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"Good".

At the same time, everyone's faces showed the warmest smiles, and their eyes all looked at Yang Xiaofeng and Luo Qingxue who were standing in the center of the hall, and silently sent their most sincere blessings to the man and woman in front of them who were about to officially become husband and wife.

In the eyes of everyone's blessings, Yang Xiaofeng only felt that his blood was surging, and his mood was even more excited.

This was really a sacred and memorable moment, and he couldn't help but look sideways at Luo Qingxue beside him.

At the same time, Luo Qingxue also seemed to look at Yang Xiaofeng with feelings.

Although her face was covered by a bright red hijab, at this moment, she and Yang Xiaofeng clearly felt the throbbing in each other's hearts.

Just like Yang Xiaoxi said, she and him have long been in touch. Or, perhaps, she was completely at one with his.

Today, he and her ten years of acquaintance finally have a future, a new future.

The future is also full of hope and expectations.

On the field, Xie Shan shouted again: "Worship heaven and earth."

"Okay, worship the church", Yang Xiaoxi cheered, if it weren't for the crowd in the hall, I was afraid that she would have jumped up.

Niuniu also pulled Lan Ruye's clothes, and shouted on the side: "Worship the church...... The chapel ......".

"Sister-in-law, come, be careful", Yang Xiaoxi helped Luo Qingxue to turn around slowly, and then, the little girl stepped aside for the time being, looking at her future sister-in-law with envy.

In the hall, Yang Xiaofeng and Luo Qingxue slowly knelt down together, facing the door, and bowed solemnly. After the ceremony, Yang Xiaoxi hurriedly stepped forward and helped Luo Qingxue up.

Immediately, Yang Xiaofeng bowed to the guests on both sides.

"Okay", everyone shouted again, and at this moment, it can be regarded as pushing today's wedding to the climax.

Xie Shan then shouted: "Second worship high hall."

Niuniu also shouted: "Worship the high hall...... Worship the high hall ......".

Turning around, Yang Xiaofeng and Luo Qingxue faced Luo Wenbin this time, knelt down slowly again, and bowed respectfully again.

"Okay, Feng'er, Xue'er, hurry up", Luo Wenbin was in high spirits, with a smile on his face, but his fingers hidden in his sleeve robe were already blue.

Seeing that the salute was over, Xie Shan hurriedly glanced at the disciples on the side.

When Yang Xiaofeng and the others got up, the disciple had already respectfully brought a tea tray over.

Just because when the ceremony is completed, the new aunt needs to offer tea to the old man, which is also the most important etiquette in the wedding.

Yang Xiaofeng took the teacup from the disciple's hand and was about to step forward to present it to Luo Wenbin. However, when he looked up, Luo Wenbin was already standing in front of him and Luo Qingxue.

"Feng'er, come to ......", Luo Wenbin took his daughter's hand and solemnly handed it over to Yang Xiaofeng, a few serious looks suddenly appeared on his smiling face, and instructed: "Feng'er, I officially entrust Xue'er to you today, and you must treat her well in the future."

As he spoke, a few tears gradually appeared in Luo Wenbin's eyes.

It turns out that men also have tears?

Luo Wenbin is naturally no exception.

It's just that as the valley owner of Luoxue Valley, he doesn't know how many ups and downs he has experienced in his life, and he has never seen a tear shed in those desperate moments when life and death hung by a thread when he was young, why is he ...... today?

Perhaps, just because of this moment, he is no longer the valley master of Luoxue Valley who is in charge of the first family of martial arts and holds great power, but just a father.

In fact, as long as he fades away from all other identities, he is just a father. A father who loves his daughter and wants her to live happily and happily. An ordinary, yet ordinary and great father.

"Uncle, I know that I will never let Ah Xue suffer a trace of grievances", Yang Xiaofeng's eyes also poured out a trace of mist and mist.

He held Luo Qingxue's hand tightly and assured Luo Wenbin: "Don't worry, even if I die, I will never let down Ah Xue, let alone forget your entrustment today."

"Okay, good", Luo Wenbin said hello twice in a row. He was still smiling, but his body suddenly trembled.

Was he too excited, or was he actually fearing something?

Last night, the words of the two men in black seemed to be still ringing in their ears.

"Between Yang Xiaofeng and Luoxue Valley, which one to choose, think about it."

Perhaps, he has already made his choice. Or perhaps, there are some things that don't have a choice at all.

However, at this moment, Luo Wenbin suddenly wavered. Facing Luo Qingxue, who was wearing a bride's hijab in front of him, how could he kill Yang Xiaofeng, who was marrying his daughter.

But does he have any other choice?

At this moment, Luo Wenbin fell directly into endless entanglement and pain, however, it was only a moment later, he still made his own choice.

He is the lord of the valley of the falling snow, so he will protect the people of this valley. In life, it is inevitable that someone will sacrifice, and one person's life will be exchanged for the lives of thousands of people, and this transaction is indeed a good deal.

It's just that he ignores an important principle. When a person lives in the world, everything can be traded, but human life cannot be traded.

The life of a thousand people is life, and the life of one person is also life. Life is always the same value, there is no difference in quantity value.

Just when Luo Wenbin was struggling in his heart, Yang Xiaofeng had already picked up the teacup and respectfully handed it to him, and said in a harmonious voice: "Uncle, Feng'er will give you tea."

Luo Wenbin's body was shocked, and he immediately came back to his senses, took the teacup in Yang Xiaofeng's hand with a normal face, took a sip lightly, and then put the teacup back on the plate again, and said with a smile: "Feng'er, the only thing I can't worry about now is Xue'er, today I see that you are finally consummated, I finally got this wish."

Yang Xiaofeng didn't know what to say, so he could only squeeze Luo Qingxue's hand tighter.

Luo Qingxue suddenly felt that Yang Xiaofeng's hand holding her hand was getting tighter and tighter, perhaps, just like Lan said, her weight in his heart had become heavier and heavier, and even became a kind of dependence.

Immediately, the disciple handed the tea tray to Luo Qingxue again. When the ceremony is completed, both husband and wife have to offer tea to their parents.

"I'll come......", Yang Xiaofeng smiled and picked up another cup of tea on the plate again, handed it to Luo Wenbin respectfully again, and said, "Uncle, I still salute you for Ah Xue with this cup of tea."

Luo Wenbin was about to reach out to pick it up, but at this moment, Luo Qingyu coughed dryly and said, "That, Dad, don't forget what you promised me in the morning."

Several people were stunned, obviously it was very inappropriate for Luo Qingyu to come together at this time.

Luo Wenbin was puzzled and asked, "What did I promise you?"

Luo Qingyu was very dissatisfied with his father, and said seriously: "Naturally, I discussed with my father in the morning that I asked Xiaofeng and Xiaoxue to give me tea, could it be that you forgot it so quickly?"

"Ah......", several people were stunned, Yang Xiaofeng was really ashamed of Luo Qingyu's childishness at this time. And Lan Ru, who was standing on the side, had a big mouth and looked at her husband in surprise.

"Brother Qingyu, what are you doing......", at this time, naturally only Yang Xiaoxi came out to speak, she was speechless and said: "Brother Qingyu, when is this, how can you make more trouble than me." If you want to make a tea ceremony, let the eldest brother and sister-in-law respect you later, and then you will have to worship husband and wife...... , uh......".

Before Yang Xiaoxi could say more, her body suddenly shook, and just now, she suddenly felt a strong killing intent, and a cold light seemed to flash in front of her eyes. In the corner of his eye, Luo Wenbin's kind face suddenly became cold and hideous. But in his right hand, which was originally shrunk between his sleeves, he held a dagger half a foot long.

The next moment, the cold dagger, like the death-killing scythe of the god of death, quietly stabbed at Yang Xiaofeng in front of him.