"Why is it not small, you can tell ......"

"As far as I know......"

In the bustling small city, countless people in the streets and alleys or disciples of the outer sect of the Jiaye Pagoda are talking about such a grand event today. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

Their consciousness was not high enough to know the benefits of the marriage between the Kaye Pagoda and the Ice Sacred Palace.

However, they knew that their young master, the young lady, was not small, and this family affair was achieved, and they would be even more powerful in the future.

And they, the people who belong to the shelter of the Kayeta, are naturally more able to hold their heads high.

So no one is not happy, no one is unhappy.

But I saw the small city attached to the Naga Ye Pagoda, the red lights were hung high, the lights were colorful, the red silk was paved on the ground, and the gongs and drums were noisy.

It's almost more lively than their own daughters-in-law.

And with the setting sun and the brilliant lights, the small city and the costumed Jiaye Pagoda are more and more joyful and lively.

That team of colorful lions, the opera troupe, enchanting by, colorful chapters.

And in this unprecedented bustle, under the starry sky.

At the gate of the city, a silver-red carriage slowly drove in.

The carriage looks very ordinary, there is no carved dragon painting style, there is no pearl and jade as a curtain, and jade is the base.

But if a discerning person could understand the material of the carriage, the curtain would be decorated with purple spars.

You should know that this small amethyst decoration can be compared to the carriage of the master of any other small country, and I don't know where it is valuable.

Not to mention the real value and luxury of this seemingly ordinary carriage.

The silver wildebeest slowly moved forward, and the carriage creaked in.

The four people next to him rode an ordinary wildebeest, with a cold and solemn face.

Black and red tights wrapped around their muscular bodies, without any fangs and claws and murderous provocations.

However, the killing aura that emerged from the bones engraved four words on them, don't get close to the living.

Behind the four men, the horses were followed by sixteen men dressed in the same costumes.

The same black and red, the same killing aura, the same ruthless as ice.

It was an absolute killing from the Shura field,