Among the cheering and celebrating crowds, Uslanma also saw familiar faces.
There is Lin Miaoran, Su Yuqing, Jiang Panmeng, Shen Qing, Kong Xian, Li Xiu, Su Jianyuan and so on.
These faces, all with blessing smiles, passed in front of her.
In her dream, Uslanma vaguely felt that she had seen these people somewhere.
But for a while, I couldn't remember it.
Finally, when she saw a eunuch who was exactly the same as Puyang Yi, Uslanma couldn't help it anymore.
Father-in-law——
This is what Uslanma heard others call this eunuch.
Then at this moment, this title seemed to collide with a certain memory in her mind.
As a result, she held her stomach and laughed wildly.
She laughed so hard that her voice could be heard throughout the imperial city, and even the cheers of the people outside the imperial city were suppressed.
After finally stopping the laughter, the wedding ceremony continued.
The whole ceremony seemed solemn and chaotic at the same time.
The environment in the dream is constantly changing.
Finally, under the red candle, Uslanma and Chu Yan, dressed in wedding clothes, sat facing each other.
It’s just that Uslanma was wearing the groom’s red robe.
Opposite her, Chu Yan was wearing a big red skirt and a red hijab on her head.
Uslanma didn't know why, but she felt like laughing again.
This feeling is like a prank that has been brewing for a long time and finally succeeded.
"Come here, drink this glass of wine, and from now on, you will be mine." Uslanma said in a rough voice, pretending to be heroic.
He lifted the wine glass and the two people's arms crossed each other.
But problems soon arose.
Chu Yan couldn't drink without removing the red hijab.
"Forget it, stop drinking, let's go straight to the wedding!" Uslanma stepped on the chair and reached out to lift the red hijab.
Chu Yan in front of her had his hands folded on his knees, looking extremely shy.
Uslanma suppressed her inner joy and lifted her hijab.
Wow!
What appeared in front of her was a carrot.
There is also a flower carved on the radish.
"Big radish?" Uslanma was stunned.
Immediately, there was a scream, and she gasped and woke up from her dream.
Patting his chest, his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness around him.
After a moment, Uslanma realized that she had just had a weird dream.
Although I knew it was a dream, the sight of a huge radish standing in front of me after lifting the red hijab was really visually impactful.
So much so that when she closed her eyes at this moment, that fat white carrot would appear in her mind.
"Ah! I'm so angry!"
Uslanma was so angry that she grabbed the cup, wrapped it around her head, and rolled around on the bed.
…
boom!
Feng Gang's head hit the ground hard.
The ground suddenly shattered.
The body-protecting power exploded in an instant. Feng Gang felt his head buzzing, and everything he saw seemed to be blocked by a layer of snowflakes.
And in his throat, the extremely strong smell of blood surged up at this moment.
Not far away, Tang Zhiran huddled up and shivered, looking at the male cultivator standing in front of Feng Gang in horror.
The male face has clear lines, but they are too clear.
So at first glance, you will think that his face is an irregular polygon.
At this moment, because of anger, this polygonal face became more and more weird.
"Is this the good news you brought to me when I was promoted and released from seclusion?" Que Longjian narrowed his eyes, and the anger in his eyes wanted to turn into monstrous flames.
After seven months of seclusion, I was finally promoted from the third level of the Earthly Realm to the first level of the Heavenly Mind Realm.
Overnight, the fish jumped over the dragon gate.
Under the heart of heaven, everyone is an ant.
With this promotion, I finally broke away from the ants and became a guru.
Que Longjian's mood was originally extremely good.
But immediately, he received a blow to the head.
The promotion of disciples of Ziwei Sect has stopped recently for unknown reasons.
The so-called disciple promotion is not an improvement in realm, but an improvement in level.
Que Longjian was originally a sixth-level disciple of the Ziwei Sect. This time he was promoted to Tian Xinjing, so naturally he should be promoted to a fifth-level disciple.
Being a fifth-level disciple means that you can get more privileges from the Ziwei Sect, have more training resources, and at the same time - you can also command more subordinates.
Cultivation resources and various privileges are naturally worth coveting.
But having more subordinates is the most important thing in Que Longjian's heart.
Think about it, everyone is originally a disciple of the third level of the Earth Yuan Realm, and I am a third level consummate, why should I be on an equal footing with those disciples of the third level Xiaocheng and Dacheng.
Now I'm fine, I finally became a guru.
In an instant, he became a master.
Finally, he could see the group of "little minions" who were at the third level of the Earth Yuan Realm, nodding and bowing to him, kneeling down to say hello.
But now, just when I was so happy and ready to go for promotion, the promotion ceremony was suspended.
In other words, even if he is in the Heavenly Mind State now, he can only continue to be a sixth-level disciple in Ziwei Sect.
When he reached the third level of the Earth Yuan Realm, he was on an equal footing with those disciples who were at the third level of minor and great achievements, which made Que Longjian extremely unbearable.
Now that I am a master, I still have to be on an equal footing with those guys.
At this moment, Que Longjian felt as if he was an emperor, but he still had to sit at the same table with beggars and eat scraps.
He is going crazy!
But he didn't dare to express this emotion openly.
In his heart, he still admires and fears Ziwei Sect.
Moreover, Que Longjian vaguely felt that this pause must be due to something extremely unusual happening at Ziwei Sect.
The upper level of Ziwei Gate gave him a turbulent feeling.
But no matter what, this fire held in his heart has made him particularly irritable.
And just today, I learned some bad news from Tang Zhiran and Feng Gang.
Shui Po could not be brought back, and He Yonghuan died.
"He Yonghuan is that trash!"
In the palace, an angry roar came from Que Longjian.
The roar was like substance, forming waves that spread violently in all directions.
Click click click——
The ground and walls immediately cracked.
Feng Gang, who was under his feet, suddenly flew into the air and fell four to five feet away.
Tang Zhiran's face turned pale, and she knelt down on the ground with a plop, trembling.
"Asshole! Asshole! You know who I am working for! I am working for King Beitian!"
This matter was originally entrusted to you with the intention of cultivating you.
What now!
What now!
You damn guys, not only did you let me down for all my hard work, you even failed me!
How do you ask me to explain this to the King of the North!
If King Beitian takes the blame, can you afford it?