When Nangong Xiangyun saw her sweetheart left with a big face and the guests began to discuss spiritedly, she felt extremely wronged in her heart. Her nose turned sour and she almost shed tears. Damned fellow, smelly fellow, didn't you say you won't run away? Why did you leave me alone like this? Nangong Xiangyun hatefully said in her heart. But she knew that her sweetheart didn't run away, he must have something important to do. At this moment, even if she felt wronged, she had to wait for him to return. After all, she and Longyi had bowed to heaven and earth, so they were already husband and wife. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our wedding. Thank you very much for coming to our wedding. Just a moment ago, my husband had an important matter to attend to, so he left first. But everyone doesn't need to be disappointed. I hope everyone can eat, drink and play to their heart's content." Nangong Xiangyun took a deep breath, then suddenly struggling free from the maid's support, she walked to the center of the hall and said to all the guests with a smile. Nangong Xiangyun's natural and unrestrained manner immediately made everyone have a good impression. They thought in their heart, sure enough, she was worthy of being a Miss of a big clan. At this moment, Ximen Nu and Nangong Zhangfeng also said some polite words, then announced the start of the banquet. Nangong Xiangyun walked to the backyard accompanied by Dongfang Wan and Madam Nangong. Just after leaving the hall, Nangong Xiangyun's grievances burst out from the bottom of her heart. "Xiangyun, I know you feel wronged in your heart. Wait for that smelly fellow to return, I will teach him a lesson. Just a moment ago, you performed very well. Yu 'er marrying you is his fortune." Dongfang Wan consoled. She had never thought that Nangong Xiangyun could actually endure this grievance and exonerate her son in front of the guests. Previously, she knew that this girl didn't love makeup but loved armor. She was also a person who caused trouble everywhere, but now it seems she had misjudged her. "Grandma, don't blame him. I believe he truly has an urgent matter, but his tears always don't listen to him." Nangong Xiangyun smiled while shedding tears, but she still couldn't help but sob. "Silly child. Don't cry, hereafter with me here, no one can bully you. Grandma will always stand on your side. "Dongfang Wan pulled the little hand of Nangong Xiangyun. This girl's performance won her heart. Having heard what was said, Madam Nangong was very happy. Hereafter, with the support of Dongfang Wan, her daughter would definitely not be able to endure any grievance. It seemed like this son-in-law really had something to do today, so he decided to spare him. In any case, his daughter had bowed to heaven and earth with him, so this marriage was not ruined. If that black-clothed man rushed out before the ceremony was completed, this matter would be terrible. Longyi very anxiously flew towards the west side of Soaring Dragon City. That black robed man's letter made him believe that his heart was in complete chaos.
After flying for a while, Longyi stopped in a remote courtyard. He regretfully looked around and found that there was no one around. He faintly felt that something was wrong. The letter in the man's arms was written by Leng Youyou himself. However, the handwriting was unusually sloppy. It seemed that he had written it because he was pressed for time. It said that today, she was forced to marry the son of the Dark Pope, and the location was in this courtyard. She wanted him to go and save her. At that time, Long Yi's mind was in a mess. When he saw that his beloved woman was being forced to marry another man, he couldn't care less and immediately rushed out. Now that this courtyard seemed somewhat strange, Longyi also slowly calmed down. If Leng Youyou really met with an accident and was forced to marry the son of the Dark Pope, would it really happen on the same day as him? Moreover, why would she deliberately run to Soaring Dragon City to get married so that he could go and save her? This seemed very unreasonable. Long Yi guessed that if it was not someone pretending to be Youyou's handwriting to set up a trap, then it must be a prank made by Hell Saintess Youyou. According to Longyi's understanding of Leng Youyou, this possibility was not impossible. Longyi vigilantly entered the house and looked all around, but he didn't see even the shadow of a ghost. However, when Longyi arrived at the backyard, he suddenly faintly heard a noise. He carefully sensed and found that the noise came from under the rockery in the courtyard. Longyi fumbled for a while, but couldn't find the mechanism in a short time. "No … … don't … …" At this time, Longyi suddenly faintly heard Leng Youyou's shout. His heart tightened, and without thinking about what was going on, he threw two compressed magic balls. Along with a world-shaking explosion sound, the rockery was blown to god knows where, and a big hole appeared on the ground, from which red rays of light could be seen. Longyi rushed over, and just when he was about to shout Leng Youyou, the scene before his eyes made him dumbfounded. He saw that this underground secret room was filled with rows of red magic lamps, and the wall was pasted with a big 'Happiness' character. There were two red candles on the table, and there were fruits and pastries on the table. And what made Longyi stunned was that there were only two people in this secret room. One was Leng Youyou who was wearing an exquisite wedding dress and was smiling sweetly at him. And the other one was Feng Ling who had returned to Dark Church with Leng Youyou at that time. She was still wearing men's clothing, and she was looking at him with a somewhat excited expression. Now, even if Longyi was a fool, he also knew what was going on. He wanted to scold her, but seeing Leng Youyou's smile and longing in her eyes, he was simply unable to say anything.
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