Snake King begging Ji

Chapter 102 The Bridal Chamber (19)

Yu She didn't take the sword away either, and just yelled at Ye Qing: "Don't talk about this, stretch your muscles with me!"

Ye Qing said in a muffled voice: "Yes!" The two of them spread out in the courtyard, dancing into two snake shadows in an instant, one white and one green, really beautiful.

And the red falling in the garden is like rain, and the white snow is flying away, which is even more touching.

Ye Qing gradually found it difficult to resist Yu She's blind attack, he knew exactly what the master's displeasure was about, so he had to say a few words of comfort: "Master, since you have regrets in your heart, why did you marry her?"

He also knew clearly what happened back then.

Yushe gritted her teeth: "You don't understand! If I don't keep her, I won't even have the last thought!"

Yes, she is not Tianji, but she also touched the soft thread of love in his heart.

Now, even if he has regrets, he can't turn back.

"Then since you want to keep her, why don't you want to be nice to her?" Ye Qing didn't understand, he really didn't understand, originally for monsters like them, affection was indeed a superfluous luxury.

In his opinion, maybe if he wants to keep someone by his side, he should be 100% good to her, right?
But why wouldn't the master think so?What is he thinking?
Yushe didn't answer any more, but just swept away the flowers and rain all the way, until finally he heard the footsteps of the guards, and he suddenly stopped in the air.

It landed gracefully and silently, but the silver-white robe was covered with red petals, and a begonia petal was picked up casually, and the tentacles were soft, as if looking forward to the crimson face roasted by charcoal fire.

With a low sigh, he turned and went into the inner room, let's change clothes, and prepare for today's wedding.

Panpan was tidied up meticulously by everyone, put on a bright red wedding dress embroidered with phoenix flowers, and a robe made of pearls, a heavy phoenix crown was pressed on her head, on her ears, on her hands, Around her neck, countless jingling and precious jewels were hung. When she looked in the mirror, she couldn't help but gasped.

She is just like an aunt who sings Peking Opera—look, those eyebrows, that figure, and the way she walks are all orderly, it's not that she suddenly became a lady, but that this outfit is really tiring!

(End of this chapter)