"Red thread? What's the value of red thread? Is Yue Lao an embroiderer?"

Mu Yue once went to Weaver Girl's place, where she saw threads condensed with flowing clouds.

Various colors and dazzling colors.

It's so colorful that people can't take their eyes away.

If you want to see the thread, just go to Weaver Girl's place...[

Liuyunsang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Muyue, the red thread is not an ordinary thread, it is in charge of marriage in the world. All men and women can only get married and become husband and wife if they are led by Yue Lao to the red thread."

Mu Yue's eyes opened even wider: "Isn't it impossible to get married? Doesn't it violate the rules of heaven for Yue Lao to hold the red string?"

Liuyun Sang burst out laughing: "Mu Yue, you can't get married in the fairy world, but you can get married at will in the mortal world. What Yue Lao is in charge of is also the marriage in the mortal world, and the three realms of immortals, demons and demons have no regard."

"Well--"

Mu Yue nodded and told the truth: "It seems that the mortal world is better."

Liu Yunsang was startled and looked around subconsciously.

Fortunately, there wasn't a passing fairy around.

He sighed: "Mu Yue, you can't say this casually. Otherwise, if it blows into His Majesty's ears, you will be charged with Si Fan again."

Mu Yue was stunned for a moment, she knew Sifan's crime.

It doesn't matter if it's big or small, it doesn't matter if it's small.

Many immortals in the immortal world have been miserably punished by this heavenly rule.

Master also told her that this is the most common mistake for immortals...

She shook her head and put away the thought she just had.

Yuelao Palace is a small fairy palace.

As the name suggests, Old Man Yue is an old man with a big beard and a boyish face.

He is energetic and energetic, and the most conspicuous thing is his big red beard.

It was bright red and translucent, dragging on his chest like a red stream.

Yue Lao treasures his beard very much. He combs it with a blackwood comb every day so that it is not messy...

But at this moment, Yue Lao's big, precious beard is in the hands of a man in purple.[

Yue Lao's face, which was originally like a full moon, is now wrinkled like a walnut

He repeatedly said: "Holy Lord, Holy Lord, please spare the little old man, please spare the little old man..."
Chapter completed!