Chapter 418

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When he talked about the wedding ceremony, his usually unruly face turned a little shy.

He glanced at Song Qiutong and said with a smile: "Qiutong will look very good then."

This sentence fell into the ears of Song Qiutong's previous husband, and Mo Ran poured himself another cup of tea absentmindedly. Of course he knew that Song Qiutong's country was beautiful and fragrant, and he had a peerless style, but so what?

Back then, Xu Yingfeng worshiped the heavens and stepped on the immortal king to marry the first queen in the world of cultivation. On the wedding night, the candle was shining brightly, but he never slept in the new house.

That night, he drank too much, the red candles were dim, and he was in a daze after sitting down. He picked up the bride's blushing and shy face and stared at it for a while. Before a major ceremony in life, people are always prone to lament that time has passed and the world has changed. Even if you are a Tao Xianjun, you are no exception.

He suddenly felt so unreal, his eyes seemed to penetrate the beautiful red in front of him and fall into the heavy snowstorm many years ago.

When he was naked in the cold wind... When he was about to die of hunger and thirst, and he was pitied by others and licked the rice soup that the person brought... When he first came to the top of life and death, feeling uneasy... When he stood on tiptoes to fold the moon under the begonia... When he knelt in front of Chu Wanning, Liu Teng joined him...

He never thought that one day he would conquer all the immortals and respect the world.

"Husband, what are you thinking about?" Her red lips parted slightly, her eyes focused, and the breath she exhaled was sweet and luxurious, just like his high status today.

He seems to have everything, beauty, status, power...

What else is he dissatisfied with now?

He couldn't think of any dissatisfaction, but he felt very empty. The whole figure seemed to be standing on the top of a steep mountain, surrounded by only vague faces.

He walked among these sycophantic faces. They praised him, praised him, knelt to welcome him and fawned over him. They all looked exactly the same.

He heard someone calling him charmingly, with a voice as soft and tender as peony petals: "Husband... Husband..."

He felt disgusted and disgusted, and he wanted to get away from these drooling fans, but this sweet voice enveloped him like sugar water.

He pushed Song Qiutong away violently. The charming bride was so violent that she fell down on the dragon and phoenix red couch in the scarlet cave. Her head was trembling with gold and silver, and her steps were rustling. In the phantom of jewels, Mo Ran felt that Everything is so distorted, so unreal, the golden light is like a will-o'-the-wisp, and the red candle is like blood and tears.

He felt so disgusting... but he didn't know who he was disgusting with, Song Qiutong? Or become like this.

He rushed out the door.

In the previous life, few people in the world knew that on the wedding day of the Immortal Lord, Queen Song Qiutong was left out in the cold. She wore a golden and red dress and opened the door of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.

He walked in, and after a while, the candles in the waterside pavilion were extinguished, and Song Qiutong's newlywed stayed inside all night.

It wasn't until dusk on the second day that Xue Meng rushed to the top of life and death to cause trouble, and Mo Ran lazily opened the door, tidied up his scattered clothes, and strolled to the front hall with a look of lustful satisfaction.

What exactly happened in the Honglian Waterside Pavilion that night is completely unknown to outsiders.

Farewell to Nangong Si and the two, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran returned to the other courtyard where they settled.

Chu Wanning suddenly asked in a nonchalant manner: "Nangong just said that Song Qiutong is good-looking, why are you looking at her in a daze?"

Mo Ran said: "I'm thinking about how she looks in wedding clothes."

Chu Wanning still suddenly felt jealous. He waved his sleeves and said with a very cold face: "Don't think about it, other people's fiancee, what do you have to worry about."

Mo Ran smiled: "Who said I missed her? I was thinking about how she looked in wedding clothes, just like that. Not as good as Master."

"…………"

I was full of anger and wanted to vent it, but I was caught off guard and the little wolf licked my palm.

Chu Wanning's face turned pale and red for a long time, and he couldn't say a decent word for a long time. Finally, he waved his sleeves and said: "The ridiculous thing about the ghost master's illusion must not be mentioned again in the future."

Mo Ran sighed in his heart, it's not that I want to mention it, but that you want to ask me. I don't want to lie to you, praise you for your good looks, and be cruel to you.

But being cruel to you also feels very sweet.

Thinking of losing you, I just feel like being scolded by you so energetically all my life is like being immersed in a sugar jar, Chu Wanning...

What should I do? I can't stop longing for you.

The days passed quickly, and one day left, Nangong Si's wedding day was coming.

The Confucianism Sect has been filled with guests from all over the world. Whether they are the young masters of the sects, casual cultivators, or even some wealthy businessmen with no spiritual power, all those who did not come in advance will be here on this day. In front of the main city, for a time, there were canopies like clouds, carriages and horses like weaving, and men and women in costumes flocking in an endless stream. The Confucian-style sky street reflected by silk and pearls was like a Milky Way inverted, with stars flowing.

Xue Meng was dragged along by his father to greet the female cultivators of similar age.

"Wang Xianjun, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's a pleasure to meet you. Oh, isn't this little Mantuo? He has grown so big. He is so bright and beautiful. Come, Xue Meng, come and say hello to your Uncle Wang."

Xue Meng moved over reluctantly and said: "Hello, Uncle Wang."

Xue Zhengyong slapped him on the back of the head. He smiled but gritted his teeth and said, "It's Uncle Wang, not Uncle Wang."

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