Qianhua's heart was as painful as a knife, and her anger was ignited by the endless ridicule. What was burning was all her own underestimation of the enemy and stupid mistakes. Nangong Xiaoxiao, who stood with her head bowed in the corner, was like a delicious stuffing. Qianhua ended up in such an embarrassing situation because she ate her. Little did she know that the person who made this pie had some ulterior motive to torture herself like this!
Nan Liyue's second marriage robbery was more terrifying than Hange's impulsiveness. Hange was upright when he dared to take action. However, Nan Liyue's claws used insidious tricks, and every move tore apart the fallen. A thousand flowers’ dream!
How could Qianhua not imagine Mo Yunye's fate now—
The ghost king was trying to steal the marriage, but failed due to the effective defense in heaven. Hange couldn't grab Qianhua and left angrily. Mo Yunye rushed to the sedan chair, pulled the bride over and asked if she had been frightened. The bride was stiff and motionless, even more so. Mo Yunye remained silent for a while, fearing that she was so frightened that she seriously injured her body. He ignored the rules and etiquette and hurriedly lifted the hijab to see what was going on. However, it was Lingxi who was innocent and helpless, her cheeks wet with tears. A bolt from the blue suddenly struck Mo Yunye. Ye was shocked and turned pale. He slapped Lingxi awake with a strong palm and asked her where Qianhua was. Lingxi knelt down and cried: "Fairy Qianhua... it was the wedding dress that Fairy Qianhua changed for me, but she and a demon... I don't know. Where to escape..."
"I don't know where to escape... Huh! I don't know where..." Mo Yunye sneered, but it was so miserable. Why didn't he know where she was fleeing to, and where else could she escape with "a demon"
In the devil's world, the hatred of your wife is irreconcilable!
In front of many immortals who were stunned and lamenting, Mo Yunye could only suppress his anger and not let it out. However, in his eyes that were as gentle as jade, there was a ruthless hatred, sweeping everything, fierce and endless...
Luo Qianhua's pair of crystal clear eyes suddenly burst into tears. Large pieces of jade were smashed on the bright and moist mutton-fat white jade floor of the Demon Realm Hall, shattering into wounds that could not be healed...
The man in gray robe was still trembling with flowers and laughing uncontrollably. When he heard Qianhua's silent sobs gradually turning into roaring hoarseness, his smile suddenly froze and his body stiffened. Nan Liyue's eyes settled down, looking at Luo Qianhua. In the calmness, the unknown chaos slowly dispersed with the coldness...
Qianhua's crying was really like "the pear blossoms are raining with rain, and the sky is clattering."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Home... I want to go home! I want to go to heaven and marry the Heavenly King... to be a queen, an immortal, with boundless power! Woo woo woo... ah woo ah woo... "
Like a child who had been robbed of fruit, he stood upright, roaring to the sky, tears falling, his hands wiping left and right, unable to wipe away the turbulent waves that burst the embankment. For a moment, Nan Liyue beside him suddenly She was stunned and at a loss, pursed her lips and frowned, struggled several times, and finally stepped forward, wanting to comfort her coldly, but unexpectedly, Luo Qianhua stopped crying in an instant, spun around, and circled behind Nan Liyue. , at the same time, a thorn as sharp as a blade quickly pressed against his throat.
"Don't let anyone come here! Otherwise I will pierce his throat!" Qianhua shouted, without stopping, slowly retreating towards the entrance of the hall.
Because of Nan Liyue's tall stature, it was very difficult for Qianhua to hold him hostage like this. She raised her arms high and stood on her toes tremblingly. While walking with great difficulty, she had to pay attention to the movements around her. However, except for a few small monsters, she did not dare to move wildly. In addition, the other demons, especially the gray-robed man who was still sitting with his legs crossed on the demon chair, showed no fear at all, as if Nan Liyue's life or death had nothing to do with him. (To be continued)