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Chapter 352 I Want To Marry (Part [-])

After that, Xiao Lian came to provoke her every few days. The two fought for a few days, and Sheng Xueyi healed her for a few days, and then fought again.

During this period, Sheng Xueyi got married dozens of times, killed dozens of brides, and went out to hold three pujas.

But no matter how busy he is, as long as Xiao Lian appears, he will definitely fight, and the bridal chamber flower candle is busy killing his wife is no exception.

It was probably because he hadn't encountered such an opponent for a long time. After every fierce battle, Sheng Xueyi was in a good mood. His disciples all said that Master's Bingshan face was much prettier than before.

It's just that the red-robed witch is becoming more and more outrageous.

In the beginning, she still stood at the door and shouted, then she launched a surprise attack, and later, even when the master was taking a bath, she didn't let her go.

The most outrageous time was the last Fa conference, she was so openly provocative and fought, not only provoking, but also molesting in public!Use your hands and feet!One chest, one buttocks.

As if the master is pure in mind and body, he can't understand those nasty words, but the tens of thousands of immortal cultivators who are watching can clearly see the disheveled claws!
What's more, a woman who keeps talking about Laozi and Laozi, and everyone mentions that Sheng Xueyi is "that bitch Xueyi Dousha", really, tsk tsk tsk...!
For these, other people's righteous indignation is secondary. The most terrible thing is that Sheng Xueyi himself has been taken advantage of, but he never gets angry.

Who can do anything to a woman who even Sheng Xueyi can't do anything to?

So now, all the immortals in Huayuan know that Shisanyi is a well-known character. Many crooked demons and goblins became younger brothers, occupying the dangerous place where ghosts and wolves howled in Wuwang Land, and became the head of the female devil.

On this day, it was the Zhentian Valley Ceremony again. Sheng Xueyi had just killed his No. 70 second wife, standing above the sea of ​​people, looking down on all living beings, like a god coming to the mortal world, but he had no intention of preaching any scriptures or passing on any Dharma.

The expected sound of the dragon thorn did not come as expected.

She didn't come!
For ten whole days, Sheng Xueyi was in a state of restlessness, and when the puja ended hastily, she plunged headlong into Wuwang Land, picked up the giant beast guarding the gate with two swords, and entered her magic lair.

"Where's Thirteen Yi?"

He was dressed in pure white, standing among the group of demons, and his body was glowing with a faint silver light.

The demons and ghosts were so blinded by the silver light that they dared not look directly, "Her old man is not here."

"Where have you been?"

"I...we are just little ones, how dare we ask about Her Majesty the Queen."

"Then I am waiting for her here!"

Sheng Xueyi stepped on Xiao Lian's throne, poked the Void Sword on the ground, closed his eyes as if in a trance, and remained motionless.

Xueyi Shengjun actually stayed at their house and refused to leave. None of Xiao Lian's boys dared to step forward and say a word, so they had to accompany him.

In this way, until a long time later, the cold dragon thorn pointed at his throat, "What are you doing here?"

Sheng Xueyi's eyelids lifted, Xiao Lian's eyes were red, standing in front of him, his expression was cold, very tired, as if he had just cried.

"The Void Sword is a bit idle." He looked into her eyes, his heart trembled slightly, and he stood up, "But now it seems that it's not the right time, come back."

He had waited for her for so long, and now that she was in a bad mood, he felt that maybe he, the person she hated, would disappear immediately, which would be the best kindness to her.

The moment Sheng Xueyi passed her by, he saw that she was holding an old yellowed white cuju in her hand, with a few incomplete bells on it, the tassels had faded, and the leather was mottled and cracked. It's old, like it was dug out of a grave.

"and many more."

Behind him, Xiao Lian called softly, and suddenly turned around and hugged his waist from behind, leaning tightly on his back, his body trembled slightly, probably crying again.

Sheng Xueyi was suddenly hugged by her like this, and his body froze in place. He never knew how to comfort others, and he was never heartless and ungrateful. I had no choice but to stick around like this.

Xiao Lian beat him with his fist, the more he cried, the more sad he became, "Give me back Tangtang! Give her back to me! I miss her so much, give her back to me!"

Her tears wet his clothes, warm at first, then a little cold later.

"The dead are gone..., the mourning goes on..." Sheng Xueyi didn't know how to comfort her.

Over the years, he has learned a little bit about that Tangtang from her mouth, but it was only a little bit, she didn't mention it much, and he didn't ask. When they met, they always had very few words. Use real guns to express emotions.

With a bang, he was slapped hard on the back, "Bastard! How much do you want me to mourn! Her tomb has been flattened, where will I pay her respects in the future! You give me back Tangtang!"

It turned out that a few days ago, it happened to be the anniversary of Litang's death. She forcibly crossed time and space again and returned to Liguang, only to find that under the flames of war, the Emperor's Palace had already disappeared, and the original site of the Emperor's tomb was razed by the new King of the West Land. The hunting ground, implying that the emperors of all dynasties in the Westland will be trampled under the hooves of horses forever after death.

Xiao Lian was furious, turned into a real body, and turned the newly established dynasty into a piece of scorched earth with a mouthful of fire. He tried his best to find the only relic of Litang, and he came back after many days.

The more she cried, the lower Sheng Xueyi's eyebrows and eyes drooped, "If I become a god in the future, I might still be able to help you, but right now, there is really nothing I can do."

He really wanted to help him, but he was a cold-hearted person who couldn't say any soft words.

"You marry me!" Xiao Lian suddenly jumped in front of him, solemnly said: "Sheng Xueyi, marry me!"

It was just killing his wife to preach, he just had to kill her.

After so many years, she had beaten and scolded enough, it was time to go back, maybe after he returned to the true god, he would really be able to find Tangtang for her.

As for what to do after death, she naturally has her own way.

Sheng Xueyi's eyebrows turned cold suddenly, as if he was frightened by her, he pushed her away suddenly, "Impossible."

Throwing down these three words, they fled and disappeared like a whoosh.

impossible……?
Xiao Lian stood there dumbfounded.

After fighting for so many years, could it be that there is really revenge?

He wasn't angry when she beat him to death, and he wasn't angry when she teased him in different ways. Ordinarily, he should like her.

Now that she had proposed marriage on her own initiative, he actually said "impossible" and ran away!

The golden dragon thorns poked a hole in the marble under his feet, making the whole magic cave buzz.

A horse boy came over, "My Lady Queen, do you want to start a fight?"

"Screw it! I want to get married!"

……

Half a month later, Xueyi Shengjun married No.70's third wife.

Huayuan's woman has an almost obsessive admiration for Sheng Xueyi, and she is full of the temperament of a gambler. Knowing that she will die, she wants to risk herself.

It seems that Sheng Xueyi is a rare treasure, knowing that those who get close to it will die, but treasure hunters still flock to it.

It's just that the daughter's family thinks so, but the daughter's parents don't think so.

This time, his new wife is from Xuantianzong.

The head of the Xuantian Sect has three daughters, the eldest and the second are all as beautiful as a flower, and only the third is from the old king next door. Not only is she black, but she is also ugly, and there is a big mole on the corner of her mouth. .

The so-called eight-character eyebrows, triangular eyes, hooked nose, and toad mouth are all about her.

Half a month ago, Sheng Xueyi suddenly sent a flying letter with only a few words, "Choose a daughter and send it to the Lotus Palace."

The heart of Xuantian Sect Sect Master collapsed at that time.

Even if it is a small family, it is finally their turn.

The boss and the second child must be reluctant, so the eyes of the old suzerain and his wife fell on the third child.

Anyway, how many good-looking ones are sent to die, our family, why don't we send an ugly one, if she survives, she will be lucky, if she can't survive, she will die well.

So the third lady of Xuantianzong was just being dragged, stuffed, covered, and put on a sedan chair.

The sedan chairs used in the Lotus Palace to welcome the bride are pure white, although they are elegant, they are also simple and simple, not like getting married, but more like going to a funeral.

Now carrying the bride, four bearers, two disciples, and four serving maids, a simple and uncomplicated welcoming team set off.

Along the way, relying on Sheng Xueyi's white jade lotus order, the team went unimpeded, and no one dared to delay for half a minute.

Until one day, there was no one on the road, and everything was quiet and eerie. The leading disciple looked up and saw a man sitting on an old tree in the distance, dressed in red, looking up at the sky, with his hands in his hands Juggling with a golden stick.

"It's not good, Thirteen Yi is looking for bad luck!"

With a whoosh, the people receiving the marriage, including the bearer and the bride, all threw away the sedan chair, and ran away without a trace.

(End of this chapter)