When he arrived at the sedan chair, Leng Hanche was about to bow in, but the golden matchmaker still dutifully reminded: "Lord, you can't enter the sedan chair." ”

Leng Hanche turned his head and looked at the golden matchmaker with cold eyes, and looked at Xiuying unhappily: Where did such a stupid matchmaker come from, is it possible that all the matchmakers in the whole country are dead?

"Mrs. Jin, this bride can't sit alone."

"If you can't sit down, let the maid accompany you." Mrs. Jin also said helplessly, "The bride and groom sit in a sedan chair together, which will be detrimental to the bride and cause incompatibility." ”

As soon as he heard that this would affect the sexual affairs, Leng Hanche immediately put away the displeasure on his face, and reminded the little peach and willow cat behind him: "Take good care of your young lady." ”

After putting the biwan away, Leng Hanche checked it uneasily, and then rode on the winged Pegasus and walked towards the Shura Mansion with the welcoming team.

But before he could go far, he heard a melodious flute fluttering from the sky.

It is strange to say that the sound of this flute directly overshadowed the noisy gongs and drums, forcing the queue to stop.

Hearing the sound of the flute, Leng Hanche smiled slightly: It's finally here.

Seeing the fiery red man floating in the distance, Leng Hanche rose against the wind: "Lingyunfeng, this king has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

As he spoke, a dark mist suddenly emanated from Leng Hanche's body, enveloping himself and Ling Yunfeng.

For the man in red who suddenly appeared, everyone stared and stretched their necks curiously.

King Shura's relatives have people who dare to rob him, and the most important thing is that the bride is still a dead person, is this person here to find death, or is he not afraid of death to make trouble?

"Who's that man?"

"Dressed in red, are you here to rob the bride?"

"King Shura's people dare to rob it, this is bold enough."

"Why hasn't this man ever been before?"

"Wouldn't this person be the one who killed Miss Bi, do you want Miss Bi to die without turning a blind eye?"

Everyone whispered about it, not scurrying around because someone suddenly snatched their relatives, but watched quietly as if watching a play, this scene was incomprehensible.

"Wan'er can only be my person, you are nothing." Ling Yunfeng held the flute and coldly announced the ownership of Biwan.

"Your people? You're just his brother all the while, and I'm her only man. Leng Hanche sneered, tooth for tooth and violence for violence was his favorite way, "Oh, I suddenly remembered, now in Wan'er's heart, you are nothing." ”

"No way, my place in her heart can't be replaced."

"Indeed, your current position in Wan'er's heart cannot be replaced." Leng Hanche sneered, "A person who wants to kill her, who wants her to die without looking at her." ”

Seeing the smile on the corner of Leng Hanche's mouth, Ling Yunfeng felt a sense of panic.

"Wan'er's death was caused by you, it wasn't you who sealed her mind, you didn't abandon her on the floating corpse island, how could she do this."

"Floating Corpse Island?" Ling Yunfeng looked at Leng Hanche in surprise, "You said floating corpse island?" ”

Seeing Ling Yunfeng's eyes flashing with panic, Leng Hanche sneered: "Marrying me is Wan'er's last wish, do you want to destroy it?" ”

No, the girl can only be her own, she can only belong to herself.

Ling Yunfeng stopped talking nonsense and directly picked up the flute and blew it, and with the sound of the flute, Leng Hanche saw Biwan walking out of the sedan chair with a smile and beckoning to himself.

Leng Hanche knew that this was an illusion created by Ling Yunfeng, and immediately controlled his mind and tried to find a way to get out.

With the control of Leng Hanche's thoughts, Biwan disappeared, and it was his mother Bai Rong'er who appeared in front of Leng Hanche's eyes again.

Seeing his mother, Leng Hanche immediately closed his eyes and used his soul essence to escape from Ling Yunfeng's illusion.