God, please abdicate

Chapter 88, Getting Married

"The Witch King is here," Sheng Sheng shouted outside the door, hearing the sound of heaven, the ritual officer almost wept with joy.

Jiu Yanqing took advantage of the eyes of everyone, dodged and hid in a place that no one found.She has no interest in kowtowing to people to say auspicious things.Whoever has the abused heart, whoever gets it.

When the Witch King came, he fell to his knees with a crash.Princess Lingjiu's blushing face finally eased down.In the entire hall, only Helian Jieyou was left, which outshone others.

The Witch King glanced at the hall, and shouted flatly.But a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.Killing intent towards Helian Jieyou.

Originally, the second prayer was to the empty chair in the hall.Now since the Witch King, the ritual officer immediately greeted him very dog-leggedly.

There's no way, if something goes wrong in this wedding, someone will tear him up.Now someone has finally accepted this hot potato. He must have done something earth-shattering in his previous life.

"Where did the wedding go?" The Witch King tapped on the chair with his fingers, looking careless.

The ceremonial officer bent over, "I have worshiped heaven and earth."

"Oh?" The Witch King thought for a while, "Then you can host it!"

On the jubilant face of the ceremonial officer, the expression that I will die quickly flashed across, and then changed expression quickly.Suppressing all expressions and sadness, he replied calmly, "Yes."

"Second obeisance to the Witch King." The ceremonial officer kept glancing at Ling Jiu, and shouted in his heart, aunt, my life is in your hands.You must not be pure!
Every time Ling Jiu glanced at the face of the ritual officer, his expression was different.Seeing his eyes that were about to cramp, he suddenly felt teasing again, and slightly bent his knees.

The ritual official's heart suddenly rose to his throat, the sky is going to kill me, the sky is going to kill me.When she saw that Princess Lingjiu bent her knees and bowed gracefully, her heart suddenly recovered.When he saw Ling Jiu gave him a mischievous look, the ceremony officer tremblingly shouted a salute.

He was teased, or laughed at.But thinking about it, he really wanted to save his life.Should he thank the princess for her teasing and ridicule?

After hearing the ceremony, Jiu Yanqing originally thought about going back to practice.But when she raised her foot, she heard someone discussing whether there would be a sacrificial dance at today's wedding.

Festival dance?

Jiu Yanqing turned around and went to the place where the guests gathered, waiting from day to night.Finally, when it was completely dark, a ray of red light appeared on the circular platform in the center.

Jiu Yanqing took a closer look, and there was a cloud pattern engraved in the center of the circular field.Where did the warm red light come from.With a flash of red light, he jumped onto the cloud-like stone sculptures around him.The white jade stone carvings quickly changed from a clear white jade color to blood red.Like the sunset glow in the sky, reflected in everyone's eyes.

The red light flickered, illuminating the entire mansion.

Because the circular field is in the middle of the small river, after the whole stage is illuminated.The lotus in the river actually bloomed all over the river in the blink of an eye.

The summer wind comes slowly, and the fragrance of lotus blows naughtily on the tip of the nose.

Just when everyone was coaxed into a happy mood by the lotus fragrance, a black figure quietly appeared on the round platform.

"Look, the sacrificial dance is about to begin."

"This is... the saint who guards the altar!" Someone roared excitedly, for fear of disturbing the saint.

The saint of the altar has been guarding the side of the altar all her life.In this life, apart from learning the sacrificial dance, studying the sacrificial dance, and teaching disciples, there are very few occurrences in this life.

Except for large-scale sacrificial activities, the saint will appear and perform sacrificial dances. Almost no one has seen the saint.

In their minds, the saint is holy, mysterious, noble and inviolable.

The more people like this, the more they can arouse everyone's interest.

"Here we come," the Witch King looked at the black figure on the stage and smiled meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)