and the pressure of the Dao Dao like a lightning strike pierced the hundreds of beast soldiers around Fan Chuan one after another, and those beast soldiers were like a few sedan chairs beside Fan Chuan, and they were instantly shattered by the immortal qi.

The air was filled with sawdust and flesh.

Due to the excessive immortal qi released by Fan Chuan, the entire hall also had a strong shaking, but the eleven immortals also immediately showed the appearance of a royal battle, although they were restrained by Fan Chuan's immortal qi pressure and retreated a few steps, but they all hurriedly pulled out their immortal qi to make a move.

At the same time, the veil on Fan Chuan's face slowly fell to the ground.

"Van ...... Van Chuan!"

At the moment when Wan Ling saw Fan Chuan, it was as if he had gotten a trace of air from the deep seabed, as if he had seen light from the dark hell, and shouted Fan Chuan's name with a very crying voice, and at the same time picked up the long skirt of the tassel with both hands and ran towards Fan Chuan.

When he ran in front of Fan Chuan, Wan Ling had already cried and fell into Fan Chuan's arms, but just a moment, Wan Ling withdrew his body again, and his cold hands kept stroking Fan Chuan's body, feeling Fan Chuan's chest, feeling Fan Chuan's cheeks, and finally touching Fan Chuan's long white hair.

"Van ...... Fanchuan, really ...... Is it really you? I'm not dreaming, are you......? What's wrong with your hair? I miss you so much, I miss you so much...... You, Ling'er really misses you so much, Ling'er is so scared...... Woooooooo ”

Wan Ling is like an extremely helpless child, regardless of any image, she just wants to hold Fan Chuan firmly, and tell Fan Chuan that she is sad to hear about her loneliness and helplessness over the years.

Fan Chuan held Wan Ling's cold little hand with one hand, wiped Wan Ling's tears with the other, and said in a choked voice: "Ling...... Ling'er, I'm sorry, I ...... I'm late. ”

When the words fell, Fan Chuan's tears fell instantly, and the teardrops were like rain, which was difficult to stop.

Seeing Fan Chuan crying, Wan Ling was even more sad to hold Fan Chuan's cheek, biting her lip constantly, the previous helplessness dissipated a lot, but there was more distress and deep love in her eyes.

"Ling'er, I'...... I miss you so much, I've always thought about it, I've always ......" Fan Chuan couldn't speak, his tears burst into his eyes, and he hugged Wan Ling tightly in his arms.

Wan Ling could feel Fan Chuan's heartbeat accelerate, and Fan Chuan could also feel Wan Ling's delicate body trembling.

"I ...... I didn't have a dream, did I? Fan Chuan, this is not a dream, is it?" Wan Ling, who was hiding in Fan Chuan's arms, still couldn't believe it.

Fan Chuan gently patted Wan Ling's back and said softly: "No, no, it's not a dream, it's me, it's Fan Chuan, I'm here to save you." ”

"Well...... Well, Fan Chuan ......" Wan Ling was also sad and excited and speechless, just blindly feeling the temperature in Fan Chuan's chest, in order to relieve his coldness over the years.

However, while Fan Chuan and Wan Ling's warmth was continuing, there was an untimely roar of the Honjue Beast King behind him.

"Who are you, how dare you plunder the king's wife!" said the Beast King with his eyes wide open.

However, Fan Chuan and Wan Ling didn't pay attention to Rigpa, but Wan Ling was still hiding in Fan Chuan's arms and whispered, "Fan Chuan, I don't want to ...... Marry him, he forced me, I have been waiting for you. ”

Fan Chuan gently patted Wan Ling's back again, and said softly with the same gentleness: "I know, I know everything, don't say it." ”

At this time, the Benjue Beast King saw that Fan Chuan didn't care about him, but he was even more angry and said: "Presumptuous!

At the sound of an order, the only hundreds of beast soldiers left in the hall surged towards Fan Chuan, but seeing that the pace of all the beast soldiers was indeed extremely slow, and everyone was afraid of their own danger, after all, when those beast soldiers were crushed just now, they all saw it with their own eyes.

"Can't you hear it all?Hurry up and take it down for the king!Kill the feared!" the Beastmaster ordered again.

Those beast soldiers, who were like ants in the fire, began to swarm towards Fan Chuan as if they had an iron heart.

However, just after the beast soldiers were about to touch Fan Chuan's body, they saw Fan Chuan suddenly turn his head and stare at the hundreds of beast soldiers and roared, "Get out!"

With an angry shout, countless immortal qi poured out one after another, like sharp blades, stabbing the bodies of the hundreds of beast soldiers one after another.

Almost at the same time, the bodies of the hundreds of remaining beast soldiers in the hall all burst to death in an instant.

Seeing this, the Beast King widened his eyes in horror, but after only a moment, the Beast King reacted again, and he went outside the hall, trying to summon some more beast soldiers to capture Fan Chuan.

But at this moment, the eleven immortals dodged and moved, blocking in front of the Benjue Beast King, and the bearded immortal among them said lightly: "Benjue Beast King, don't shout, it's death to shout, he is an immortal, leave it to us!" ......

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