"Sin, sin!"

Two people came to the front yard of the Iron Sword Gate, and the fat woman chattered, walking all the way and reading all the way.

She...... It's a resentful woman!

At the same time as the arrival of a man, middle-aged, gentle and elegant, snow-white gown, elegant temperament, anyway, belongs to the very attractive kind.

That's right, these two people are the great monk and the funeral night, and I don't know if it was for a reason or deliberately played.

The great monk was dressed as a ...... on the night of the funeral A chubby woman, with heavy makeup, like a ghost.

So he scolded all the way, he deliberately blurred his speech, he raised the scale.

He scolded and said that he was spending the night of the funeral, and he couldn't die well, and when he wanted it, he boiled and fried it, and cut it with a thousand knives......

It's very awkward, even the great monk himself vomited when he saw his appearance.

In the front yard, you are filled with heroes from all walks of life on both sides, and a two-meter-wide road is vacant in the middle.

Spread the red carpet and sprinkle flowers.

There are so many people, but why do you think the atmosphere is not lively?

Directly above the high hall sat two people, a man and a woman, about forty or fifty years old.

The man's national character face is not angry and self-assured.

The woman's plump and graceful face is full of wealth and wealth.

This is the head of the Iron Sword Sect, a generation of grandmasters, a very bullish character, much more powerful than the gang predators like Wu Ziyan.

There were also many people sitting on both sides of the high hall, men and women, old and young, all kinds of people.

These should all be the high-level leaders of the Iron Sword Gate, either they are high-level cultivators, or they are related to each other.

"Salute!"

He shouted loudly, long and long.

The bride and groom walked side by side, not walking step by step to the high hall, to the ...... The grave of marriage.

"Tang Shishi?" The funeral night was a little unexpected and a little confused.

He felt that the bride was Tang Shishi, her back was the same as last night, she liked to be cold, but she was full of affection.

This is a very complicated appearance, a feeling that you feel like a ghost when you see it on the night of the funeral.

Tang Shishi had a good influence on him, but the temperament that was unintentionally exposed was also very cold.

Somewhat...... Murderous feeling.

The big monk grabbed his arm and asked him in a low voice, "Donor, do you want to rob your relatives?"

Funeral Night was stunned, he didn't know why he took a step, maybe it was to see more clearly, or he wanted to bless her up close!

The funeral night was very tangled, and I didn't know why I was like this.

In fact, since Tang Shishi appeared, the funeral night had a special feeling for her.

Déjà vu, but inexplicable!

Tang Shishi had a kind of magic that attracted him, and for no reason, even on the night of the funeral, he wondered why he felt this way about an NPC.

This is...... Is it the reason why you have been single for a long time?

But this kind of love is too deformed, isn't it?

What do I think?

The funeral night is funny, I think it's incredible, I actually have an emotional relationship with an NPC?

"Isn't it beautiful!" a female voice suddenly came to her ears, and she woke up from her thoughts on the night of the funeral, and turned her head to see that it was Sakurako.

Funeral Night turned his head and pretended not to know her, he was not the identity of Funeral Night now!

"Heh!" Sakurako smiled faintly, and then grabbed the funeral night, twisted hard, twisted down, and drank wine.

What the hell, Miss Ben is desperately trying to save you, and now you're out of trouble, pretending not to know me?

"It hurts, let go!"

Sakurako held the sword in her other hand and shook it in front of him, meaning what can you do if you don't let go?

I had to beg for mercy on the night of the funeral, eating people with short hands, taking people with short hands, after all, I saved myself, no matter what the purpose was, at least it has not been exposed yet.

You can't cross the river and tear down the bridge on the night of the funeral, unless the lions and tigers running from the opposite side are wielding powerful ghosts.

In short, before others show malicious intent, the funeral night generally does not take the initiative.

"How did you recognize me?" asked Funeral Night.

Sakurako smiled and glanced at the big monk twice, he was still holding the pig's trotters and gnawing on it, so he took the ...... Just take the appearance......

Sakurako didn't want to continue, and she didn't want to look at the big monk, it was too spicy.

"Dogs can't change their!" Funeral Night shook his head, a little disgusted with the great monk.

If Sakurako is an enemy, that's the end of it.

She ...... Is it pretty?" Sakurako asked Funeral Night with an eerie smile.

"Beautiful!" Funeral Night nodded, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

"Then do you say she's pretty or I'm pretty?"

"It's all beautiful!" Funeral Night didn't want to say that, but Sakurako habitually measured the sword in her hand again.

This is a woman with very violent tendencies.

"If I were asked to choose one, who would you choose?" Sakurako asked again.

The funeral night was stunned, isn't this embarrassing?

Wouldn't it be better to take both of them, so why bother to choose?

But I don't dare to say that on the night of the funeral, and I'm embarrassed to say that he is actually a person who blushes when he sees girls, and his chastity is still there.

"Don't you hate me very much?"

"I hate you I hate you, and it's your choice who you choose, these two things don't conflict. ”

On the night of the funeral, I also wanted to say, "I'd better choose you!

But your motives are not pure, God knows if you are a painter.

The funeral night is still tangled, the wedding is still going on, the firecrackers are ringing, and the bride is about to step into the iron sword door and the door opens.

It also means that from then on, she is no longer free, she has become a human wife, and she must serve her husband.

But at that time, firecrackers rang out, and some guests tore off their disguises and rushed towards the high hall with their snow blades.

On the night of the funeral, I found that there were several such people around me.

Blood-stained weddings correspond to lanterns, both in red, but one represents joy and the other represents death.

"The wind is blowing!" the pig's trotters in the mouth of the great monk fell to the ground.

Sakurako didn't continue to dwell on the question of who to choose on the funeral night, this wasn't jealousy, it was purely for fun.

Because she likes to watch the funeral night make a fool of himself, and she likes to watch him get entangled, even if she knows that sometimes he pretends to be.

The three of them retreated, kept retreating, and it was not something they could participate in.

"Look for death!"

The head of the Iron Sword Gate smashed the square table with a slap, at that moment he was arrogant, and at that moment he was looking at the world.

The elite high-level people in the room all stood up, their swords not leaving their bodies, they were ready to kill the enemy.

The young master of the Iron Sword Gate looked dazed, I didn't expect that a good wedding would suddenly change and suddenly shed blood.

He instinctively wanted to protect his bride, but the dagger in the bride's hand stabbed him in the abdomen.

"I'm sorry!" said the bride guiltily.

The groom was stunned, he was really stunned, he thought that someone would come to stir up the situation, he knew that the business done by Tiejianmen was not glorious, and he also knew that his elders, and even himself, had offended many people in the rivers and lakes.

often walk at night, how can there be a ghost that does not hit a ghost.

But what the young master didn't expect was that the ghost he hit this time would be his wife who was about to pass through the door......

(End of chapter)