743. Chapter 743 The worship hall was struck by lightning
Should she change her words? What should she call him? His name? Or Langjun?
The husband seems too sour, she can't call it, but his name is-
His name turned around her throat, but he still couldn't call it out.
She always felt that no matter what she called him, it would be better to call the master to come with kindness and naturalness—
When she was stunned, she suddenly felt a dizzy turn, and then she woke up, and the man was already in his arms.
Although he had an extremely close relationship with him, his heart was still waving and jumping violently when he was hugged.
His arms couldn't help but climbed up to his neck, and the feeling of happiness was almost overflowing.
The wedding girls were almost stunned and opened their mouths and couldn't speak.
The man who was so arrogant and felt profane after taking a look at him, he actually picked up his bride and walked out the door.
Outside the door is a sedan chair, which is a veritable sedan chair woven by various big red flowers. Tens of thousands of flowers seem to have morning dewdrops, blooming in full bloom, dazzling and beautiful...
The four disciples carrying the sedan chair were actually Da Moliu, Lian Yu, and He Jin Yu Yun Yin Lian Yue.
Zisang Hewan was responsible for opening the curtains...
Luo Qingyu's eyes swept past Zisanghe's evening.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been too busy these days. I haven’t seen each other for a few days. Zi Sanghe has lost a lot of weight. He pursed his lips slightly. Although there was a smile on the corners of his lips, there was a hint of gloom in the depths of his eyes...
Luo Qingyu turned his eyes and said to Zi Sang Hewan, she always felt an indescribable apology-
Indra's arm tightened slightly. He did not speak, but directly placed Luo Qingyu in the sedan chair, held it in her palm, and then lowered the curtain...
The drums and music sounded again, and the saloon was lifted up...
The place where Luo Qingyu puts on makeup is her Feiyu Garden, while the Xitang is in the main hall of Luojia Mountain, with more than ten miles of mountain roads away.
Of course, this mountain road is nothing in the eyes of the four great disciples.
Luo Qingyu sat in the sedan chair, feeling no bumps at all. The flowers under him were soft, and he was like sitting in the clouds.
Her heart was like floating in the clouds.
She is marrying her master—
For some reason, this scene always gives her a dreamy feeling, and the beauty does not seem to be true.
The scenes since I met the great master flew through my mind like the wind.
The first thing he said when he saw her was, 'Kill it." Yun Danfeng was as light as if he had pinched an ant to death.
The second time we met was in the lava underground, she was in the stone room, he was outside the stone room, she gave him a hairpin, and the words he said to her were 'Is this your dowry? It's so shabby
point……'
At that time, she would never have thought that one day she would fall in love with this dark, cold and powerful god-
At that time, the apprenticeship was just a strategy of rights and interests. One was to escape, and the other was to approach my son Sang Hewan...
Sure enough, fate is a very wonderful thing, and it seems that something has been destined to be.
He didn't wear a mask today. I wonder if it would shock everyone's eyes outside?