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Perhaps because I was worried that the night was long and the dreams were too long, the wedding was held in a hurry after the parade.

But it was nothing wrong. Li Ou thought to himself, anyway, the entire castle and the entire city have now followed her orders. Every word she said is a golden rule, and every word she said is like an oracle.

Leo was wearing a Valian robe, with a long strip of cloth hanging on his neck and a white cloth scarf wrapped around his head, looking out of place, neither like a black-skinned monkey nor a white devil.

"Joker." Rosie sneered from the side.

Yes, he is really a clown. In this outfit, who do he want to show him? He still remembers the last time he was wearing such ridiculous costumes, he was still a child. It was a masquerade, he dressed up as a blood-sucking ghost and played and played in the dance, hiding behind the door, and scaring girls in the bushes. Thinking about it now, it was almost a century ago, and he couldn't remember who the little girl who was scared by him and cried, which attracted the guards. If her mother was alive, she would never want to see him dressed in such a clumsy ghost to welcome her wedding.

Li Ou pulled the clothes on his body. The clothes were almost breathable, and the sweat from the stuffy sweat made the whole body feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he was put into a steamer. He imagined that the wedding should not be like this. From head to toe, it seemed like he had put a shackle on him. The spider silk was wrapped and wrapped, tightened and tight, making him feel almost suffocated. He never thought that his wife would be a mysterious woman who had only known each other for more than ten days. He knew nothing about the other party, and they were full of open and secret struggles, dangerous, and fatal. They were like two mantis that were about to be united. And he knew that the males were usually eaten alive.

He took a sip of ice water to relieve his anxiety and anxiety. He was the only one in the room,

"Why don't you talk?" Rosie leaned against the window and sarcastically.

The flags were waving outside the window, and the sun had not yet shone at the top of the city wall, but the cheers and sweat were already scattered and elegant. The guests would soon pour into the Throne Hall, and there would be no doubt that this would be a day full of singing and glory, representing the combination of Sillis County and the Hejian Land, showing the broad territory of the Great Alliance - a vast territory that could make the Lord king. If the Thousand Lakes City State had not yet been destroyed, this would be even more worthy. Unfortunately... Forget it, the chips were in the hands of the female magician. He could only see how she flipped the cards.

"Are you stupid?" Rosie spoke again, "Is it so happy that I can't stop myself, and I'm selectively turning a blind eye to us?"

"Not that." He opened his mouth and finally could only sigh. He really didn't know how to speak, what else to say? He knew that not only him, but even the girls in the room were not happy to see what they were today. They would rather see one of them marrying him than see a woman who was inserted into her head. He guessed with a self-righteous idea. However, they were helpless. Even he himself could only take a gamble.

Rosie walked over unyieldingly and stood in front of him. Her short hair shone with her ears and shone in the sun, making his eyes afraid to look directly. "What's that?" she said coldly.

If he had known, he wouldn't have been the case today. "You and I know, you can't count it." He could only do it perfunctorily.

"Who knows what you think-"

Fortunately, before Rosie could ask again, salutes were fired in the square outside, and the maid knocked on the door, urging them to start the wedding, so they had to take their place.

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The new crown brought by the waiter was made of gold wire and crystal, which was half a arm high. After a little movement, it reflected a colorful rainbow light. Leo was curious about how the thin temple bishop could support its weight. The other party was presided over their wedding ceremony. Prince Patton and his fiancée stood in front of the tall gilded statue of the Mother of the Desert. It did not look like a combination between people.

The bride wore an ivory silk dress and a gray-black lace dress, and countless small pearls formed various flowers on the skirt, which looked very cute. As the only daughter of the Count of the Golden Ship and the last heir to the Hejian Land, she should have adopted the gold and black of the Oberon family, but chose the color of the temple to show her piety. The bride's cloak is made of green velvet lace and is embroidered with a hundred golden roses. Leo didn't know what these symbolic meanings were used. Anyway, it must have been the instruction of Erola.

The prince looked equally grand, wearing a dark rose-colored coat and a deep crimson velvet cloak... but that's all. He was like a manipulated puppet, with a silly smile on his face, and a completely foolish smile. He almost didn't shed disgusting spit.

"Today you should only have me, not other people." Erola said, "not to mention other men."

Li Ou pretended not to hear his teasing. "I was worried that the guy would swallow the rose in his hand as pig food." He said, "Look, his saliva is almost flowing out."

"You don't have to worry about this."

"Yes, yes, he is your puppet." He still didn't understand why she insisted on letting Nianta marry Prince Stupid Pig? Do it for others to see? Or is it part of Prince Patton's deal with the demon?

"Apologize, I'll tell you," she said.

He shrugged decisively and stopped talking.

When the prince put on his ornate crown, the purple-robed bishop came to them. If it weren't for the other exquisite and luxurious pearl and jade crown in the other party's hand, Li Ou would have almost forgotten that he was one of them.

Two new couples, Li Ou couldn't help but maliciously wonder whether the goatee-bearded old man in front of him would faint in the hall. The lady who was the God-Envoyee who was the priest was shaking, and his face was red and white. Die quickly, die quickly. Li Ou cursed the other party in fear that the world would not be in chaos.

But how can everything be as good as others wish?

Although the bishop was excited, he did not die. He successfully handed the crown to Leo, and then put it on for Airula. In just a moment, he felt countless gazes gathering on him, envy, jealousy, hatred, and even madness, all kinds of things. His eyes were like a knife, making him feel like he was about to be cut by these lives.

"What should you do next?" Erula, wearing a silver crown, blinked.

He hesitated.

"Don't turn your head to look at your girlfriends." Ayora's nails were deeply trapped in his arms. "Now I'm your wife." She whispered, "not them."

What is this? Did she make the fake come true? Or... her eyes were smiling and she couldn't see anything, and he couldn't guess it even more. A violent impulse suddenly arose in Li Ou's heart. She just wanted to pull off all her mask and disguise and see what expression she would show after she threw away these things.

"You should know how to do this." She urged again and again, "without it, the ceremony would not be complete."

He would rather be incomplete than become a husband and wife.

"Through this kiss, I offer my love." Prince Patton next to him announced crisply, but his expression was stiff and he could not see any joy. Nianta hardened her neck, tears flashed in her eyes, and the anxiety made her forget to reply.

She wanted to refuse. Leo could see clearly. He was embarrassed by her. He thought apologetically, but he could not help. If possible, who would let an unarmed woman act as a victim to save them? I wonder if the emperors would be so worried when they gave their daughters to marry each other since ancient times. They wanted to refuse, and run to the battlefield like a man, as a warrior, and were also worried, fearing that they would have an uncontrollable war. Fortunately, they had a last choice.

She has been dragging it for too long.

The prince repeated it again, and after a while, Leo immediately noticed a faint magic wind blowing by. What was she going to do? Neanta was wearing a wedge-shaped stone, enough to offset her mental hints. Leo's heart suddenly raised, fearing that Erola would find out about her abnormality: she would not listen to her orders.

"You can't wait?" He tried to divert her attention.

Thankfully, the jealous Rosie is stopping her. I love you so much! He cheered in his heart. Airula glared at the female mage in the crowd and gave up her indifferent behavior. She turned around and looked at Leo. "Because you don't force you, you can drag it again and again." She sneered coldly, "I have no doubt that if there is such a possibility, you will not kiss me until you die of old age."

“We have no feelings.”

"Even false thoughts can't be done?" Her words sounded a little melancholy.

He didn't know how to respond, so he had to say dryly, "I haven't tried it yet."

"Then try it, alchemist." She stretched out her hand, her fingers next to her fingers, and her white fingertips touched his wrist. "You won't regret it. I swear, you will be glad you met me. You are my lover, not an enemy."

This is hard to say. He didn't believe it at all. As for his lover, please, they are not children anymore. Will he believe in the nonsense of love at first sight? There is only confrontation and struggle between them, no intimacy and tenderness.

"I can't see this when you do it."

"Time will tell everything." She lowered her eyes, like a sad little wife. "Have I ever lied to you?"

It was too noisy around them, and they had to lean intimately to hear what the other party said softly. The guests cheered up. Do they think they would just kiss like this? However, the whistle and applause drowned in the sound of drums and flutes. He raised his eyes and saw the squat prince standing on tiptoe and kissing on Nianta's lips. The crown emitted a rainbow light again, and the bishop solemnly announced that Prince Patton of Sillis and Princess Nianta, the heir of the Hejian land, would be one body, one soul, and one soul.

"It's our turn," she said. "Don't look at your girlfriend."

Leo looked up at the image of the Desert Mother's woman. He had nowhere to hide. But the other party was not an ugly old woman. She was young, beautiful, and beautiful. You made a fortune, he told himself. So he lifted up her masked scarf, pointed it at her lips, and kissed her hard.
Chapter completed!