Hua Xiyue hugged him, and a light flashed in her purple eyes: "Okay, then I will take you back to Liuli Palace, okay? We will get married there..."
Ye Sang's green eyes were flashing with light, and he couldn't tell whether it was pity or love.
He nodded and took out a mirage bead from his arms: "Girl, this is... this is my betrothal gift."
Hua Xiyue reached out her hand to take it without hesitation, and nodded with tears in her eyes: "I accept it. From today on, I am your wife Ye Sang."
Ye Sang smiled: "Eat it, otherwise... Otherwise, how can you have the strength to send me back to get married? It's a pity... It's a pity that my majestic Demon King's wedding was not even attended by anyone." [
Hua Xiyue was stunned, her face turned pale, but she smiled slightly.
She licked his slightly messy hair and said, "There will be spectators..."
He looked back at Long Fuyue and the others, and there was no fluctuation in his purple eyes: "You were once my friends, how about just coming to watch the ceremony?"
Long Fuyue was stunned, not knowing how to react.
If you agree, you will feel sorry for your senior brother. If you don't agree, you will feel sorry for Hua Xiyue...
He couldn't help but squeeze Feng Qianyu's arm...
Feng Qianyu's eyes flickered, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
He patted Long Fuyue's little hand to signal her to be quiet.
He smiled slightly and agreed readily: "Okay, how can we miss such a good thing? We must go!"
Long Fuyue was so anxious that she couldn't help but said: "What should I do, Senior Brother?!"
Hua Xiyue looked at Jiaruo, her eyes calm and cold, and said slowly: "I can be considered a friend of Jiaruo Priest. I wonder if Jiaruo Priest can give me this thin noodle?"
Priest Jiaro is such a cold name!
For the first time, he felt that calling this name could be so harsh and ruthless.
She is no longer a sweet little fox that surrounds him.
She is no longer the little girl who clings to him and never leaves her mouth every day saying, "Karuo, Karuo."
When she looked at him now, she looked at him like an ordinary acquaintance who could no longer be ordinary, indifferent and indifferent, but like a knife piercing the heart!