Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

With just one word, he shut up and said nothing more.

But song Yue listened to the bodyguard's words, but his eyes brightened and he made a quick calculation in his heart.

Just now he is still hesitating about how to tell the patriarch about his marriage. Now that the patriarch wants to take the initiative to mention it, he just said it.

Song Yue has already figured out in his heart how to discuss with the patriarch, and then he will invite the master back. The master and the patriarch will preside over his marriage with Erdong.

Thinking about it, song Yue suddenly thought of Erdong wearing a big red wedding dress, and his ear tips were all red.

This is the rule of the clan. When they get married, they invite the patriarch to the scene. If their parents are not there, they are all presided over by the patriarch. Song Yue lost his parents when he was young. At first, other elders of the clan helped raise him. Later, when he met the master, he began to follow him.

When song Yue came to the place where he usually discussed business, he found that not only the patriarch was present, but also an elder was there. In terms of seniority, song Yue wanted to call each other a second uncle.

"Patriarch, second uncle." Song Yue went in and the head of the dynasty saluted.

Since he came in, uncle song's eyes fell on him, looked him up and down, and nodded from time to time.

Although his gaze was a little strange, song Yue didn't think much about it. He just regarded it as the youngest of his elders. After all, when he was young, he also ate at the second uncle song's house.

"Song Dynasty is getting more and more popular. How about Zhinian?" Instead of talking to song Yue first, the patriarch turned to song Zhinian and asked with a smile.

Song Zhinian touched his beard, nodded and said with a smile, "yes, it's better than those of the same age in the clan, and it's much more stable."

"That's natural. Song Yue was the youngest of the children who went out for training." Song Zhenxing said next to him.

Song Zhinian listened to his words, only said: "I am satisfied with the old man, but the specific also depends on the meaning of my family Miao Miao."

"Parents' orders and matchmaker's words, can you be a father and not a master?" Song Zhenxing said.

Song Zhinian was not afraid of his jokes. He just nodded and sighed, "I can't do this alone."

Song Zhenxing's eyes flashed. Instead of going on, he turned to song Yue, who had been standing for a while, and asked, "Song Yue, do you know what I asked you to do?"

That guard reminds that sentence is just to see in the friendship of Wu village just said one more sentence, so, song Yue is impossible to remind his own thing to say.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I do have one thing to ask you to be the master."

"Oh? Yes? First of all, your parents and master are not here. I'm the patriarch, so I'm going to make decisions for you. " Song Zhenxing has a straight face.

Song Yue's eyes brightened and he said, "now I have a woman I love, so I've come here to ask the patriarch to marry me and help us with our marriage."

As he spoke, he had knelt down with a sincere face.

However, the faces of song Zhenxing and song Zhinian were not so good-looking. Song Zhinian's face was a bit ugly when he twisted his eyebrows. He opened his lips. He wanted to say something, but he put up with it. He only said to song Zhenxing, "I have something to do with my family, so I'll leave first. Only then can I make fun of what I said."

With that, song Zhinian didn't give song Zhenxing any chance to explain. He stood up and left. When he came to song Yue, he stopped slightly, looked down at him and sighed.