Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

within the screen.

Zhu Jiu went to the banquet, mainly because he was curious about why this old man was holding such a grand wedding in the middle of the night. It was like a ghost marriage, and he always felt that something was a little weird.

Feng Zhiyi wanted to go, but was caught by Feng Qingjue halfway to practice, and in order to prevent him from running around tonight, he specially set up a Nascent Soul Stage barrier to ensure that he would not be disturbed by external things and concentrate on practicing.

Feng Zhiyi couldn't just cut it in half with his sword and let his father suffer the backlash, right?

Zhu Jiu asked: "Why doesn't the city lord go on such an important day?"

Isn’t Zhang Jiji as close to this man as a brother?

Feng Qingjue shook his head and said seriously, "I am naturally happy on Old Zhang's big day, but people from the big sect will be here tomorrow, so I must not slack off in my cultivation."

"As for me, guarding the city has always been my destiny. In the past few days, there have always been people who are not in their right minds and want to go out when the poisonous miasma is at its worst. I have stopped many of them. This is the last night, and we must not let anyone down."

This is true. Recently, the people of Jialan have been acting crazy and frantic. They used to be scared to death of poisonous miasma, but now they actually want to run away.

Zhu Jiu glanced at the sky. Even the city defense formation was set to level three tonight, which showed how much Feng Qingjue valued it.

In the end, Zhu Jiu went to Chunyan Tower alone without bringing Baihe, who had a grudge against the place.

Zhang Jiji's wedding was a grand occasion, and as the richest and most powerful man in Jialan City, red lanterns and colorful paper floated all over the city.

It was quite eerie in the middle of the night.

But the main point is that Uncle Zhang is happy tonight and he wants to treat everyone in the city to a good time.

So more than half of the people went to join in the fun.

Chunyan Tower was surrounded by people, and when Zhu Jiu arrived, these people were already three or five people holding a wine jar and drinking.

The scene was somewhat similar to a group of people smoking dry tobacco in the middle of the night.

All crazy.

Zhang Jiji, the cold-blooded capitalist old man, was wearing a bright red wedding dress and a big red flower on his chest. He stood high on the observation deck of Chunyan Tower, overlooking the area below.

There were at least thirty beautiful girls or women around him. Zhu Jiu grabbed a drunkard beside him and asked, "Which one is the bride?"

The person was drunk and didn't see who was asking her. He replied incoherently: "The ones above? They are not any of them. They are all dowry. The bride hasn't come out yet."

Zhu Jiu sighed and thought to himself that Zhang Jiji was truly the first person to serve the people and then be served by the people. He risked his life to defend the city and to enjoy life with his life. It could be said that his life plan was very clear.

When Zhang Jiji saw Zhu Jiu, he no longer had a gloomy and cold expression on his face, and personally came down to welcome Zhu Jiu to the seat of honor.

He also served the best tea, knowing that Zhu Jiu did not drink alcohol.

……

The weird and chaotic wedding was halfway through, but the bride hadn't shown up yet, and the already crazy minds of the people at the table had been drunk to the point of completely losing their minds.

At this time, Zhang Jiji said that he wanted to pick up the bride, and everyone responded.

catch! Must pick up!

Although Old Man Zhang is harsh, cold-blooded, ruthless and unrighteous, he has protected the city all his life. He married at an old age and even invited them to drink. The more people there are, the better. Even if the bride is a fairy from heaven, he would bring her here.

Zhang Jiji was moved and wiped away his crocodile tears with his ten fingers covered with gemstones and jade rings, then said solemnly: "To be honest, the one I want to marry...you all know him."

As he said this, he glanced at Zhu Jiu, and everyone followed suit.

Zhu Jiu, who is the center of attention, said: "???"

Zhang Jiji doesn’t want to live tonight?

The half-drowsy minds of the crowd immediately became clear. I asked you to marry a fairy out of politeness, but I didn't ask you to really marry a fairy! If you want to play like this, then we'll leave first!

"Mr. Zhang, you..."

Zhang Jiji stretched out his hand to press it, and said, "In my heart, she is as noble as Fairy Zhu Jiu."

Everyone was stunned and curious. Who is it?

Everyone knew that Zhang Jiji was a hedonist who was never lonely, so he went through all the beauties in the city in his mind but couldn't pick out a suitable one.

Zhu Jiu was watching to see what Zhang Jiji was going to do.

Zhang Jiji continued affectionately, "This person is my childhood sweetheart who grew up with me and was engaged to me, but unfortunately died in the mouth of an animal when she was a teenager."

Everyone: "..."

The amount of information is a bit overwhelming, let them take their time.

Zhang Jiji is over 300 years old this year. After sleeping with countless women, he said that he wanted to marry his childhood sweetheart who had been dead for 300 years.

What kind of performance is this?

Zhu Jiu narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where are you going to marry her?"

Zhang Jiji drooped his eyelids and said, "Of course, we should go outside the city and bring back Qingmei's cenotaph."

This statement startled everyone. Everyone looked up at the sky. The thick and poisonous miasma was still lingering, blending with the darkness, making people daunting.

Zhu Jiu felt that these people's first reaction should be resistance, but who knew that they all had strange expressions. The collision of fear and faint excitement created a dead silence.

Zhang Jiji saw this and said sadly, "Although I have been a bridegroom every day for so many years, I have always thought about my childhood sweetheart. You don't understand my pain at all."

“Besides, my peers have already passed away. I feel desolate. I have been stuck in the Nascent Soul stage for more than 300 years. I don’t have much time left. I think there is no hope for a breakthrough in the future.”

"...I have decided that after I marry Qingmei, I will give away all my wealth, and everyone present here will have a share. Anyway, the young city lord wants to lead us Jialan people to live a good life, so why should I work hard with the remaining years of my life?"

The largest source of tax revenue in Jialan City comes from Chunyan Tower. It can be said that Zhang Jiji is the old man behind Feng Qingjue, providing financial support.

Everyone was even more excited. They first comforted Zhang Jiji, saying things like "Don't say it's too late, the sky is still full of rosy clouds" and "You never know which will come first, tomorrow or opportunity" and so on.

Then they rubbed their hands together and asked, "Is this true?"

Zhang Jiji nodded, "Of course it is. Therefore, I just hope that this wedding can be as grand as possible. I hope you can help me go out of the city to pick up my childhood sweetheart and let her see my true heart. Of course, this is also a dinner for a hero in his twilight years..."

Everyone looked a little serious. Although Zhang Jiji was not a good person when it came to business, he was the first one to defend the city and kill monsters. What could not be accomplished when he made a wish?

It's this poisonous miasma...

Zhang Jiji's expression darkened, and he said coldly: "The poisonous miasma has coexisted with us for many years. Even with the city defense formation, its residual aura has made us look like neither human nor ghost."

"In that case, we don't have much time left here anyway, so why bother about this one day or one night? You won't die from the poison anyway."

He wiped the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes with his hands covered with pearl and jade rings, and said earnestly: "If you are willing, I will give you all my property."

Everyone was deeply moved. After thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Although the miasma was poisonous, it was not fatal. It was the last moment now, so what was there to be afraid of?

Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk, and if you go, you can get a share of Zhang Jiji's property, so why not do it?

Go, must go!

Amid the endless responses, Zhu Jiu remained silent. Zhang Jiji turned around and asked respectfully, "I wonder if my little wealth can catch the fairy's eye and earn her some protection?"

Old man Zhang Jiji always speaks nicely.

However, this behavior reveals a sense of seeking death no matter how you look at it.

Zhu Jiu raised his lips and smiled: "Why are you asking me? Go ask the city lord and see what he says."

It goes without saying that Feng Qingjue was so angry that he would pass out.

One works diligently to defend the city, while the other suddenly goes crazy on the eve of success.

It would be strange if we didn't quarrel.