Cold Clouds

Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment and then her face turned red. She almost shouted out loud, turned around, squeezed into the crowd, and fled quickly.

Arriving at a deserted place, Lin Xiaoxiao calmed down and her slow brain began to think again.

It seems that Song Hanyun cannot be beaten now.

Lin Xiaoxiao recalled what she had just thought.

It seemed like she had scolded herself. Lin Xiaoxiao scratched her hair impatiently, not knowing why she felt inexplicably irritated.

But he seems quite happy.

Why am I so happy? Lin Xiaoxiao took a tranquilizing pill, shook her head, and walked back.

Well, the fake self was gone, and the crowd gradually calmed down, with a smile on everyone's face.

Wow, Tang Zhen’s expression was angry, relieved, happy, and murderous, so disgusting.

This thing is really unlucky.

Let's kill him first. Lin Xiaoxiao frowned and took advantage of the crowd to throw a packet of medicine powder into Tang Zhen's glass.

Tang Zhen drank some wine and then lay there and started twitching. No one cared about him, but Lin Xiaoxiao's tense nerves relaxed a lot when she saw him like that.

The candles and incense were lit, and it looked quite warm.

Which step should this be? Lin Xiaoxiao looked around but couldn't find Song Hanyun.

Not there? Lin Xiaoxiao turned her gaze to the suspended platform that did not exist in the Yunjian Sect in reality.

That thing looks most festive.

Are we going to get married? Or should we just knock it down? Lin Xiaoxiao hid in a room on the second floor, looking at the platform that was suspended above the arena and almost facing the second floor.

No, Song Hanyun is still up there, it’s hard to say if he will get hurt if he’s hit.

Tsk, then we can only wait for them to come out. Lin Xiaoxiao frowned, picked up the fruit on the side and took a big bite.

Why is this spiritual power tasteless? Lin Xiaoxiao thought about this question very seriously, and after a while she realized that spiritual power has no taste.

The fireworks started to go off. Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the sky full of fireworks, and the sound of joy made her stunned.

This suona is really beautiful. Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with inexplicable emotions as she stared blankly at the gorgeous fireworks.

It’s about to start... Lin Xiaoxiao came back to her senses and looked towards the suspended platform again. Since the cannons had been fired and the music had been played, the newcomers would be entering soon.

Lin Xiaoxiao held the red candle in her hand, ready to give the fake self a big blow at any time.

"Newcomers are coming!" Following Ximen Yao's shout, the spirits of the illusion and Song Hanyun on both sides of the platform slowly walked out.

Oh, she’s wearing a veil. Lin Xiaoxiao sneered, holding the sword with both hands, waiting for the opportunity.

Little thing, as long as you can't see me within your field of vision, I can kill you in an instant.

Lin Xiaoxiao frowned and found that her standing position seemed not very good. Only when she bowed to the spirit of the illusion would she be completely invisible.

Tsk, what a hassle, why am I standing in such a position? Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the people around her, no one noticed her movements.

Yes, many people were holding weapons, so they were not conspicuous.

"Bow to the ancestors of heaven and earth!"

"Bow to parents and friends!"

Ximen Yao recited his lines honestly, the spirit of illusion and Song Hanyun also followed the process, and Qin Feng, who acted as the parents of both parties, smiled happily.

Here it comes. Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes focused, and she raised the red candle to her waist, ready to swing the sword at any time.

"Three," Ximen Yao said with a smile on his face, "Husband and wife bow to each other!"

The spirit of the illusion turned around and faced Song Hanyun, then slowly bowed. The moment the spirit of the illusion straightened up, Lin Xiaoxiao was about to raise the red candle to attack.

But before Lin Xiaoxiao raised the red candle, Song Hanyun had already stood up and shook the blood off the sword.

The head of the spirit of the illusion fell to the ground, and the surrounding illusion began to dissipate. Lin Xiaoxiao saw Song Hanyun's clear eyes.

......

Ye Lan rescued Xu Cen and rushed to another cursor. She didn't recognize the person, but he was probably Xu Cen's younger brother.

Then the remaining one that has not changed for such a long time and the extremely bright cursor corresponds to Song Hanyun?

Then why is he still staying in there? Ye Lan, who didn't quite understand Song Hanyun's thoughts, frowned and muttered, and entered the illusion of Xu Cen's younger brother.

......

Going back in time, Song Hanyun sat in the room looking at his palm and felt a slight sense of reality.

In fact, if he calmed down a little more, he could escape from this dreamlike illusion, but he still wanted to wait a little longer.

It is very likely that this is his only chance to expose Lin Xiaoxiao's marriage.

He is the son of destiny, and if the way of heaven is damaged, he will be damaged.

In other words, his life is tied to the Way of Heaven. If the Way of Heaven is severely damaged, the luck bestowed in his body and everything brought by this luck will automatically feed back to the Way of Heaven.

Song Hanyun's soul is integrated with this luck. If the luck is taken away, his soul will be shattered.

Ye Lan's soul was originally very powerful, so there might just be some problems, but if he, Song Hanyun, didn't have this kind of luck, he would have died long ago.

Song Hanyun's soul power is very weak. He went through the gates of hell when he was just born, in the physical sense.

He had met Jiuyao once at that time, but his memory was not clear and he only remembered it when he saw Jiuyao again.

At that time, God took a liking to me, so I lived.

Lin Xiaoxiao wanted to rebel against the Heavenly Dao, so he naturally supported it. After all, although his life was given by the Heavenly Dao, if the Heavenly Dao had feelings, many sufferings would not have happened. But once the Heavenly Dao fell, he would...

So it is enough now, maintaining a good relationship with Lin Xiaoxiao is enough.

But, he couldn't let go...

When Song Hanyun saw Lin Xiaoxiao appear in front of him in her wedding dress, he was in a trance for a moment.

It's really beautiful. Even though it's fake, it's still so beautiful.

Even if it was fake, even if it was an illusion, even if it was just a dream, he wanted to see Lin Xiaoxiao clearly under the red veil.

Just think of it as giving yourself a reason to let go. Song Hanyun pulled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a seemingly happy smile.

The time has come and music can be heard outside.

Oh, this suona is played really well. Song Hanyun stood up, walked to the door and took a look outside.

From this place, you can clearly see the second floor opposite, where there is a little guy eating fruit.

How come I saw the little guy eating the fruit right away? It was strange, there were obviously quite a few people around.

Maybe it was a matter of angle. Song Hanyun chuckled and heard Ximen Yao's voice, so he walked out and was greeted by the spirit of illusion.

And now, Song Hanyun looked at the slowly dissipating corpse of the illusion spirit with his eyebrows lowered.

That’s good, that’s good...Song Hanyun gave a bitter smile.

It was just a dream.