The fat aunt looked at her with a smile, "Girl, do you also fall in love with the kid next door?" ”

Xiaolan snorted, "No, I didn't like it." Then he ran away with his little face covered.

The fat aunt smiled, wondering if she should find a matchmaker to talk about.

Sangqi is so lively here, Mo Zhuyue doesn't stare at it all the time.

She's been so busy lately that she doesn't even have time to look at Sangi.

Sang Qi can't cultivate immortals, but he definitely can't cultivate demons, and Mo Zhuyue doesn't want him to die like this.

He grew up with her and accompanied her to the throne of God, he shouldn't have ended up becoming a mortal and dying alone.

Mo Zhuyue was looking for a way for him to change his life.

There are still people blocking the door of Sangqi every day, and matchmakers in bright red clothes gather together to compete for beauty.

There is no way, the master gives too much silver, and he must say that this family business must be said to be a family matter.

But today came an arrogant matchmaker, she knocked on Sangqi's door loudly, and shouted, "I am the matchmaker entrusted by the Zhao family's girl, and the Zhao family's girl has a deep love for her son, so it's better to see her son." ”

Sang Qi sneered, and the love was deep-rooted? It's really insulting to the word love root.

The matchmaker relied on the fact that she was invited by Miss Zhao, and she was very arrogant, and she couldn't wait to knock a hole in the door, "I also asked the son to come out and talk about it." ”

Where did the other matchmakers dare to fight, they all stood by and watched, speculating whether the people inside would come out.

According to what they have learned in the past few days, this son is a fascination, but his temperament is very cold and a little scary.

As expected, the other party still closed the door, and as a result, no one was even seen.

Early the next morning, there was a sound of cramped footsteps outside, and Sangki opened the door to see a group of attendants gathered around the door.

The person who started the head was obviously stunned when he saw Sang Qi, probably marveling at how a man could be so good-looking.

Then he was fierce, "My girl said, please invite the son into the house in three days, and ask the son to bathe and change clothes in advance, and prepare well." ”

Sang Qi's eyes were cold, "Miss Zhao? ”

"It's Miss Zhao."

"What if I don't go?"

The man scoffed, "Then we can only tie up Childe." ”

Sang Qi sneered, a group of people warned, and left in a hurry.

Xiaolan stood timidly and watched, "Are you really going to Zhao Mansion?" ”

Sang Qi asked her with interest, "You've seen it all, what can I do?" ”

Xiaolan was speechless, the Zhao family was powerful in this area, who dared to offend them.

Three days later, in the early morning, Sangi's yard was knocked.

He opened the door, it was not from the Zhao family, it was Xiaolan.

She clutched a sharp scythe in her hand and pretended to be calm, "I'll help you stop them." ”

Sang Qi thought it was funny, "With your small body, you dare to stop them, isn't this looking for death?" ”

Xiaolan clenched her hands, "I can't just watch you being taken away." ”

Sangi licked his lips, "Stupid can." ”

Today, Miss Zhao came to greet Sang Qi in person, and she happened to see Xiao Lan guarding the door of Sang Qi's house like a door god.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Where's the idiot?" Do it. ”

Sang Qi coldly watched as a group of entourages stepped forward and pushed Xiaolan aside, Xiaolan said that he would not leave, and a group of people pushed and shoved, and the sharp sickle slashed at Xiaolan's neck.

Bright red blood and then a large piece of land.

Sang Qi's eyes always fell on Xiaolan's body, as deep as the bottom of a pool.

(End of chapter)