The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Suona, the horn blowing more and more joyful, smelly tofu face smile, unceasingly greeted people.

Little Bean, Xing'er, and Su Xiong followed beside him with smiles on their faces.

Inside the bridal hall, Ouyang Ying Ying was wearing a phoenix coronet and red hair. Her body was slightly trembling, and her expression could not be seen. She was sitting uneasily.

Ouyang Feiying was holding a teacup with a smile on his face. His eyes were filled with a cold light. There was a smile on the face of the mayor's wife who was sitting next to him.

Sai Hua Tuo sat in his wheelchair, feeling even more uneasy.

The musicians played harder and harder, as if they were congratulating the newlyweds who were about to join hands with them.

"The groom is here!"

The official in charge of the wedding shouted, and the stinky tofu stepped into the reception hall.

Ouyang Ying Ying Ying stood up abruptly and lifted her red hair. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, she ran towards the stinky tofu.

Ouyang Feiying's smile became even more brilliant. The guard controlling the hidden mechanism did as he was told and pulled the rope. Several hidden arrows shot out with a cold light. Coincidentally, Ouyang Ying Ying Ying was holding onto the stinky tofu.

Puchi, the sound of a sharp arrow piercing into flesh rang out. Everyone was scared silly by the scene in front of them. They couldn't react in time, and Ouyang Feiying felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Within the bridal hall, the originally warm atmosphere abruptly changed. It was like a heavy rainstorm in June. Without any forewarning, he threw himself down and slapped his face.

"Stinky tofu, you're here." Ouyang Ying Ying revealed a sad and beautiful smile.

It was unknown whether the stinky tofu didn't react or what, but he replied with a laugh, "Yeah, I'm coming to marry you! You're so beautiful today. "

Ouyang Ying Ying smiled bitterly as she reached out her hand to touch her stinky tofu face. "I'm sorry, but I can't accompany you until the day of your death. You must stay alive and well."

"I won't, I won't, I won't let you leave me." Her nose was sour and her stinky tofu face was full of hot tears. She grabbed Ouyang Yingying's hand and placed it on her own face, wetting it.

With great effort, she looked at Ouyang Feiying, trying to make herself smile. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth as she said, "Dad, your daughter doesn't blame you, but your daughter has one last thing to ask of you, can you promise me?"

Ouyang Feiying walked up to her with tears in his fierce eyes. He hurriedly nodded, "Yingying, tell me. I'll promise you anything you say."

"Let go of the stinky tofu, he really did not want to snatch the City Lord's position!"

Finished speaking, Ouyang Ying Ying's head was resting on her smelly tofu shoulder. Her eyes were closed, probably because she was too tired.

"Ying Ying!"

"Ying Ying!"

The previous voice was made of stinky tofu, and it sounded extremely horrifying.

The latter voice belonged to Ouyang Feiying. His voice sounded sorrowful, as though he was about to roar.

"Ying Ying, Ying Ying!"

"Stinky tofu, are you alright?"

Disorderly sounds rang out, but unfortunately, the stinky tofu could no longer hear anything. Its eyes were empty, as if it was a walking corpse. An extremely sorrowful aura radiated from his body as he flew through the air above the four cities. His hair turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sai Hua Tuo closed his eyes in pain, his premonition came true.

"It's all your fault. You've caused Ying Ying's death. I want you to accompany her in death!"

Ouyang Feiying raised his palm and slammed it down on the stinky tofu with an angry roar. The next moment, the stinky tofu's head would shatter like a watermelon. The stinky tofu was unconscious, its empty eyes were lifeless, as if it was dead.

First, his father, who had raised him for more than twenty years, was forced to commit suicide by the Mystic Moon Sect. Then, his new little sister was killed by Bai Tong.

"Stinky tofu!"

Xing'er had already drawn her sword and rushed towards Ouyang Feiying, but it was already too late.

At that crucial moment, a golden thread wrapped itself around Ouyang Feiying's wrist. Ouyang Feiying turned around and happened to meet Sai Huatuo's eyes.

Sai Hua Tuo lowered his head in pain and pulled back the golden threads wrapped around Ouyang Feiying's wrist. His lips moved slightly and his shoulders trembled. With a resolute voice, he said, "We are willing to suffer the pain of our flesh being separated!"

Ouyang Feiying's hand was suspended in the air. It was unknown what he was thinking for a moment. The life force in his body violently fluctuated with his emotions, and in the end, it passed through his body and flew into the sky. Xing'er had already arrived.

"Ha ha-ha ha, it's very lively!" A low and hoarse voice rang out. Dressed in a golden black robe and wearing a Sichuan mask, Half Moon attacked Xing'er.

"Half a month, what are you doing here?" Sai Hua Tuo's eyes were like cold stars, his killing intent locked on for half a month. Naturally, he shifted part of Ouyang Feiying's wrongdoings to Half Moon.

"Stinky tofu?" At this time, Shangguan Yan stepped into the welcoming hall with the Phoenix Blood Sword in her hand. The black hair on her forehead trembled, emitting a crisp sound.

A melodious sound of a zither rang out. Outside the hall, Young Master Yue held the pink zither in one hand and fiddled with the zither strings with the other. The rock garden next to him began to move.