If you can’t love, Wuxi, then hate me—
The veil, which is red as blood, has no wind, and it seems that there is an invisible thing manipulating it. In the huge palace, only a few faint red palace lanterns were on, and the red carpet spreading from under the bed to the outside of the palace could not be seen to the end. The fragrance of the night flowers gradually became rich, and it was still lingering in the nose, but could not go away.
Cui Pan knew that he was walking down a rough road full of thorns and darkness, and he would never go back.
However, he couldn't control himself. Whenever he heard her mention another man's name, he couldn't control it, and the dormant beast broke out of the cage. He is the judge in charge of Yin Law. He is the son of the Ghost King. He has survived for tens of thousands of years, and his only weakness is her.
The only thing that can make him irritable is the man beside her, not him.
He didn't want to go back to the time when he could only silently peep at her and the tall man with a smile, as if the relationship between them couldn't accommodate anyone. He was silently jealous, but God took care of her and sent her to him. This time, he will never let go!
Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, god blocks and kills god! If that man dared to show up, what if he kills him again? !
This happy event that was rare in a thousand years in the underworld has never been done.
Yan Xi did not wear the wedding dress, and was directly pressed into the bridal chamber by Cui Pan.
The old ghost king politely banqueted all the demons and demons who came to congratulate, and the demons danced around the banquet. After sending the full guests away, the old ghost king turned around and pulled his face down.
Although the people in the underworld are not trivial, Cui Pan is his most proud son, and he will inherit his throne in the future. He chooses women himself, he has always had ideas, and he has no idea what to say. But throughout the wedding, the bride and groom as the protagonist never showed up. Instead, his father presided over the banquet for them.
I'm afraid that today's matter will be spread to all over the place within a moment.
Back to the Hall of the Ghost King, I sent someone to call Cui Pan. After three urges and four requests, I learned that this son, who had always acted arbitrarily, directly dragged the bride into the bridal chamber in the temple. It was good for him to directly dispense with the etiquette and customs of the chapel.
The old ghost king endured and endured it for a long time before he took a sigh of relief and waved his hand to disperse.
It seems that for a while, he can't call his rebellious son!
Po Meng sent the last hanged ghost to the Naihe Bridge. She wiped her sweat and turned her head to rest for a while. She raised her eyes and saw a familiar white figure sitting at the table. His appearance remained the same, but she looked much less clear.
She opened her mouth, her voice pouring out of her throat as hoarse as a broken bellows, "Ah, Miss Chinxi..." Before she finished speaking, she smiled and gently opened her mouth, "No, now it should be called Madam. Huh? Hehe, when did you come here, and count it with your fingers. The old man hasn't seen you for a long time. I went to Yangjian for a visit. What's the gain?"
Yan Xi smiled pale, her pale lips were not bloody, she looked down at the dark and dark yellow tea in the thick ceramic bowl, and whispered: "Mother-in-law still likes to joke so much, just call me Wuxi. , Madam, I'm not used to it."
Po Meng was startled, she looked like she was about to fall as soon as the wind blows, she quickly smiled, sighed with kindness, and agreed.
"Then you—" Her heart jumped, and she didn't know how to speak for a while.