The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

Should she change her tune?What can you call him?his name?Or call me Mr. Lang?

Mr. Lang seems to be too sour, she can't call out, but the name——

His name twisted around her throat, but she still didn't say it.

She always felt that no matter what she called him, it was not as kind as calling Master, and it came naturally——

She was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt the world spinning for a while, and when she woke up again, she was already in his arms. [

Although I have already had a very close relationship with him, my heart is still swaying and beating excitedly when I am hugged by him at this moment.

The arm couldn't help climbing up his neck, and the feeling of happiness was almost overflowing.

The bridesmaids were almost dumbfounded, their mouths were wide open and they couldn't speak.

Such a tall man who would feel blasphemy just by looking at him unexpectedly picked up his bride like this, and strode out the door.

Outside the door is a sedan chair, which is a veritable sedan chair woven by various kinds of red flowers. The tens of thousands of flowers seem to be covered with morning dew, blooming gracefully, dazzlingly beautiful...

The four disciples who carried the sedan chair were Da Moliu, Lian Yu, and He Jin Yu Yunyin Lian Yue.

Zi Sang Hewan was in charge of opening the car curtain...

Luo Qingyu's eyes flickered across Zi Sang Hewan's face.

I don't know if it's because I've worked too hard these days, I haven't seen him for a few days, Zi Sanghe has lost a lot of weight, he pursed his lips slightly, although the corners of his lips are slightly smiling, but there is a trace of sadness in the bottom of his eyes...

Luo Qingyu turned her eyes away, for Zi Sang Hewan, she always had an indescribable apology——

Di Shiyin's arms tightened slightly. He didn't speak, but directly placed Luo Qingyu in the sedan chair, shook her hand, and then lowered the sedan chair curtain...

The sound of drums sounded again, blowing and blowing hit, and the sedan chair was lifted up...

The place where Luo Qingyu puts on makeup is her Feiyu Garden, while the Xitang is in the main hall of Luojia Mountain, more than ten miles away from here.

Of course, this mountain road is nothing in the eyes of the four major disciples.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Luo Qingyu didn't feel the slightest jolt, the flowers under her body were soft, as if she was sitting on a cloud——

Her heart also seemed to be floating in the clouds.

She is now married to Master——

I don't know why, but this scene always gives her a dreamlike feeling, so beautiful that it doesn't seem real.

Scenes from the time I met the Great Master passed through my mind like the wind. [

The first sentence he said when he saw her was 'Kill it. "The cloud is calm and breezy like crushing an ant to death.

The second time we met was at the bottom of the lava. She was in the stone room and he was outside the stone room. She gave him a hairpin, but the words he replied to her were "This is your dowry?"It's too shabby...'

At that time, she would never have imagined that one day she would fall in love with this black-bellied, cold and powerful god——

Apprenticeship at that time was nothing more than a strategy for profit, one was to escape for his life, and the other was to get close to Zi Sang Hewan...

Sure enough, fate is a wonderful thing, and something seems to have been predestined in the dark.

He didn't wear a mask today. I don't know if it will shock the eyes of everyone outside? Bleak 