Carrying a Gun to Attend the Wedding

A piece of red silk, two people holding the embroidered ball, the old moon fixed three lives.

Luo Yangyang, who was wearing a red veil, walked up slowly. When Feng Sheng handed the other end of the red silk to her, he, who usually did not show his emotions, was so excited that his nose started to sting. 

However, at this moment.

The buzzing of helicopters came from the sky, and the increasingly loud noise made the guests unable to help but look up.

They saw a dense group of helicopters flying over from not far away.

From the direction of the helicopter's low altitude flight, it seemed to be heading toward the island.

The sight of such a large army pressing down on the border made people inexplicably frightened. It was as if a war was about to break out and they could become cannon fodder at any time.

"What happened? There were so many helicopters. Could something have happened?"