Seeing this, King Feiyu smiled and nodded: "Then I will leave first."
"Well, okay, oh, by the way, you are the king, aren't you? Then go to Wangtianya first. I heard that Yun Shitian and Jun Luoyu got married two days ago. All the kings on the mainland went there.
Go get some of their silver-red elixir and let me take a look. That thing is so magical, I want to study it carefully..."
"What, Yun Shitian and Jun Luoyu are getting married? When?"
However, before the little pharmacist could finish his interesting words, King Feiyu's smiling face suddenly changed, and he almost jumped up.
In the past two years, he has been unable to move physically, and the little pharmacist went out to take care of it. He really didn't know a single bit of news from the outside world.
Yun Shitian and Jun Luoyu are getting married. They must not get married.
Seeing that King Feiyu was anxious, the little pharmacist immediately counted on his fingers and said doubtfully: "Probably, it seems, in three days..."
"Whoosh." Before he could finish his words, the recovered King Feiyu in front of him rushed out with a whoosh and left far away.
No, absolutely cannot let the two of them get married, absolutely not.
"Hey, remember my elixir..." the little pharmacist yelled when he saw this.
The spring breeze blew by, and the sound was heard far away, but I don't know if King Feiyu heard it.
The spring is full of green, and the greenery is breathtaking.
Spring flowers of all colors bloom in the sky and earth, enchanting and full of vitality.
Three days passed by in a flash, and King Wangtian and Princess-to-be Jun Luoyu got married.
As the sun rises in the east, you can see all the heroes gathered from the far end of the world. The solemn sound of horns resounds throughout the land of Kyushu for the grand ceremony.
There was great joy all over Wangtianya. Every household walked out of their homes and gathered in front of Wangtianya Palace to sing and dance to their heart's content.
The ink color and silver and red complement each other, and the magnificent Wangtianya Palace becomes more solemn and solemn at this time.
An amethyst-colored red carpet inlaid with silver, red and gold threads was laid from the gate of Wangtianya Palace to the front of the Palace of Political Affairs. Guards lined up neatly on both sides lined up respectfully, and it was full of strictness.
The ink dragon dances on the large amethyst-colored pillar, almost bursting out of the sky, looking arrogant and unstoppable to the world.
The phoenix spreads its wings on the big white pillar, reborn from the fire, hovering on it, looking down at the common people.