The situation was so dangerous that there was no need to think too much. Ziyu waved his wrist, and the dense silver needles shot out towards the devil butterfly.
The sky is filled with raindrops and golden needles.
In an instant, there was a flash of silver light, like the Milky Way flying down across Kyushu, from the side of Ziyu to the direction of Xitang.
The pear blossom needle is shot during a heavy rainstorm. Thousands of threads are shot at the same time. The needle will not miss. This is a miracle.
As she moved forward, Ziyu, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, was like a flying phoenix, stepping on the ground covered with devil butterflies with her toes, quickly approaching the wedding hall.
As she approached, the silver light kept flashing, and the densely packed devil butterflies fell from the sky in groups.
When talking and laughing, ashes disappear, and when a hand is raised, the earth shakes and the mountain shakes, women do not let men off, and a beauty with bare hands shocks the world.
The people hiding from the Devil Butterfly in the Xitang didn't see it, but Fang Yi and Di Yi on the outside could see it clearly. For a moment, they looked at Ziyu's figure in disbelief. This...this...this martial arts...Qin
Ziyu knows this martial arts...
This...this...
With a wave of his sleeve, the last silver needle was shot out, and the sky flashed with light and shadow. Endless butterflies fell one after another, and none of them were flying in the air.
Ziyu stood there with her red sleeves fluttering, and slowly turned her head to look at Di Yi and Fang Yi, their eyes...
Di Yi and Fang Yi stopped together, which means...
"No... no more devil butterflies..."
"Hey, are they all dead?"
"No, they're not dead. They all have a needle in their body."
The chaotic crowd in the wedding hall suddenly saw the flying devil butterflies disappearing all of a sudden. They were slightly startled and immediately discovered the mystery.
"Such... such powerful martial arts, young master, it's you..."
Not allowing anyone in the Xitang to speculate or analyze, Ziyu's cold eyes dimmed and said in a cold voice: "Take it and burn it."
"Yes." Fang Yi and Di Yi subconsciously agreed at the same time.
After agreeing, the two looked at each other again, and then silently and quickly directed people to clean up the devil butterflies on the ground and treat the people who were stuck by the devil butterflies.
Fortunately, today is the wedding of Beiming Changfeng, and everyone present is dressed in formal attire, and their heads and faces are well protected. Even if there are some who are infected and comatose, they can all be saved because of the timely killing of the butterfly.
The inside and outside of the wedding hall suddenly became busy.
Seeing this, Ziyu walked into the wedding hall with a cold face, picked up the red hijab that had been trampled on and stained with blood from the ground, looked up at Beiming Changfeng who was looking at her; "Come here, please return it."
One day to go."
They haven't worshiped each other yet, so let's continue.
The busy people inside and outside the wedding hall were all startled when they saw this. Do you want to continue to worship now?
Beiming Changfeng kept watching Ziyu's movements and slightly raised his eyebrows when he saw this.
"Hurry up and stop wasting time." Ziyu frowned and threatened: "It was you who wanted to marry me. Now, since I'm standing here, you have to marry me whether you want to marry me or not. You will have a long life in Beiming."
This life is mine."
Now that she has chosen him, she will never let him go.
Bei Ming Changfeng's murderous face quickly softened, a smile slowly appeared in the depths of his eyes, and he walked towards Ziyu.
Seeing this, Ziyu covered his head with a hijab, grabbed the concentric red knot, and stood up.
Bei Ming Changfeng took the concentric red knot neatly, stood opposite Ziyu, and shouted coldly: "Sing a ceremony."
Singing ceremony?
The wedding official?
The people from the Zhenbei Palace who were standing there dumbfounded subconsciously looked around after hearing this.
The ceremonial officer was hit by a devil butterfly and was in a coma. Who would sing the ceremony? Without the ceremonial officer, the wedding would not be possible.