There was naturally no wind above the wedding hall decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, but Changliu Shangxian's white robe sleeves and long black hair still fluttered silently in the hall, just like his agitated but speechless mood.
Among the guests from various factions, many people gloated at the misfortune as a joke, but no one dared to say a word. After all, the person who came to steal the bride was Lord Changliu who had broken through the tenth heaven.
It was eerily quiet.
Hua Qiangu couldn't see the deep helplessness and pain in his dark eyes as deep as a pool of water, or the knuckles under his wide sleeves that were already turning white. All she saw from under the big robe was that after a long silence, the silver light flourished and the white corners of the robe finally disappeared.
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Nani? Hua Qiangu gets married, and the groom is not Bai Zihua?
The majority of the bone-painting party slapped the table and shouted: Author, come out and let's talk about life!
The author put the lid on the pot and said: Ahem, don't worry, I am from your country too. "If it happens again, I will never fall in love with you again." Isn't this Xiaogu's vow before he died? Just let her be benevolent and fall in love with a young man from another family. For those of you who have read too many sweet articles on Huagufeng, please eat this brown sugar plum that I offer!