The pampered palm of the president

Chapter 845
Situ Qingyin looked up at the clock on the wall, it was 58:[-].

Thousands of years ago, the auspicious time for getting married in the mortal world was dusk, and people believed that time was an auspicious time.

But the gods belong to yang, and noon is the moment when yang is at its peak, and twelve o'clock is an auspicious time for them.

2 minutes left!
Situ Qingyin's stiff eyelids flickered, and he looked down at the big gilt characters on the invitation.

Looking at the word Gu Ning over and over again, the sun shining on it made his eyes hurt.

Knowing that it might not help if he went, but he couldn't help but go.

Even if it's just to look at her.

He has no time to think about why the witch god sent this invitation, maybe it is to show off, or it may be something else.

Right now, he only wants to see Xuan Liyou, and his heart aches when he thinks about it.

Suddenly, a burst of light came out from the invitation card, completely enveloping Situ Qingyin.

The next moment, Situ Qingyin was no longer in the room.

A red card dangled down, and the bronzing letters on it melted away like ice and snow in hot water...

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A world of beauty that cannot be described in words.

Singing birds and fragrant flowers, pavilions, towers and pavilions, everything is beautiful.

Red lanterns hung under the eaves, with words such as Newly Married and Happy, Forever Together.

As the breeze blows, the delicate red silk seems to turn into red waves, rippling slightly.

A festive scene appeared in front of Situ Qingyin unexpectedly, and the melodious chirping of birds sounded like mourning in his ears, piercing his already battered heart.

"You came."

The door was opened, and Mo Lian, who was dressed in a red robe, between the eyebrows of the witch god turned red at some point, and looked even more bewitching.

The demeanor of the witch god is much stronger than Situ Qingrui, no wonder Gu Ning praised him so much.

"It's probably the first time you've seen me."

Seeing that Situ Qingyin was silent, the witch god smiled gently.

The two met each other thousands of years ago, but at that time, Qin Xiao wanted to save Gu Ning and was afraid of being caught up by him, so he hugged Gu Ning and ran desperately, so he didn't have time to see his appearance.

Just remember, he had black hair at the time.

"Oh, I saw it once. When Ning'er died, I regretted not being able to help her out of anger, and my hair turned white overnight."

Seeing him staring at the long snow-white hair on his shoulders, the witch god raised his delicate hands and curled up a strand of hair, his brows were light.

"Come in, don't miss the auspicious time. Ning'er is still waiting."

After speaking, he turned and went into the house.

There is a red carpet on the ground, flowers are blooming on both sides, and butterflies are dancing.

Although there were no guests, the singing of birds and beasts was very lively.

"Fifth brother, you said there are guests coming, are they here?"

Staring at the red hijab Xuan Liyou put her legs together, put her hands on her knees, and sat in a dignified and obedient posture.

Hearing footsteps, he couldn't help asking curiously.

"I went out just now to pick him up. The auspicious time has come, Ning'er, it's time for us to worship."

The witch god walked over, stretched out his hand to hold one of her snow-white palms, and pulled her up with a slight force.

Situ Qingyin looked at her with clenched fists, Xuanliyou was led by the witch god, standing there gracefully, a set of mortal phoenix coronets and Xiapei was worn on her body, beaming with joy.

He wanted to call her, but there seemed to be something blocked in his throat, and he couldn't utter a word.

Both feet seemed to be glued to the ground and could not be lifted.

He could only watch quietly and in despair as the woman he had loved for two lifetimes worshiped someone else.

The witch god led Xuan Liyou to the center of the hall, and stood firm in front of two empty chairs.

(End of this chapter)