Nirvana's wife is too black

Chapter 461 Can't Let It Go (1)

The North Continent is the closest place to the Shura Clan. Looking at the courtyard with red doors and high walls, Feng Wu stopped here.

The red silk silk everywhere showed the joy here, and the red lantern above the red door hurt her eyes.

"Mu Ge..." Feng Wu murmured, hiding behind a tree, wearing a red satin dress, embroidered with a phoenix soaring in the sky.

It looks like a wedding dress, because of the dazzling red, it complements the lanterns on the red door, but the silence here has disappeared, but it seems that the paradise is quiet and picturesque.

The noisy sounds, the beating of gongs and drums were very lively, but all of these seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Looking at the people in front of the eight sedan chairs, Feng Wu's expression was neither sad nor happy.

The pain in the fundus is enough to make people feel distressed.

"It's so painful, why is it still like this?"

Not far away, Shang Nan shook his head and smiled wryly, hiding in the dark and waiting quietly.

He can't do anything, he can neither defy the law nor the will of the heavens.

Sensing a seemingly absent sound behind her, Feng Wu looked back thoughtfully, turned around and disappeared in place, but the next moment she appeared in Beijia.

In an instant, the gongs and drums stopped, and the scene was silent for an instant. The guests who came and went stopped their movements, and time seemed to stand still.

"Oh my god, why did the bride appear here, shouldn't it be..."

"Should? What should be?" Feng Wu looked at everyone with a smile, but the smile on the corner of her mouth made people shudder: "Should I stay in that sedan chair and wait for Bei Muge to pick me up? A joke, my soul Did he just go to the Temple of Goddess?"

"Spirit girl?"

"Spirit girl?!"

A louder surprised sound made the smile on the corner of Feng Wu's mouth deeper.

"Didn't it mean that the spirit girl is already dead?"

"That's right, according to historical records, didn't the Spiritual Girl of the Heavenly Dao die at the foot of Biluo Mountain with the Holy Son of the Witch Race and the God Son of the Monster Race hundreds of millions of years ago?"

"Historical records, it is indeed written like this." A voice broke through the voices of the discussion, and interrupted the voice of everyone talking about the death of the spiritual girl: "And, the spiritual girl and the holy son of the witch tribe are indeed dead. .”

"However, that doesn't mean they won't reincarnate."

"On behalf of the Shang family, I welcome the spirit girl back." The Patriarch of the Shang family said, kneeling on one knee respectfully, making Feng Wu laugh without saying a word.

But his eyes swept to the people around him, and the smile on his mouth suddenly cooled down.

"On behalf of the Mo clan, I welcome the spirit girl back."

"I only represent the Qian clan..."

"Junior Sister Wan'er."

Feng Wu smiled and looked back at the Mo clan, where Mo Wan'er was.

The indifference in her eyes was gradually stained with a smile. This was not the first time she had met Mo Wan'er, she was still dressed in a black dress, and her hair was pulled up neatly.

"Wan'er has seen three...spiritual girls."

"Just call my senior sister." Feng Wu smiled and waved her hands: "You and my senior sister don't need that set of etiquette."

"Yes, Senior Sister." Mo Wan'er smiled, even though she was dressed in a strong outfit, she was tainted with peerless elegance under this smile.

"Ye and the Qilin clan welcome the spirit girl back and have met the master."

"My lord is here too, Wu." Accompanied by Bai Chen's call, a cute nine-tailed white mink suddenly appeared on Feng Wu's shoulder: "Hey, what are you doing kneeling on the ground? Flatten your body."

"You." Feng Wu smiled helplessly and nodded her head.

Before the words were finished, the voice of the welcoming team came from outside the door, and Feng Wu's expression suddenly changed.

　For this chapter, I don’t know how to choose the chapter name, so let’s use these three words.

　　How about the front edge?
　　How about a broken heart?

　　What can be cut is the previous life, and what is broken is also the previous life. As for some people in the comment area saying that the heroine is, I accept good opinions, and I also accept criticism.

　　The new book "The Long Road to Chasing Wife: Great God, We Are Not Familiar" asks for support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)