Feng Xiaoxun took a breath. Now that he had found Fei Yue, he naturally had no idea of ​​seeking death, and he would not be in trouble with him. He lowered his eyes slightly and half floating on the water and silently activated the Fusion Furious Technique-

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They had been away for so long, but in the wedding room, the red candle was still in high fever, without any sign of shortening.

The candlelight jumped on the faces of the two people, and a trace of ambiguity flowed in the room.

Indra looked down at Feng Qingyu. Under the reflection of the candlelight, her skin as snowy as colored in a faint scarlet color, making her face even more beautiful.

"Qingyu—" He called in a low voice and took her into his arms: "You are finally my wife."

His voice was like a quiet stream, flowing in the wedding room, making Feng Qingyu feel his heart waving. He couldn't help but hold his waist lightly with his back hand, leaning his head against his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, and just holding him like this, he felt that the joy in his heart seemed to be overflowing.

"Master - don't forget me anymore-" she whispered, her tone was slightly choked. Obviously, the amnesia of Indra Shiyin more than 500 years ago made her deeply remember it.

She is not afraid of the sky or the earth, she is only afraid that he will forget her. Such a heart-wrenching experience is enough, and she doesn't want to experience it again.

She stayed with Loli for the past five hundred years, first to punish his scheming of her, and secondly, she was a little scared, afraid that she would give all her body and mind and get the same damage for the second time...

Indra's heart aches. That hurt left a shadow in her heart, but why didn't it stay in his heart?

Although she has been by his side for the past five hundred years, she is very secretive about the past and never mentions it. The more she doesn't mention it, the more she proves that she has not let go, but has just subconsciously escaped. Now she finally said it in his arms, which proves that she has begun to untie the knot in her heart...

He lowered his eyes and kissed her forehead gently, solemnly promising: "Never again!" No one in this world can plot against him.

But in order not to repeat the same mistakes, he used a spell on his soul. Even if one day he is tampered with his memory, he will never forget her. He will always remember that she is his most beloved wife...

His lips were pressed against her forehead, and the warm feeling could almost iron her heart. She pursed her lips and spoke half-true and half-fake: "If you forget me again, I'd just go to drink Mengpo soup and forget you..."

"Don't worry, I won't give you the chance to forget me!" Indra said in a low voice.

His voice was as pleasant as a cello on her lips. Feng Qingyu felt inexplicably panic, and he retreated back and left his control slightly: "Master, we...we haven't had a glass of wine yet-"

Indra's eyes were as deep as wine, and there seemed to be a fire in it. He had been waiting for this moment for five hundred years. Is that ceremony so important?

However, he didn't want to leave any regrets for his little wife. With his sleeves swept, two glasses of wine had appeared out of thin air on his white jade-like palm: "Okay, let's have a glass of wine."

His ability to retrieve objects from a distance was indeed even more powerful! Feng Qingyu had to pick up one of them, tangle his arms, press his forehead against him, and drink the glass of wine...

After a glass of wine, her cheeks were as bright as peach blossoms, making the blood in Indra's chest boiling—
Chapter completed!