So at this moment, when Mo Qingcheng put the kitchen knife on the neck of the servant guarding the gate, and then the bandit yelled "Take me to the Happy Hall..." and the servant's legs trembled, and immediately wet his crotch. Then, he didn't even put his fart, and moved forward carefully with his body. Only those eyes did not stay in Mo Qingcheng's hands, for fear that Mo Qingcheng would be able to get his life out of the way...

Mo Qingcheng was a little annoyed. He moved over like this and finished worshiping the hall. The kitchen knife in his hand rudely slapped the servant's head, and then said in a thick voice.

"Damn! Hurry up, I'll delay my robbing of the bride and castrate you..."

When the servant heard this, he shook even harder. He accelerated his pace and did not dare to mushroom again...

Mo Qingcheng was so angry that he thought to himself, "What era is this? He regards his little brother as more important than his life... He is dead, and he still has to be fucked by a little jj...'

If others know what Mo Qingcheng is thinking, they must be impressed by this extraordinary thinking... I am afraid that only monsters like Mo Qingcheng will frequently miss their thoughts at critical moments, thinking about what is there...

In fact, Mo Qingcheng has only been here for the last time. With the compass of ancient Yanfeng, Mo Qingcheng is happy to be idle... Besides, as for Mo Qingcheng's lazy and cramped temperament, she will never come to the place where she subconsciously will never deliberately watch or remember it...

So, even though she pulled Gu Yanfeng to take her over the wall and got the cart in with her, she still couldn't remember what she should have...

So, when the servant brought Mo Qingcheng out of the wedding hall, Mo Qingcheng still saw the bride covered with a veil at a glance, just like the last time...

Huaer was already very bookish, so even though she was wrapped in a bright red wedding dress, she still looked very comfortable... So Mo Qingcheng did not make a fool of himself like last time...

Standing outside the crowd of people wrapped in the three layers inside and three layers outside, he turned his gaze to Mo Qinghan, who was expressionless on the side...

The dark Mo Qinghan faded away. Although he lost his deep tone, the cold charming aura of his body did not diminish at all. He was as charming as Li Ruge, Bai Zhiyan's warmth, Feng Lishang's enchanting charm, and everyone was born pure. If it was engraved in his bones, even if he lost all the auxiliary colors one day, he would still be shocking and shocking...

Sure enough, the protagonist of the wedding banquet did not have the joy of Chunxiao for a moment. At this moment, those silences and those who remained unchanged suddenly suppressed the atmosphere very low. Therefore, even though the guests smiled happily and sighed at the appearance of talented men and women. When the heavens were made, Mo Qingcheng still felt his tongue astringent and a faint smell of fishyness...

Mo Qinghan's eyes wandered, and his once deep eyes were covered with a light stream of light, like a layer of protective color, which made no one see the emotions...

Huaer is well-behaved. Since she has already entered the wedding hall, she will not have any actions that do not match the scene...

At that moment, Mo Qingcheng looked at the pair of "virtual people" on the joy hall, and suddenly felt that what people said was very reasonable. The world is so big that it is really amazing...

Who would have thought that when the handsome men and beautiful women who are about to enter the wedding are even farther away than strangers when holding hands...

Yes, from the heart, even if it is close, it is like the ends of the world...

I only know the result and why, but I still have to continue this ridiculous plot...

So, Mo Qingcheng still made a brilliant appearance when the host's host shouted "Three Worships in Heaven and Earth"... but his shocking image illuminated the pupils that had lost their focal length...

The low and soft voice finally made the bride who had been living in the painting lift off the veil, and then, if she was soaked in spring, she was so stupid, so quiet, so greedy...

Mo Qingcheng Road

"Slow down..."

So, Mo Qingcheng was in the eyes of everyone, calmly took the red carpet that he automatically gave up, moving forward step by step, so slowly, so selfless, and so smiling like a flower...

On the dirty little face, the scars should have been very ferocious. At this moment, the candle with tears reflected the tears made the skin beside it look as white as snow...

The smile, as if there was no sorrow or joy, was silently looking at the bright red groom, then tilted his head, bent his eyes into crescent moons, and smiled and said with a smile

"Let's elope!" With a word, the audience was silent. Mo Qingcheng frowned with some distress, looked at Huaer and muttered.

"Bring your bride..." Mo Qingcheng just finished speaking...

However, Huaer, who had never seen any reaction, suddenly raised a clear smile on her face, as if she was grateful, as if she knew it, as if she was content, but as if she was like a lotus, it was so beautiful...

Mo Qingcheng looked at the smile and always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say something was wrong. No matter how calm a person was, he could never smile so freely. That kind of perception was so light that it made people frightened... It didn't even matter whether he was alive or not...

Thinking of this, Mo Qingcheng felt nervous, but everything was like it was already destined...

Yu Qianhua's lips, which were smiling with a clear smile, began to seep a trace of bright red, reflecting the face that gradually turned white even after being painted with rouge. For a moment, she was so beautiful...

Mo Qingcheng almost had no hesitation and stepped forward, hugging Yu Qianhua's gradually limp body into his arms...

Perhaps because of the loss of strength, I sat on the ground all over my body... and then exclaimed in panic.

"Hua'er, what's wrong with you..."

The painting in my arms and the smile between my lips became stronger and stronger, and only the clear eyes were full of Mo Qingcheng's clear silhouettes...

Those anxious and panic-filled eyes were filled with a trace of ignorance, and all the rest was the woman's lifelong stubbornness...

"Don't worry, I will never rob your beloved in my life..." Yu Qianhua in her arms smiled sweetly, and her gentle and soft expression was really good. For a moment, she touched Mo Qingcheng's tear glands that had dried up for a long time...

Only in the end, she still didn't cry, because the woman's crystal-like fingers were as bright as onion, and when Mo Qingcheng's sourness was about to flood, she just touched Mo Qingcheng's eyelids, and then said in a slightly naughty and soft voice.

"Don't cry..."
Chapter completed!