After the villain resigned

Ruan Lan's eyes fell on the crack, and she stood there in a daze, without moving for a long time.

It wasn't until she put a hand on her shoulder that she came back to her senses, turned her head and looked over, with a surprised look on her face: "Sister?" Obviously, she didn't expect to see her sister here.

Standing behind her was Ruan Lan's older sister. She pinched Ruan Lan's face and said, "I knew you were here at 33 Chongtian, so it doesn't make people feel at ease."

Ruan Lan lowered her head in embarrassment, without any excuse.

My sister didn't scold me too much, but asked with concern: "Who sent you here?"

Ruan Lan's eyes widened, "Sister, how do you know someone sent me here?"

The elder sister said with a smile: "With your cultivation level, you can reach the 33rd Heaven by yourself. Who sent you here? Thank you very much."

The appearance of that sword repairman flashed in Ruan Lan's mind, and she couldn't help but blushed. She lowered her head and said, "He...has already left." Holding my sister's hand, "He's going to attend Nanming Xianjun's wedding tomorrow, sister, let's go too! This, this way, we can meet him!"

Before waiting for her sister's consent, Ruan Lan couldn't wait to pull her sister to the depths of the 33rd heaven.

The elder sister followed Ruan Lan's footsteps, chuckled lightly, and said, "I'm afraid you are confused. Tomorrow is the wedding of Nanming Xianjun. It's still very early."

Ruan Lan then stopped, nana said: "Yes, is it?"

The elder sister curled her fingers, lightly scraped the bridge of Ruan Lan's nose, and said with a smile: "However, it's not impossible for us to take a seat first, so as to save the time when there are huge crowds of people, and we won't be able to squeeze in."

Ruan Lan cheered, and immediately bounced towards the place where the wedding was held.

Sure enough, the second day was rubbing shoulders and rubbing backs. There were countless monks who came to the 33rd floor, and the darkness was overwhelming.

Fortunately, Ruan Lan and her sister occupied a better position, and they could condescendingly see the whole scene.

Ruan Lan looked at the crowd below, trying to find a familiar figure inside, but after looking around for a long time, she didn't see the sword cultivator in white.

"What are you looking at?" My sister noticed Ruan Lan's absent-mindedness, and asked strangely, "There are so many people, I think you can only see the back of other people's heads."

"No." Ruan Lan retorted, "If it was him..." Even standing among thousands of people, he could spot it at a glance.

It's a pity that Ruan Lan still couldn't find that person until the wedding officially started.

Accompanied by a loud bird cry, Ruan Lan's slightly disappointed words were drowned out.

"He won't stop coming."

Even the sister next to her didn't hear this sentence. She raised her head and looked towards the sky. She reached out and patted Ruan Lan's shoulder, and reminded: "Look! The destined Taoist companion of Nanming Xianjun is here!"

Ruan Lan raised her head in a lack of interest, but it was this look that made her eyes widen, and she murmured: "I feel like I'm in love with someone else again..."

The snow-white four-legged fairy beast came here stepping on colorful auspicious clouds. It was shaped like a horse, with two wings on its back and two long curved and spiral horns on its forehead. It looked like a top-grade fairy beast with extraordinary talent.

But such fairy beasts are used to pull carts.

There are ropes on their backs, which are connected to the carriage behind. The carriage seems to be carved from a whole piece of white marble, revealing a touch of golden red under the sunlight.

But no matter how brave the horses are, or how gorgeous and exquisite the carriages are, they can't catch everyone's attention.

It was all because the person sitting in the carriage was so dazzling that people couldn't look away after just one glance.

There were exclamations one after another from below, and some people, like Ruan Lan, moved their feelings for each other on the spot, leaving the delighted Nanming Xianjun behind.

Sitting in the carriage was one of the protagonists of this wedding, Jiang Yiyi.

Today, he is wearing a red shirt made of divine silk. Under the light, it changes into various colors, such as water red, vermilion, apricot red, etc., just like a blazing flame burning, As long as you take a look, you can completely ignite the eyes of others.

But the clothes did not overwhelm the guests, but made the skin of the person wearing the clothes more white than snow.The light in his eyes turned, and he just glanced at it casually. Coupled with the scarlet cloud pattern, it was like light clouds covering the moon, and the flowing wind returning to the snow.

Even if this glance is not looking at him deliberately, it can make people feel numb and have endless reveries in their hearts.

Jiang Yiyi looked down at the crowd below, trying to find Zhou Siwei among them, but when the fairy beast landed, he still couldn't find him.

The carriage landed steadily on the high platform. Jiang Yi looked over and saw Fang Nanming walking towards him step by step, and finally stood in front of the carriage and extended his hand to him.

Jiang Yi put one hand on the armrest of the seat and did not move.

Fang Nanming's expression didn't change at all, he just made eye contact secretly: "Is there any problem? Boss, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

Jiang Yiyi didn't respond, but just raised his finger, and his fingertips lightly landed on the armrest, making a slight sound.After a moment of hesitation, he still raised his hand and placed it on Fang Nanming's palm.

The corners of Jiang Yi's mouth were drawn into a straight line, and he said in a low voice, "Zhou Siwei didn't come."

Fang Nanming breathed a sigh of relief, and comforted him through voice transmission with his spiritual sense: "It's okay, unless he doesn't like you, he will come even if his leg is broken."

Jiang Yiyi was not comforted, but said indifferently, "Shut up."

Fang Nanming didn't shut up obediently this time, probably because he was too nervous and couldn't help but say a few more words: "You don't have confidence, do you?"

Jiang Yiyi glanced at him coldly and said, "He will definitely come."

The two were talking quietly in the dark, without showing any abnormalities on their faces, and slowly walked on a road leading to the altar.

On both sides of the road, fairies danced and sang songs in an ancient language, and pieces of pink and tender peach blossom petals floated gently in the air.

One of them just landed on Jiang Yi's shoulder, and the petals swayed slightly, as if falling but not falling.

Just when the petals were about to fall from above, a sword qi pierced through the air, crushing the peach blossom petals into powder.

The direction of the sword energy was very tricky, forcibly separating the two of them.

Jiang Yi took a step back to the side. Originally, he was wearing a hair ornament made of ancient phoenix tail feathers. His hair was piled up with dark clouds like silk, interspersed with shining golden-red feathers, revealing a white and jade-like nape of his neck.

But at this time, the sword energy passed by, knocking the decorations in his hair to the ground, and the black hair slid down his shoulders like a waterfall. One of them swayed in front of his eyes, and through the layers of hair, Jiang Yi looked at the visitor.

Zhou Siwei is here.

His body was still the same clothes that he wore on the day of separation, but his expression was not as soft as that day, but was carved like a knife, revealing the aura that strangers should not enter.

Zhou Siwei walked step by step, but no one dared to stop him, even the singing and dancing fairies on both sides stopped, staring blankly at the person who suddenly broke into it.

Jiang Yi moved his eyes away from him, turned to look at Fang Nanming, gave him an encouraging smile, and said, "The main character is here, hurry up."

Faced with such a protagonist, Fang Nanming was a little timid, and asked Jiang Yi for help without any trace.

Jiang Yi reminded with his eyes: "Do you still want the Outstanding Employee Award?"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Nanming immediately became overwhelmed with confidence. He found the character of Nanming Xianjun in an instant. The corner of his mouth was half a smile, but his eyes were cold looking at the person in front of him.

"Who are you?" Fang Nanming's tone was condescending, as if a giant condescended to ask an ant.

Zhou Siwei held the sword in his hand, and only said a short sentence: "The one who killed you."

Fang Nanming raised his brows slightly, as if he heard a very funny joke, of course he also smiled in line, and said with great interest, "Kill me?"

Zhou Siwei didn't talk nonsense, what he answered was - the sword in his hand.

His arm and the blade became a straight line, his wrist turned, and the tip of the sword drew an arc in front of him.

As the sword was unsheathed, the surrounding monks who had swords buzzed with their weapons, expressing their submission to the person standing in the middle.

Thousands of swords blared together, with an astonishing momentum.

Zhou Siwei's sword turned into thousands of sword lights in mid-air, and with a twist of his wrist, he galloped towards Fang Nanming like a thousand horses, vowing to cut him down by the sword.

Fang Nanming's eyes reflected countless sword lights, but he remained motionless, letting the icy cold wind blow over his face, blowing a strand of forehead hair in front of him.

It wasn't until the last moment when Jianfeng reached the front that he stretched out his right hand and casually drew a perfect circle in front of him. Wherever his fingertips passed, there were bursts of ripples.

The moment Fang Nanming finished drawing the circle, a transparent and flawless vase was formed in front of Fang Nanming, which looked delicate and fragile.

The narrow mouth of the treasure bottle faced thousands of swords, but it was such a small bottle that contained all the sword light in it, and all the majestic momentum disappeared silently.

The treasure vase was suspended on Fang Nanming's shoulders. He put his hands behind his back, looked at Zhou Siwei quietly, seemed to sigh, and said, "It's not appropriate to see blood on the wedding day, so I will suppress you in it." , will never enter reincarnation.”

As soon as the words fell, spring water flowed out of the mouth of the small and exquisite vase, and gathered on the flat ground to form waves, rolling towards Zhou Siwei.

The spring water is clear and soft, it is the source of life, but now it has become a sharp weapon for killing.

The water line rose slowly, almost submerged Zhou Siwei's calf, he was like a small boat, as long as he didn't pay attention, the boat would be destroyed.

However, even though there was a knife-like pain coming from his calf, he still stood there unmoved.

Fang Nanming still looked sympathetic, but with his hands on his chest, he did not hesitate to make a fatal decision.

The water surface collided violently, and finally formed a two-person high wave. After pausing in mid-air for a moment, it ruthlessly smashed towards Zhou Siwei.

Seeing that this small boat was about to be destroyed, Zhou Siwei broke free from the shackles, leaped lightly into the air, his wrists were straightened, and all the strength of his body was concentrated on the sword, and he swiped across from left to right with the sword.

The waves were divided into two halves, and with a crash, they fell to the ground.

Zhou Siwei's sword lowered slowly, pointing at the people on the ground, but his eyes were on Jiang Yi who was beside him.

Jiang Yiyi's heart skipped a beat, and before he had time to react, Fang Nanming laughed softly.

He spat out two words: "Suppression."

At some point, the treasure vase that was originally on Fang Nanming's shoulder appeared behind Zhou Siwei.Under the action of the treasure vase, the scattered water droplets gathered together again, and rushed into the air with great force, enveloping Zhou Siwei in it.

The waves fell heavily, everything returned to calm, and Zhou Siwei was no longer seen.

The vase slowly fell into Fang Nanming's hands, and he turned around with a smile on his lips.

Jiang Yi subconsciously blurted out: "What about releasing the water?"

"Let the water go?" Fang Nanming shook the vase in his hand, and immediately there was a sound of splashing water, and he replied, "I let it go."