The wedding team slowly climbed up, sitting in the wedding sedan chair, and felt a strange change in the center of gravity. Please search () to see the most complete! The fastest update

Shouldn't it be to King Ying's mansion? Why is the direction of the sedan chair diagonally upward? It's weird.

Thinking back to what Zhai Xiying said just now, what does it mean to reach the top?

Chaos, not only is Youruo's heart messy and nervous, but even outside the sedan chair is a commotion.

Youruo was too lazy to use his internal force to listen to the noisy discussions of the people, and walked quietly in the sedan chair, waiting for the red curtain of the sedan chair to be opened.

It should have climbed a mountain, and when the sedan chair gradually stopped, there was a steady footstep outside the sedan chair.

It was Zhai Xiying who was walking slowly towards her, and when she remembered that he was wearing a red wedding dress, compared with her white wedding dress, Youruo couldn't help but smile.

The sedan chair was kicked twice, followed by a big palm reaching in and slowly opening the curtain of the sedan chair.

"Madam, it's time to get off the sedan chair." Originally, the groom carried the bride out of the sedan chair, but the faint white wedding dress was close to her body, and she couldn't open her legs to hook Zhai Xiying's sturdy waist.

Unexpectedly, the groom couldn't carry it, but the groom took the bride out of the wedding sedan chair in the way of a princess hug.

Looking at the groom dressed in red and the bride dressed in white, everyone did not feel weird, but thought it was a good match.

Who said that the wedding dress must be a complete set of red, like King Ying and Princess Ying, one red and one white, which is even more amazing than the traditional wedding.

After being carried out of the sedan chair by Zhai Xiying, Yuruo stared at the church in front of her.

She didn't know, she didn't know, how could there be a church besides a wedding ring!

This is a dream-like church, how did Zhai Xiying do it?

Turning his head to look at the man holding her, how much did this man do behind his back?

The towering church was mysterious, and even the people who followed the wedding party to Xinshan were shocked by the building in front of them.

It is completely different from the architecture of the Moriten Dynasty, so who thinks of such an architectural style?

"It's so unique!"

"No, no matter how special the building is, it's not as good-looking as the two newlyweds today, look at the bride, even the lady in the palace is not as beautiful as the bride!"

"Yes, yes, is she really Lu Youruo?"

"No way, I've seen that ugly girl, she doesn't look like this at all!"

"That's... Who is the bride, Princess Ying? ”

"Who knows?"

"Maybe it's that ugly girl? The eighteenth year of the female college has changed. ”

"Have you heard? Lu Youruo is still a clever boy, do you think it's possible? ”

There are many opinions, and there is a lot of talk about everything. But all this has nothing to do with the two newcomers who are about to enter the church.

The most laughable thing is to get married in the church.

There is no godfather here, standing at the front is a martial artist in a bright yellow monk's robe.

Well, the godfather in the church has been replaced by the monk in the Buddhist temple, and his identity can be justified.

This is not the funniest thing, the funniest thing is what happened when Zhai Xiying carried her to the innermost part of the church.

He gently lowered her body and put her on his side.

The deep voice came from Wu Jue's voice, and if you thought that Wu Jue would say: The bride/groom, whether you are born, old, sick or dead, rich or poor, are you willing to marry/marry each other.

It's a fantasy, but it's...

"Worship heaven and earth."

Master? Dare to ask if you want to bow to the gate of the church?

Zhai Xiying and Youruo bowed to the door of the church.

"Second worship high hall!"

That's the elder who worships Wu Jue? As he did, he bowed respectfully to Wu Jue.

"Husband and wife worship each other!"

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(Markor Literature-)