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Chapter 1803 Follow me (twenty-seven)

That was her most familiar voice.

Chu Liuyue suddenly came back to her senses and turned her head to look.

At this time, the door was closed, but it was already bustling outside.

The sound of ritual and music comes ethereal and lingers in my ears.

She heard laughter from many people.

But in the noise of this world, only his voice is clearest.

He said he came to pick her up.

Chu Liuyue stood up and walked towards the door.

She put her hands on the door, her tentacles were slightly cool, but her palm was hot.

She took a deep breath and then gently pushed open the door-

The bright sunshine came in an instant!

She narrowed her eyes slightly and saw a familiar face.

She was slightly stunned.

Rong Xiu is rarely wearing a red robe today.

A black jade belt around his waist easily outlined his waist, making him look wider and narrower and slender.

That face, which was always like a banished immortal, seemed to be stained with some human fireworks at this time, and it became less quiet than the previous coldness.

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

A flash of hot surprise flashed in Rong Xiu's eyes.

The woman in a red wedding dress walked out from behind the gate.

There is a beautiful person, and the graceful and graceful person is beautiful.

One look at the city, and the other look at the country.

That's what I said...it's probably such a beauty?

In fact, many people present had met Chu Liuyue before.

She had an extremely beautiful and unparalleled appearance, but she usually had plain faces facing the sky. Now, her phoenix crown and red robe are carefully dressed up, and instantly makes people feel that she has changed.

There are such women in this world.

When it appeared, everything around seemed to dim.

She is the only one, vivid, bright and brilliant!

The so-called disaster is probably nothing more than that.

Or, a fairy with such a look should not have come to the mortal world.

A year of quiet.

Everyone held their breath and focused, as if they were afraid that they would disturb someone as soon as they spoke.

Chu Liuyue blinked her eyes, and in an instant, thousands of galaxies seemed to surging.

"Rong Xiu."

She called out softly.

Rong Xiu stared at her, as if he wanted to deeply penetrate her like this.

The hot temperature almost made Chu Liuyue’s whole body burn.

After a moment, he finally reached out.

"Yue'er."

Chu Liuyue looked at his hand.

It is wide and powerful, with a thin layer of cocoons covered with palms.

Only she knew how warm this hand was.

She handed her hand over.

Almost immediately, Rong Xiu held her hand tightly.

It seems like I am afraid that the person in front of me will disappear in a blink of an eye.

It was not until he determined the soft and delicate temperature in his hand that he finally felt relieved.

He suddenly came over and whispered in her ear:

"Yue'er is really... very beautiful."

Chu Liuyue's face became slightly warm, but she also felt an indescribable sense of peace and warmth in her heart.

Finally...walked to him.

Rong Xiu held her hand tightly.

"Yue'er, come with me."

......

The wedding ceremony was held in Tongshen Temple.

At this time, there were already a lot of guests in Tongshen Temple.

Almost all figures from various families and sects in the Shenxu Realm have gathered here.

They are all waiting for the two protagonists of today's wedding to come.

In the innermost positions are Shangguan Jing, Shangguan You and Chu Ning, as well as the 36 old men of Ming.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but talk.

"Aren't the above positions left for the elders of both the Holy Son and the Princess? Why did he sit there and become the 36th Old Master Ming? He didn't even recognize the very few people next to him."

"Have you heard that? The leader of Yuntianque has been unconscious after a few days of coming back since the last time. He has not woken up yet! We all know what the background of this saint son is. The leader is unconscious, and the only person who is qualified to sit here is the only one of Ming Thirty-six Old Masters! After all, over the years, he has been regarded as a master and a father to the saint son... "

"What you said makes sense. But where did the three people next to you come from? Could it be... they are the princess' family?"

"This...hey, it's a long story! Did you see the one in the middle? That's the famous Shangguan Jing! The real weapon refining master! I heard that he was the princess's Taizu. And the other two seemed to be the princess' father?"

"I have heard that the princess of Yuntianque was born in the Heavenly dynasty outside the Shenxu Realm, but after many twists and turns, I finally came to the Shenxu Realm... And since these two, since they are both fathers, it is normal to sit here together."

"Normal? The one on the left is a demigod, and the one on the right is actually a fourth-level warrior! Humph, it's hard for such a person to see us on weekdays, but now he is sitting in front of us, more noble than us... This princess is really amazing!"

"You can't say that. Do you see the old man next to you? That's Nan Suhuai - the dean of Lingxiao Academy! He is the princess's master. It is said that he cherishes the princess' apprentice very much, and even becomes doting. Be careful that these words will be heard by him! He will cause trouble again when he turns around!"

Some people disagree.

"So what? Most of the people who come here today are for Yun Tianque's sake! Besides, even if they really hear it, can they still make trouble with us here?"

For a Shangguan Yue?

It's really not worth it.

Nan Su's hand slowly tightened in his sleeves and glanced at the person who was talking.

Shangguan Jing raised his eyes slightly and quickly moved away.

At this moment, the sound of sounds was clearly transmitted, accompanied by the sound of rituals and music—
Chapter completed!
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