Mo Xiaomo looked away, stopped looking at him, paused for a while, and said: "After three days, you will marry, and I will marry, well, just right, just right." ”

……

Three days later.

Demon Valley, Demon Cult.

Since the early morning, there has been an endless stream of guests who have come to congratulate them. Coupled with the martial arts alliance leader Qing Lan, the upcoming arrival of the welcoming team, the lively scene is needless to say.

On such a festive day, the flowery backyard, the Lanxin Pavilion, is a little cold.

Mo Yeqing was dressed in the groom's red wedding dress, sitting in the pavilion, looking at the small courtyard where the red silk was hanging at the four corners, and smiled bitterly.

She's going to get married, marry someone else.

She's leaving, getting out of here, out of his side......

But who did he complain about? It was him, he was the one who pushed her away. But, but, but what?

After a while, Mo Yeqing got up, kicked the wine jar at the bottom of his feet in a daze, and staggered forward.

What is she doing? He just looked at it once, and looked at it for the last time, and after today, she was his sister, and she could only be his sister, so just take a look, just take a look.

When he walked into the small courtyard, he didn't find a single person, he frowned, walked a few steps quickly, and when he reached the door, his steps paused.

He hesitated, but pushed the door open.

He looked around the room, failing to see the person he was looking for, and took a few hurried steps inside.

In front of the window, I saw a girl in a red wedding dress kneeling on the soft couch, her face flushed.

Mo Xiaomo doesn't know, what's wrong with her? This morning, she drank the antidote decoction, and her head was not clear, and she was a little confused about what to do.

Now she only feels as if her body is being roasted on a fire, and the blood in her whole body seems to have a signal, and the blood is surging straight and burning her brain is a little bad. When she opened her eyes, she couldn't see clearly, where it was, and the moisture made her a little depressed.

Mo Xiaomo shook her head, tearing the heavy wedding clothes on her body indiscriminately, wanting to relieve the anger on her body, but found that it was useless, she stood up slowly, wanted to go to the table, pour a cup of herbal tea, and sober her mind, but when she touched the teacup, she fell to the edge of the soft couch, and the slightest pain made her pull back a meter of thought, she was drugged.

Before her brain was awake for half a second, she was forced to be even less awake by another round of high fever, what should she do now? She bit her lip tightly and forced herself to wake up, but it was useless for the grasshopper to shake the tree.

Mo Yeqing hurriedly walked to the soft couch and took her into his arms. Probing her hand to her hot face. Looking at her disheveled clothes, his eyes flashed, he picked her up with a long sigh, and left the small courtyard quickly.

Just when Mo Xiaomo thought that she was about to die of blood flowing backwards, she felt a cold thing encircling her in her arms, she sighed and rubbed forward.

The cold hand shrank back as if it was a little resistant. She snorted twice in dissatisfaction, and tried to open her eyes, and what caught her eyes was a vague figure, dressed in a red robe, although she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but the familiar made her feel a little relieved.

However, the fire in his body was suppressed for a while, and finally even a trace of reason was burned clean. She trembled, clinging to the trace of coldness, and leaned forward desperately, in a daze, as if she heard a familiar voice in her ear and said calmly: "Allure, if you go further, don't regret it." ”