sun devour

Chapter 300

Time is like running water, it is an eternal existence, it will never stop, it will take away everything.

For the rest of this month, Yu Xiaofeng and Rabbit were too suffocated, Yu Xiaojie was afraid that these two daredevils would go directly to make trouble, so he kept a close eye on them, and almost never let them out of the east wing.

In June, thousands of flowers are in full bloom, and the whole city of flowers is full of fragrance.

"It's really a beautiful scene!"

These are words of emotion left by a sage who once came here.

Here, all the flower species in the sanctuary are gathered. Because of the special terrain, thousands of flowers bloom naturally in this season, and the scene during it is so beautiful.

This year's Flower Appreciation Festival is a little different. There is no festive atmosphere among the big and small powers. On the contrary, in the Ten Thousand Flowers City, everything is full of depression.

Teams of guards from the Oiran Gate filled the entire street, and even those who came to celebrate the flower viewing festival felt an unusual aura.

"Chichichi!"

The divine light streaked across the sky like a shooting star, and fell into the Oiran Gate.

"What a strong breath!"

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

"It seems that something big is about to happen in Wanhua City."

Looking at the imposing Oiran gate guards standing and beside him, everyone was thoughtful.

The divine light continued to flicker across, casting a thick layer of dark clouds over the heads of all the big and small forces in Wanhua City.

After such an atmosphere lasted for a few days, on the day of the Flower Appreciation Festival, everyone knew a piece of news.

The holy son of Puyan Holy Land is going to marry Huayu, the daughter of the head of the Oiran Sect.

Such an explosive news made everyone feel a little shocked.

The Holy Son of the Holy Land actually fell in love with a girl from a small sect?
No matter what, this matter has already been settled, and the date of marriage is today.

"The Oiran Sect is about to flourish!"

As a result, some people also started to take action.

Hua Kuanmen embraced the giant leg of the Puyan Holy Land, and it would be difficult to think that it would not be developed. You must know that the Holy Son of Puyan is the one who will become the Holy Land's lord.

Holy Lord, what a concept is that!That is a god-like existence in the sanctuary, and to ordinary people, it is a god!
"It seems that having a good daughter is better than anything else!" Everyone said with emotion.

Thinking about how many generations, dozens of generations, if they can struggle to create a small sect, that would be already amazing, and they dare not even think about it.

Early in the morning, the gate of the Huakui Gate was opened, and the gatekeeper, Hua Hu, stood at the gate with his mouth wide open, enjoying the compliments from the guests.

"Master Oiran, great joy, don't forget my little brother from now on"

"Why is it still called the Sect Master, because it should be called the City Master Hua, and this Wanhua City also needs a City Master. I don't think there is anyone more suitable than the City Master Hua!"

The sect masters of some small forces competed to compliment each other, and every blow of flattery made Huahu raise his head higher and higher, with his nostrils facing the sky.

"Where is there, everyone, go in first, and we will talk later."

Group after group of people went in, and at the back, the owner of Huamen became the owner of Huacheng directly.

When Hao Chong and his party from Shuiyuemen came here, hearing such words, their faces turned ugly again.

"Congratulations, Flower City Lord!"

"Flower City Lord"

Some small powers put their faces on it vigorously, and when they saw the people from Shuiyuemen coming, they no longer had the respectful attitude they used to have. On the contrary, seeing Hao Chong's ugly face, they gloated a little, and pointed at them from time to time.

"Some people are going to be unlucky."

Everyone was wearing generous gifts, but people like Hao Chong had empty hands, and their faces were incompatible with other people, which was very conspicuous at this door.

"Hey, isn't this Master Hao? Why, you Shuiyuemen are so poor that you come here empty-handed?"

A man in a Chinese suit took a step forward, speaking sarcastically.

"The shelf is quite big. Don't you know it's Puyan Shengzi's wedding? Or do you not take the Holy Son seriously? You have a bad face, and you don't know who it is for?"

There are many people who make trouble, and they have tried their best to please the current upstart Huakuanmen.

Huahu stood at the door, watching this scene, feeling very proud in his heart, and before he knew it, the corners of his mouth split a lot.

This former opponent, he didn't take it seriously at this time, he didn't even feel that he had raised his status by a level.

Wan Hua Garden, it was placed in the previous flower appreciation festivals, I don't know how many people there should be, but at this time it is very quiet.

Tens of thousands of flowers are in full bloom, which is too beautiful to behold. A girl in purple dances lightly among them, accompanied by various butterflies, just like a goddess in the world.

"Chuckles."

Girls are like butterflies, able to compete with thousands of flowers.

A boy in white clothes stood in the distance, holding a pure white fur kitten in his arms, silently looking at the girl, the warmth in his eyes was revealed in the happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey! What's so interesting about these sloppy things, they're really boring."

A young boy with a thick head and a thick head and a rabbit fell side by side in the flowers, looking at the pair of fairy-like maids, but muttering in their mouths.

"Liu, why don't we go first?"

"Hey, great idea."

One person and one rabbit were laughing mischievously, bowing their bodies and preparing to slip away.

"Where do you want to go?"

A faint voice drifted over, making them stiffen.

"No, it's nothing, bro, Yoo and I are catching butterflies."

"Yes, we are catching butterflies!"

To reinforce their credibility, the pair clutch a colorful butterfly in each hand.

"Hmph! Stay there well, or you will know the consequences!"

Yu Xiaojie still doesn't understand the ghostly thoughts of the two of them, catching butterflies, thanks to their thinking.

"The time hasn't come yet, we're getting married at noon, so I'll let you get married first."

Yu Xiaojie naturally thinks more, and it is unreasonable to suddenly disrupt the wedding of a Holy Land Shengzi. Moreover, in this way, he and Puyan Shengzi will never die. He deserves it.

"Let him be proud first."

Caught by Yu Xiaojie, one person and one rabbit were honest, lying there, motionless, but what they thought, then I don't know.

Inside the oiran's gate, there was a clamor of voices, and it was dark, with more people than flowers.

At noon, when the time came, Puyan Shengzi and Huayu appeared in red clothes, holding hands.

On the high hall, Hua Hu sat on the first seat, his expression was not very natural, and he was even a little restless.

Because on both sides of him, there are three white-haired old men, all three of them are antique-level figures in Puyan Holy Land.

The old antiques of the Holy Land, let alone the head of the sect, are not qualified to sit on an equal footing with them, and at this time, they are all surrendering their status for the sake of the Holy Son of their own Holy Land.

(End of this chapter)