939 God gives marriage

In fact, the problems of the gods were much more serious than Tang Wanqiu imagined.

The God King's Mansion has long been controlled by Phoenix. Even Liang Bo has become a major criminal who persecuted His Highness the God King. In other words, they cannot enter the God King's Mansion at all, nor can they see the God King himself.

Moreover, except for Liang Bo and Luo Bing, no one doubted that the God King had any problems.

The people of the gods were even relieved and grateful that their king could fall in love with the saint after being injured.

Because they all knew that the God King was thinking about his ex-saint and did not like the current saint. Now, when they saw them, the king finally gave up the former saint who had passed away for eighteen years and accepted the current saint. They all felt that this

It is God's will, God's gift.

"God's will, God's gift?" Tang Wanqiu sneered: "Then should we send blessings to them?"

Luo Bing pressed Tang Wanqiu's shoulder with both hands and said seriously: "Junior sister, don't be angry. Even if they really get married, it has nothing to do with us. That person is no longer me."

"Let go." Tang Wanqiu opened his hands and rolled his eyes at him. He said angrily: "Do you think I'm angry about your affairs? Stop narcissistic. I can't stand my enemies."

Humph! Those who have murdered her still want to be happy?

It would be fine if she didn't know. She was back now, and if she knew, she would definitely not allow it!

Luo Bing is used to being rejected for confession. His hands are taken off and he is ridiculed by the girl he likes, but he doesn't even have an awkward expression. He said calmly, "Your enemy is my enemy. You don't want her.

I won't let her have a better life."

"Ahem!" Liang Bo was frightened by Luo Bing's performance. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at the pair of masters in surprise. His Highness, the God King, was completely the rhythm of his wife's slave!

Such a high prince... really made Liang Bo a little unbearable. He simply turned around and saw nothing. He couldn't help but think in his heart: Fortunately, this former saint is kind-hearted. If she was as vicious as that native chicken,

The gods don’t know what will happen!

"Uncle Liang, what's wrong with your throat?" Tang Wanqiu turned to look at Uncle Liang and asked with concern.

"He has dry mouth." Luo Bing turned his head and glared at Uncle Liang fiercely, secretly accusing him of being so blind and unable to see.

Uncle Liang immediately came to his senses and said, "Yes, it's just dry mouth. Let's talk first, I'll go and cook water and make tea."

Boil water to make tea? Well, this excuse is really good. Uncle Liang was applauding his urgent wisdom. But a cup of fragrant hot tea suddenly appeared in front of him.

"There is tea here, so you don't have to boil water." Tang Wanqiu smiled and held the tea, looking at Liang Bomi, but his eyes glancing at Luo Bing.

Uh! Uncle Liang felt that his throat was blocked by something, and he almost couldn't recover in one breath. His old face was so swollen that even his ears were red.

Luo Bing raised his hand and stroked his forehead, and looked up at the sky speechlessly.

Seeing that they no longer made a mistake, Tang Wanqiu put the cup of tea that Luo Bing drank back on the coffee table. He said seriously: "When is it now? You still have the mood to think about what you have. Let's talk about it quickly, you

What should I do if I prepare to do!"
Chapter completed!