"Yes! Who do you think you are? The saint is amazing? Our little uncle is still the number one swordsman in the comprehension mainland, and the most beautiful man in the world! If your saint wants to marry me to Xiaoyaomen, it depends on whether she is worthy or not." Woolen cloth!"
Muyan nodded again and again, leaned closer to Luo Yunxiao and said: "Little uncle, you must not let yourself be married! The tradition of our Xiaoyaomen is to let others marry."
Luo Yunxiao raised her hand and knocked a grain on her head, and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
His tone was not kind, but there was an indelible tenderness in his eyes.
Others may not see it.
But Luo Lan, who had been watching Luo Yunxiao all the time, could see it clearly.
The joy when she just found out that Luo Yunxiao was Muyan's Junior Martial Uncle, all of a sudden dissipated.
Her heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle, and it hurt faintly.
And Luo Yunxiao's hand kept moving forward, without any intention of taking it back.
He didn't want to accept Yayun's proposal at all.
In other words, he never even thought about marrying himself.
Just like in the ruins back then, he never put himself in the eyes.
Luan Lan's eye sockets were moist and hot.
This is the first time she likes a man.
I thought the taste of love was sweet.
But it turned out that it was so sour and bitter.
Luo Lan took a deep breath, forced back the damp heat that reached her eye sockets, and reached out to take the dead stone in Luo Yunxiao's hand.
Yayun's face was extremely gloomy.
Her cheeks were hot, as if someone had slapped her hard.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Young Master Yunxiao, what do you mean? Do you think my saintess in Mu Le Pavilion is not worthy of you?"
Luo Yunxiao said indifferently: "Thanks to the great love, but I have no intention of it."
"you!"
"Yayun, that's enough!" Lao Lan shouted in a hoarse voice, holding the dead stone tightly, "Let's go!"
"Wait for the saint!" Qu Guangquan suddenly said, "Even if the holy stone has been returned, these blasphemers have not been dealt with yet. This is a great hidden danger for the entire Hokuriku..."
Luo Lan paused, turned around and looked.
The optical network on the villagers of Yuanwu Village disappeared after the music stopped.
But the ruthlessness of the people in Ruo Lan and Mu Le Pavilion just now left a deep impression on them.
Seeing Luo Lan looking over at this time, these villagers immediately hid behind Muyan in panic.
Qu Guangquan took a step forward and said coldly: "The holy stone has been returned, but the blasphemers must also be removed."
Just now, seeing her saintess being humiliated and rejected, Yayun was holding back her anger.
Hearing the words, he immediately took out the pipa, and said coldly: "Everyone from Xiaoyaomen, will you continue to cover up these blasphemers and add chaos to our Hokuriku?"
Muyan felt that the hem of her clothes was suddenly clenched by a small hand.
Clinging to her small body, it kept trembling.
Xiaoai grabbed Muyan's clothes, raised her head and looked at her in distress: "Sister Fairy, I... are we really blasphemers? Should we really die?"
The little girl still doesn't know what a blasphemer is, but she knows that in Beilu, it is an existence that everyone shouts and beats, and everyone wants to kill.
Muyan reached out to stroke her hair, and said softly: "Of course not, there have never been any blasphemers in this world. You are just sick."
The little girl's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again: "However, people in the tribe say that the saint is supreme and the messenger of God. We have always believed in and revered the saint. My biggest wish is to be a maid in the Holy Maiden Hall."