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Chapter 5092

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[While Smashing (5), the title is wrong.]



Ye Qing Luo placed the teacup on the table: "I am already married and I love my husband very much, so ….. it's not your turn to please me."

Wing Nine, who had been completely rejected, smiled even more brightly.

He shifted his body and slumped back onto the chair as his gaze casually looked towards Ye Qing Luo's direction, squinting in that direction, and with an unclear meaning, his thin lips curled upwards, "I didn't expect Miss Mu to have so many pursuers."

Ye Qing Luo: "???"

What did he mean?

Yi Jiu didn't have the intention to explain to her as he sat by the side and poured himself a cup of tea. Then he stared ahead at the stage where the newlyweds were going to bow to heaven and earth.

It wasn't the auspicious hour yet.

The two newlyweds hadn't come out yet.

Ye Qing Luo didn't talk to Yi Jiu anymore.

Madam Huang Ci held Ye Qing Luo's hand and asked in a low voice: "You are really married?"

Ye Qing Luo smiled and nodded.

Madam Huang Ci looked towards the stage and coughed lightly: "Could it be ….."

The Overlord?

Ye Qing Luo raised her brows and smiled mysteriously: "This ….. I'm not sure."

Maybe her "husband" was really the groom today.

Or maybe ….. not.

Madam Huang Ci was stunned.

Yes means yes, no means no?

What did she mean by not sure?

She couldn't even say for sure who her husband was?

Madam Huang Ci felt that the marriage mentioned by "Mu Yu" was just an excuse to reject Yi Jiu?

As she spoke.

The festive gongs and drums sounded.

Accompanied by the wedding matron's joyous voice: "The auspicious hour has arrived – may the bride and groom please come to the stage!"

At that moment, the entire wedding ceremony was filled with deafening applause and congratulations.

Ye Qing Luo's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

Then she raised her eyes and followed the gaze of these people to the flower carpet that extended to the door.

"Doctor Mu." Madam Huang Ci held Ye Qing Luo's hand tightly and whispered worriedly.

Worried that she wouldn't be able to bear it.

Ye Qing Luo's lips curled but didn't respond.

Her gaze was fixed on the door without blinking.

Two figures slowly appeared and stepped onto the carpet of flowers on the ground.

The woman wore a phoenix crown and red robe and her face was as red as fire.

The man was dressed in a bright red wedding robe and was extraordinarily handsome.

When the two of them appeared in front of everyone.

Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.

Tight and loose, the petals spread.

The bride and groom held a red ribbon in their hands and walked step by step towards the stage.

Everywhere he went, there were words of congratulations.

Ye Qing Luo's vision, congealed on that pair of newlyweds, not even blinking once, not even blinking once.

The man was handsome and elegant, but his face was expressionless at this moment. There was not the slightest bit of joy on his face.

That face.

Even if Ye Qing Luo closed her eyes, she could still accurately recognise him.

She was so familiar with the man in her bones.

Di Mo Xuan.

Ye Qing Luo looked on expressionlessly, looking …..

There was not the slightest change in his expression or any change in his emotions.

But Madam Huang Ci, who was holding hands with her, could clearly feel the strength of the young lady's clenched fists.

Her heart ached.

But at this time, he couldn't open his mouth to comfort her.

She could only let the young girl hold her hand.

Giving the girl the only warmth.

The bride and groom walked past them.

They were very close to each other.

The moment the newcomer passed by.

The groom's vision brushed past Ye Qing Luo.

Obviously, his footsteps paused.

His four eyes met with Ye Qing Luo's.

That pair of deep and serene eyes seemed to be surging with raging waves.

Beside him, the bride tugged at the red ribbon and said something in a low voice.

The groom shifted his vision away and walked forward expressionlessly.

Seventh Miss Who Likes Trash: Overlord, please be gentler with your love. Seventh Miss Who Likes Trash: Overlord, please be gentler with your love.

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