C20 Greeting(2)

The seed spirit had already seen through Zi Man's ambiguous and dirty thoughts. He disdainfully said coldly, "Could it be that young master thinks the Gu family is a suspect in the assassination of an assassin?"

Zi Man gave a fake smile and said, "How dare you!"

The child spirit snorted, "Since that's the case, why aren't you chasing after the assassin, and stay here?"

Zi Man then bitterly waved her hand, ordering the soldiers to leave. He had already taken a few steps before he turned his head back. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Prince Chen's cold eyes that were like sharp arrows. He did not dare to stay any longer and turned around to leave.

The two of them were disturbed, and although Xia Ji was upset, the spirit started to laugh heartily. It simply hugged her along with her shirt and pressed her to its chest, saying gently, "It was me who couldn't help it just now. This isn't good. I can't let anyone strike at you like this. Xia Ji, from tomorrow onwards, I will send more people to protect you until you are carried onto the bridal sedan. "

Her little vexation vanished.

The entire capital was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus and rice wine. The gongs and drums were loud and the colorful silk fluttered in the air. The commoners rushed to spread the news and Zheng Mu's daughter was about to be married off.

Three days later, the bridal sedan set left.

The daughter of the Zheng Clan, the wife of the Chen Nation, was well-matched throughout the years and was rewarded by everyone.

The red carpet had been laid out for the wedding ten miles from the palace gate. It was extremely loud and everyone was envious of it. All the unmarried women came to watch the show and longed for such a glorious day of marriage.

Dark Lord Wu Yan was mixed in with the crowd.

Beneath the black bamboo hat was an uneasy face.

In the past few days, everything she saw on the way and everything she heard were either Xia Ji's secret relationship with her brother, or Xia Ji had climbed onto Prince Chen's body and was about to fly up the branch to become a phoenix.

Who was that damned Brother Shu? Who was Crown Prince Chen Guo?

People came and went. No one knew the heart under the bamboo hat that was on the verge of destruction — the most powerful demon heart in the world had already been burnt to ashes by the scorching sun fire.

At this moment, not to mention the arrival of the Immortal Emperor in person, even an ordinary mortal could make him collapse.

He was already powerless towards the survival of the demon realm. He could no longer hear the cries of the demon spirits. Even the exultant joy of the Immortal Emperor's successful sneak attack was unable to arouse his desire for revenge …

Carrying his last breath, he hurried through the night, all for the sake of his last wish.

He wanted so much to see her;

He had been waiting for her to grow up.

He longed for her to give him thousands of children.

After counting with her fingers, she was already a young girl in the prime of her youth.

How could he be willing to give up at such a time and not fulfill his last wish?

It was night, and the air was so hot that there was not a drop of water in it. The wind that blew against his face was dry and suffocating.

Wu Xun was hiding on top of a large tree, looking at the servants who were passing by in shock.

The banquet had already been set up. All kinds of cattle and sheep had already been slaughtered, and the smell of cooked meat was everywhere. Hundreds of different fruits were arranged around the table.

What was even more terrifying was the huge red lantern hanging around him. The large 'double' character on it was shocking to behold.

From the most gorgeous palace came the sounds of chirping birds and dancing birds. All sorts of praises, flattery, toasts, everyone was drunk on the alcohol …

He followed the nine winding corridors in the direction of the deer park.

When she stopped walking, she actually felt a little afraid of getting closer to home.

The thousand-year-old peach tree was so hot that it was on the verge of drying up. All sorts of annoying autumn bugs came to join in the fun, chirping non-stop. The footsteps of the neat guards could be heard, indicating the high status of the humans.

Wu Yan hid in the dark.

Prince Chen waved his hand to signal the guards to stop and then walked towards the deer park alone. Every time he went to see Xia Ji, he would always bring his guards with him, afraid that he would disturb her.

However, on this night, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness, just like the jade cup that had dropped to the ground and shattered at the feast. Before the wedding, it was not a good sign.

He thought that the greatest threat would come from this shameless fellow called Zi Man. He refused to give up and took the opportunity to create trouble. He was constantly spying on his own movements, threatening Xia Ji. If it wasn't for the fact that he was the son of Master Zheng Mu, and Xia Ji's own brother, he would've long wanted to kill this fellow.

Tonight, he had to personally confirm Xia Ji's safety before he could safely set out on his journey.

There was no wind, but he felt something move in the dark.

This was a soldier's instinct, the kind of vigilance that had developed over the years on the battlefield. He chased after them, but there were no signs of movement from left to right. The first three steps were for the patrolling guards, so they didn't notice anything amiss.

The child spirit secretly laughed at himself for being so nervous before his marriage. He had experienced so much war, so why was he so nervous before his marriage?

He didn't hesitate any longer as he strode towards the deer park.

Wu Xian revealed himself from the shadows after his figure completely disappeared.

He had not yet recovered from the shock of the glimpse he had just taken — for heaven's sake, little prince.

It was actually the little prince.

Of course, the world wouldn't recognize the little prince of the immortal clans. Ji Wuxue, who had been reborn after falling into the black hole of time for hundreds of thousands of years, definitely wouldn't recognize the little prince either … Even the young prince himself would never know of his past and present lives.

But he recognized it.

He recognized the Dark Lord himself.

He was indeed a young prince, a young prince with long green eyelashes, a weak and ignorant youth of the immortal race. However, this youth was not only weak, but also had a kind of power that could destroy the heavens and the earth …

Having reincarnated into the human world, he had already shed his childish ways. He had become more powerful, more powerful, more astute, and more scheming.

In the shades on his palm, he played up the glorious twenty-odd years of Prince Chen's son spirit: Thirteen years old, fifteen years old, first rank, seventeen years old, a great achievement, nineteen years old, starting his own army, twenty-five years old, he was already the most powerful person in the country, and also the most powerful general in the world today, the de facto monarch of Chen.

The young man from back then became a wargod of his generation.

He was frightened out of his wits.

It was not the kind of power that could destroy the world and the world like the little prince — it was the luck of rebirth that had lasted for tens of thousands of years.

Little prince, how did he find Ji Wuxue?

How could that be?

How could that be?

They were not neighbors, they were not from the same country, they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers … How could they meet in such an odd manner?

In addition, she became his fiancée. She was to be married to him, be his wife, be his wife, be his wife, get his betrothal gift, and prepare the wedding ceremony … Everything was ready, just waiting for the bridal chamber.

What a terrible fate.

He suddenly thought of the unparalleled complacent expression of the Immortal Emperor when he released the Scorching Heaven Flames. His heart trembled. That's right, that's right. The Immortal Clan has always been the target of human worship and reverence. Humans still eat countless fireworks... From the wild to the fruit, from the livestock to the living … Year after year, generation after generation, all for the sake of being able to one day ascend into the heavens and become a member of the immortal race …

It was unknown how many people had succeeded in the past ten million years, and he did not care. He only slowly realized — the Immortal Emperor knew all of this.

Everyone in the world might not know who the little prince was, but the Immortal Emperor did.

It didn't matter if it was the crown prince of Chen or the son of a great general … He was still the son of the Immortal Emperor.

Therefore, before his wedding, the Immortal Emperor had despicably ambushed him and personally stepped in and severely injured him, the Black Demon King.

A turbid air surged in his chest, so manic that it almost split his internal organs. He swallowed it whole and silently walked towards the deer park.

The fragrance of the osmanthus flowers was so strong that it made people feel uncomfortable.

Even the moonlight was emitting a terrible heat.

Wu Sang was hiding in the doorway. A sweet and gentle voice was heard, "Heh, Zi Ling …"

With that sentence, in the next moment, she had already hugged someone's hand.

She was the first to reach out her hand … She held out her hand before Prince Chen … It was as if hugging him was something she was already very familiar with. She was all wrapped up in his chest, extremely affectionate. The two of them were whispering something to each other …

The Dark Lord felt his heart break.

Ji Wu Xue, Ji Wu Xue, you have already forgotten about me!

Ji Wu Xue, no wonder you never shouted my name to the sky.

For example, thousands of years ago, she had always been childhood sweethearts with him, and he, Black Demon King, had always been an unnecessary person.

He didn't know where this heartbreak came from. Perhaps it was caused by the scorching sun fire, or perhaps it was caused by the lack of a Luminous Pearl. It was more likely due to him seeing his death … And she, was about to marry someone else …

Something was about to spurt out of his chest, and he couldn't help it. He smelled blood on the end of his nose.

The moonlight was mottled, the shade of the flower was tired, and the fragrance of the beauty in his embrace eased Prince Chen's uneasiness. After a long while, he gently released her and gently said, "Xia Ji, tomorrow I will set out for the wedding camp to meet you. Rest assured, we are very close. I have also sent guards to protect you so that nothing unexpected will happen. "

As long as she was close to him, the tension would automatically dissipate.

Just as she let go, her forehead suddenly pressed lightly against his chest. "Child spirit, I'm afraid …"

He was startled and felt that the words were very familiar.

"Ji Wuhua, wait for me, I'm scared …"

The call was fleeting and elusive, and he could not recall it any longer.

However, the indescribable nervousness returned to life.

Even though he had experienced hundreds of battles, his voice was still trembling, "Xia Ji, what's wrong? What are you afraid of? "

She didn't know.

It was an instinct, invisible and formless.

What was there to be afraid of?

Son of a barbarian?

An unknown future?

It seemed like it was, but it also seemed like it wasn't!

He held her close again and asked softly, "What are you afraid of?"

Her voice was leisurely, it was definitely not the tone of a cute girl, as if she had experienced thousands of years of suffering, "I'm afraid … "I don't know. I was just suddenly scared …"