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The marriage certificate has been delivered, and the wedding clothes will arrive in a short time. There are so many betrothal gifts that there is nowhere to put them.

Ning Qing caressed the words embroidered on the marriage letter one by one, and the high-level magical artifacts placed beside him were like gold, silver and jade artifacts, but he couldn't take a second look at them.

Zhou Jue, who came to give the gift, asked politely with a smile: "Mr. Ruoning, if there is anything you are not satisfied with, or if there is something missing, you can talk to me, and I will arrange it."

Ning Qing pressed his hand on the betrothal gift column, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't want a millionaires for this betrothal gift, I just want... a strand of his temple hair."

Both of them knew who this he was referring to.

Zhou Jue smiled and cupped his hands and said: "Well, I really have to ask the emperor first, but with the emperor's joy for the young master, what's the problem with a strand of temple hair?"

How difficult is it to have a strand of hair on the temples.

A strand of thick black hair was wrapped around Yan Huai's finger, and it was instantly broken at his fingertips when the stream of light passed by. The meaning of this hair is actually very simple, the hair is married, and there is no doubt about their love.

What Ning Qing wanted was never something rich and honorable, what he wanted was always only him.

But he can't afford it.

It is better to give him freedom and give him a piece of peace.

The day of the big wedding drew nearer, Yan Huai, who was already taciturn, became more and more silent. He held a flute pendant in his hand to cover up his clear color, and the tassels let out the rest.

The wedding gowns that have been rushing to be made a long time ago are in the color of red, with dark patterns and gold embroidered dragons and phoenixes in pairs, and there are lotus and water under the bottom printing. Complicated and luxurious, the golden crown is inlaid with jade, and the inlaid is the clear red jade, which is both gorgeous and beautiful.

The huge demonic palace is also adorned with festive reds. Ten miles of red carpets are not enough, and the city needs to be filled with lights. Humans, monsters and monsters in the palace also put on festive costumes, and come and go hastily arranged the same day as the demon king ascended the throne. wedding.

Yan Zhi looked at the wedding items in Yan Huai Palace with great interest, and Yan Huai who was still sitting quietly in black. Yan Huai had a new fan in his hand, lightly hooking the clouds, water, orchids and bamboos.

People all over the world praised Ning's posture of breaking the waves, orchids and bamboos, and the appearance of clouds and moons. It is self-evident why Yan Huai is holding this fan.

"If you don't want him to leave, don't do such stupid things that only touch you." Yan Zhi glanced at Yan Huai, "Yan Qing, my Eastern Realm is so big that I can't leave a single person here."

But Yan Huai didn't answer, just closed his fan and said hoarsely: "No matter what happens, don't hurt him."

"Even if he insists on your life?" Yan Zhi mocked.

Yan Huai's eyes were slightly warm, but he still wanted to answer him: "Never, hurt him at all."

"...You man, okay, I promise you."

They had already leaked the news that the cultivators of the Xuantian Sect were in the northwest in advance. This was a grand event in the east, and the defenses were definitely weak enough for this group of low-level cultivators stranded in the magic palace to escape in a panic.

As for Yan Huai who regards his body as a chess game, he only sighed softly, mortals can't kill him.

He is the king of the demon clan, and also the great power of the Nascent Soul, who can't be hurt by ordinary people's despicable calculations.

He gave in to Ning Qing every inch, and it was just a word of love.

I only hope that two hearts can share love.

Ning Qing threaded the hibiscus stone beads that had been scattered before, and put a round white jade on it. This jade can instantly transform sharp blades, cut demons, and fix the universe. It is said that it is a treasure left by the former Taoist Zhongnanguan .

As long as you hold this dagger and stab it into Yan Huai's heart, the demon king who can unite the demon clan and the demon cultivator will no longer exist, and the cultivator and mortal world will not have to suffer from the joint attack of the three clans.

Is that so?Ning Qing faded off the blue beads that Yan Huaixin gave him, and slowly pushed the hibiscus stone onto his wrist. Although he had been ill for a long time, his face was not very sick. What's more, the son's face is like peach jade.

Ever since Nan Siyuan knew that Jingrong was not far to the northwest, his plan became more and more exhaustive. First, he asked Ning Qing to hold Yan Huai hostage, and then solved Yan Huai's scourge when he came out of the magic palace and joined the Taoist Lord together. .

It turned out that the love in his heart was worthless in the eyes of others, and could even be called a disaster.

Ning Qing straightened the golden crown, this golden crown was inlaid with jade, which added a touch of nobility, and the cumbersome and layered wedding dresses were layered on top of each other, which was unparalleled in gold and no burden, without the meaning of burden.

When the fat red pressed the upper lip, the person in the mirror softened his brows and eyes. The hour of crossing the fire was set at dusk. Yan Huai really loved him so much, that's why he paid so much attention to the wedding and meticulously followed the rules of every place. .

"I still want to get married with him. I will do this marriage in a fair and honest manner. It will show the world. He, Yan Suhui, and I, Ning Zhelan, have always been the most suitable in this world." There are two strands of black silk knotted.

When the auspicious time came, it was Yan Huai who came to meet him in person, both of them were dressed in fine clothes, but they looked at each other and retreated.

When the two hands are held together, the warmth of the palms is conveyed, and the flute music is mellow when the joy arises, which makes Ning Qing unconsciously think about it and the bamboo forest accompanied by the ensemble when he was young.

Before Yan Huai even noticed, he had loved him for many years.

Stepping across the red carpet, what the two of them are going to is to tell the world, this is a good relationship, and a promise is made.

The servant boy who scattered flowers on the road was pretty, and there were also children singing the song of congratulations leisurely. The two of them formed a pair and were surrounded in the center to celebrate the heavy etiquette.

Yan Huai tried his best not to look at Ning Qing all the way, but before stepping on the long steps, he hugged Ning Qing into his arms, kissed him on the lips, and said in a trembling voice: "I really love you... ..."

It was Ning Qing who had the same smile on his face as before, and it was hard to compete for the edge. He was trying to answer something, but he stopped thinking about it.

Yan Huai didn't say any more, just held Ning Qing's hand, and they walked up the red-paved long steps step by step, while the ceremony officer sang and drank the congratulations on the marriage letter.

"One yang is moving at the beginning, the two surnames are harmonious, please three, with four beauties, and the fifth generation advocates Fengdi. The six rites are completed, the seven sages are assembled, the eight tones are assembled, the nine songs are in harmony, and the mandarin ducks are in perfect harmony."

As for the wedding ceremony, Ning Qing stroked his sleeves lightly, bowed his hands and bowed heavily to Yan Huai, he did not pay respects to the father-in-law of heaven and earth, but only bowed to the one he loved, and made an inseparable covenant.

When the two of them finished their obeisance, the ceremony official sang and shouted: "Li Cheng."

It was also the audience who watched the ceremony in the audience worshiped together: "May the king and the queen be married, and have a good marriage for thousands of years, and the king and queen will carry each other, and the fragrance will last forever."

"Do you think so too? Go back." Ning Qing smiled slightly, and asked the person beside her very lightly.

Yan Huai didn't answer him, but looked at the twilight in the sky, calculating how long it would take for Jing Rong to arrive outside the magic palace after receiving the news, and what he would do, handing Ning Qing over.

But Ning Qing Moyue didn't want to give him time to think. Ning Qing raised his wrists white, and he was wearing a string of hibiscus stones that were more radiant than Zhenghong. Straight to Yan Huai's throat.

It was also Ning Qing who sighed softly: "Don't move."