"Go, why are you not interested? How could you miss such a lively event?"
I have been planning for this day for so long, how could I not go?
Now that all parties are in peace, it is their turn to look to the horizon and talk to the demon fire in this world.
"The first day of March." Luo Yu raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
"If there's enough time, I can still take a shower." Ming Chenye gave Luo Yu a wink.
Luo Yu was in a very good mood at this time. When he saw this, he put his arms around Xiao Yin and said to Ming Chenye: "Your charming eyes are not authentic, Xiao Yin, give him a look."
Xiao Yin immediately lowered his head, stretched out his paws to cover his forehead, then raised his paws and raised his head in a very cool and unrestrained manner.
As her silver hair flew, her little eyes flicked towards Ming Chenye from low to high, her eyes were not in place, but that movement...
So handsome.
Ming Chenye suddenly had black lines on his head, pointing at Luo Yu and accusing: "Are you comparing it to me?"
"You're not as good-looking as it." Before Luo Yu could reply, who was laughing loudly, Yun Shitian behind Luo Yu glanced directly at Ming Chenye.
Then, he patted Xiao Yin's head with satisfaction, "Well done."
The palace suddenly burst into laughter.
Now everything is ready and everyone is relaxed.
"When we come back from the peace talks between the six sects, we will get married." Amidst the laughter, Yun Shitian hugged Luo Yu and made a heavy promise.
"Is this a proposal?" Luo Yu turned to look at Yun Shitian with a smile.
"Luo Yu, you don't have to agree." Ming Chenye said reluctantly.
Yun Shitian suddenly flew over with an eye knife, and the invisible ink blade was approaching Ming Chenye.
When Ming Chenye saw this, he immediately turned over and floated backwards.
Yun Shitian forced Ming Chenye away and looked down at the smiling Luo Yu in his arms, with a serious look on his face: "Yes, a proposal. If you don't agree, I will force the marriage."
After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her heavily, without giving Luo Yu the slightest chance to resist.
"Get ready, get ready, our king and princess are finally getting married, the Ministry of Etiquette, start preparations."
The spring breeze blew by, and Feng Wuxin's voice of great joy floated in the sky above Wangtianya.
The wedding that I have been waiting for for so many years is finally on the agenda.
Their king is getting married to his princess.
The wind blows across the world, bringing sadness to some places and joy to others.
On the first day of March, it is suddenly warm and then cold.