Feng Qianyu was both angry and funny. As a wife, when someone gets married, she is even more nervous than the bride!
And she had a look on her face as if she was mourning. Did she come to attend a wedding or to pay her respects?
"Two bows to the high hall".
Jia Ruo's eyes were dark and he was staring straight at Hua Xiyue's figure, almost breathless.
He knew that because he loved her too much, he wanted to not be selfish at least once and respect her choice.[
If this is her revenge and this is the happiness she chooses, then he will fulfill her wish.
If you don't force her, just watch from the sidelines. Let your heart bleed...
Long Fuyue desperately looked here and there, hoping that just like the TV series, someone would come to disrupt the situation at the most critical moment.
But no!
Everything is going according to plan.
"Couple greetings!"
As Jia Ruo swallowed a mouthful of blood, the two of them bowed down!
Jia Ruo closed his eyes, and Long Fuyue also closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but tears flowed all over his face.
"Send him to the bridal chamber..." The last sentence suddenly got stuck and was replaced by an exclamation: "Master!"
Ye Sang, who was sitting in the car, was smiling, and his whole body was shining with light.
"Little fox, Ye Sang is the demon king after all, and he has a good face, and he doesn't need pity or love..."
Hua Xiyue froze, watching with disbelief as the other end of the red silk left Ye Sang's hand at some point, flew to Jiaruo's body, and wrapped tightly around his waist.
Jia Ruoye's face was full of shock and disbelief. He looked at the red silk on his waist and didn't know how to react.
He looked up at Ye Sang and was suddenly shocked. He stepped over and said, "Ye Sang!"
Ye Sang smiled and said nothing, the light on his body became even stronger, and countless light fragments escaped from his body and scattered in the air.
Ye Sang's words continued to come: "I am very grateful that my soul can be dispersed in this glass palace. Xiyue, you must be happy. You still owe me a wish. This is my wish...
His voice became smaller and smaller, finally drifting in the wind, and then slowly disappeared without a trace.