Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Yan Qingning sat next to Jiang Zhuoan and stared at his face in boredom for a long time.

It has to be said that the goal of this mission is to satisfy his aesthetic point in every aspect, making him like it more and more the more he looks at it.

Considering that Jiang Zhuoan, who was trapped in the illusion, could not be disturbed, Yan Qingning had no choice but to ask Xiaobai to broadcast Jiang Zhuoan's illusion in real time.

Yan Qingning: [Xiaobai, cut to Jiang Zhuoan's scene in real time and let me see what kind of dream he had? 】

Xiaobai always listened to his words and directly used the system authority to broadcast the pictures in the consciousness space in real time to Jiang Zhuoan's movements.

[Hey, does this mission target still have the time to get married in the fantasy world? 】 Although Yan Qingning said with a smile, those twinkling peach blossom eyes were extremely cold: "A fake is worthy of his heart and soul, and even humiliates himself to become the bride." 】

Xiaobai had an intuition that Yan Qingning was not in a good mood right now, and whispered his opinion: [How about... I use my authority to let the host Da Da enter the illusion? 】

[That’s not necessary, after all, the person in the illusion is me. 】 Yan Qingning had another grass root in his mouth at some point, crossed his legs and explained: "I'm not a stingy person, and I won't be sulking with myself." 】

Then the look in your eyes just now looked like you were about to kill someone...

Xiaobai muttered silently in his heart, but he still dutifully used the power of the system to broadcast the scene in Jiang Zhuoan's fantasy world in real time.

He put it away, and suddenly an idea flashed, and he asked Yan Qingning: "Host, what do you mean by saying that the person in the illusion is you?" 】

【fool!Do you really think my amulet is just a decoration? 】 Yan Qingning somewhat hated the fact that iron could not become steel. He knocked Xiaobai on the head with his strength, but also explained the reason to him: 【I deliberately left a ray of separated soul in the amulet. In other words, now Jiang Zhuoan sees it. It's all what he wants to see in his heart, and what I want him to see. 】

[Just wait, he won't even be able to laugh anymore soon. ] Yan Qingning's lips curved into an evil smile with unknown meaning, and he held up his chin to watch Xiaobai's real-time broadcast.

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Because Yan Qingning wanted to have fun, the entire demon clan was mobilized to occupy the entire area next to the red carpet.

"I heard that Lord Demon Lord's bride is very handsome."

"Then you still need to praise me? What kind of vision does Master Demon Lord have? Can vulgarity get into his eyes?"

"But how come I heard that Lord Demon Lord's bride is a man?"

"What's wrong with men? As long as the Demon Lord likes it, it doesn't matter whether he is a person or not, let alone a man."

"That's right. After all, people who like each other would not care about gender."

……

Jiang Zhuoan was sitting in the sedan chair, listening to the sincere blessings from the demon tribesmen outside, and couldn't help but have a faint smile on his face under his wedding hat.

It turns out... they can also be blessed.

Yan Qingning stood in front of the door wearing a wedding dress, holding the golden scale pole and opening the sedan curtain, "My bride, are you willing to come with me?"

Jiang Zhuoan suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and took the hand he extended obediently.

Yan Qingning grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the wedding sedan with strong force, holding him in her arms.

Seeing his eagerness, some elders who abided by the rules smiled and scolded: "Master Demon Lord, the bride hasn't stepped across the brazier yet? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"My bride is a man, and you agreed to let him ride in the sedan chair after all the talking. How can I let him step on the brazier like a girl?" Yan Qingning curled his lips and snorted dissatisfied: "Besides, Well, isn’t the purpose of crossing the brazier just to seek good luck and avoid misfortune? I don’t lack that little bit of good luck, so how can I wrong my bride?”

Although the elder was a man of rules, he did not want to embarrass Yan Qingning. He smiled and glared: "What a nonsense!"

As he said this, no one tried to stop Yan Qingning's unethical behavior, but chose to let it go.

The brazier, which was said to be the source of disaster, was also doused.

Yan Qingning couldn't wait to hold Jiang Zhuo'an's hand and went to the place of worship. There were several highly respected demon clan elders sitting on high seats, presenting a peaceful and lively scene.

The person who sang the ceremony was a demon child. In a childish voice, he chanted inarticulately: "Bow down to heaven and earth!"

The two of them squeezed the red silk in their hands, turned around and bowed to heaven and earth.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

The two elders on the high seat happily held the red envelopes and looked at them kindly.

Yan Qingning, who had always been very arrogant, became obedient at this moment and followed Jiang Zhuoan in bowing to the two elders in the high hall.

The sound of firecrackers outside was heard one after another. The two elders of the demon clan hurriedly came down to help them up and stuffed thick red envelopes into their arms.

"Bye husband and wife!"

The childish singing of the salute continued, but this time they failed to do so.

"Report to Lord Demon Lord, something serious has happened!"

A demon man covered in blood rushed into the wedding hall in a panic and knelt on the ground tremblingly.

Yan Qingning frowned, "Speak clearly."

"Lord Demon Lord, the world of cultivation... they... they are coming!" The demon clan member replied tremblingly, not even daring to raise his head.

"The wedding is suspended. All demon clan members immediately pack up their equipment and prepare to attack the cultivation world!" He had no time to change clothes, so he only wore a dazzling red wedding dress and prepared to attack the cultivation world.

The demons present all packed up their equipment and prepared to face the world of cultivation. Only Jiang Zhuoan could not adapt to everything here.

why?

Why is the world of cultivation at this time...

Obviously only a little bit...

Just one last prayer left...

Seeing that he was standing still, Yan Qingning turned around and comforted him gently: "Don't worry, just stay here obediently. Once I get rid of those troublesome guys in the cultivation world, I will come back and continue to get married to you." , let’s just get married, okay?”

The feeling of uneasiness became heavier and heavier, making Jiang Zhuo'an squeeze his hand unconsciously.

Yan Qingning was squeezed painfully by him, so she grabbed his hand and comforted him: "A person as powerful as me can definitely beat up people in the world of cultivation..."

Before he could finish speaking, his abdomen was pierced by a silver-white sword blade. The severe pain made his thoughts clearer at this moment.

Jiang Zhuo'an held the long sword with one hand and stabbed him straight through the abdomen, but his face was still filled with intense sadness.

why?

Yan Qingning stared at him blankly, questioning him silently with his mouth open.

"Demons... damn..."

His hand holding the sword was trembling. He was clearly saying chilling words, but the expression on his face was completely opposite to that of sadness.

Yan Qingning watched helplessly as the cold white sword blade was withdrawn from his abdomen, and his peach blossom eyes were gradually blurred by the mist.

Reluctantly, he half-knelt on the ground, gasping for air, and tears filled his eyes at some point.

"Obviously... I'm just one step away from bowing..."

Yes, they are obviously just one week away from paying homage...