Paper flowers and fresh flowers

This is the proof!

Ironclad proof!

A finger of marriage vows, a lifetime of love.

Cannot break free, cannot get rid of.

Look at the wedding hall, the red candles are burning, the word "happiness" is hanging high, but the seats are empty, and no one is serving tea.

But what does it matter?

Born in the world, as long as you admit it, everything is fine.

Although this is a wedding that cannot be simpler, for a woman, no matter how simple the wedding is, it is the most important moment in her life. Even if it is fake, the marriage vows are real.

Holding the flowers in her right hand, the veil hides the fragrance of the flowers in a small private place, from light and elegant to rich...

The little finger of her left hand is hooked by the little finger of another person beside her, hidden in the big sleeves and no one knows.

The man's fingers moved gently, as if tickling.

Yue Haitang was not tickled, but a little angry, thinking that it was not serious at this time?

"First bow to heaven and earth."

Mr. Zhuo read the words of ceremony again.

"Second bow to parents."

"Husband and wife..."

"Oh no! Oh no!" A hysterical voice came from outside the auditorium, interrupting Mr. Zhuo's words of ceremony and attracting the attention of the people sitting in the training ground.

The sweaty boy rushed into the auditorium and shouted: "Mr. Zhuo, go and see, someone is dying."

"What's going on?"

"Human life is at stake, Mr. Zhuo should go and see."

"Where is the person? I'll go right away." Mr. Zhuo's expression was serious and he was about to leave. He realized that the matter in front of him had not been completed, but it was not as important as human life. He bowed to the two people and said: "You two, human life is at stake, let's stop today's ceremony for now."

After that, he hurriedly followed the shouting boy.

The people in the village were all heartless men, who were only concerned with watching the excitement and did not care about the feelings of the two newlyweds. In a moment, they all left in a flash.

Only a few children were left to steal the chicken legs on the table, causing wild cats and dogs to look at each other from afar.

In the auditorium, the two people in red clothes facing each other were a little embarrassed, especially Xia Shang with a big red flower on his chest.

"What should I do?" Xia Shang asked.

"I don't know."

"Why not go and see it? It's just acting anyway, and..."

"Yeah, it's just acting, let's go and see what happened."

As she said that, Yue Haitang tore off the red veil, swept Xia Shang's face with cold eyes, leaving her side face, and stuffed the bouquet in her hand into Xia Shang's arms: "Give it back to you!"

Then she walked out of the auditorium quickly.

To be honest, Yue Haitang didn't know why she suddenly became irritable. She knew it was an act, but why did she feel so angry when she heard it from that person?

Did she really like him?

Obviously impossible!

Walking, thinking, and looking, she arrived at the place where the crowd gathered before she knew it.

The people in the village were divided into two groups, one group surrounded the thatched house, and the other group surrounded an open space.

Yue Haitang first arrived at the crowded place in the open space.

"My God, what is this thing? It's so heavy?"

"Could it be made of the legendary flying stone from outer space? Where in the world is there such a heavy weapon."

In the open space, a dark five-foot giant sword was sleeping quietly, and two shirtless men could not move it at all.

Yue Haitang's eyes were stern, why did this sword look familiar?

That day in Liuzhuang, if it weren't for the little ghost holding this thing who desperately blocked his three moves, wouldn't the dog emperor have died long ago? How did this incident come about?

"Where did you get this thing?" Yue Haitang asked in a low voice.

Someone answered, "We went to patrol the mountain earlier, but we didn't expect to run into a dying kid. The sword was right next to it, and the five of us carried it back together."

"Where is the kid you're talking about?"

"In the room inside, I wonder if Mr. Zhuo can save him."

Yue Haitang gritted her teeth, thinking that this kid survived three attacks from her in her prime, and that he was so young and had a lot of strength. If he grows up, there might be another great master in the world. But this guy is in the same group as the Dog Emperor, and for both public and private reasons, he can't be spared!

Yue Haitang had murderous intent in her heart, but Xia Shang came behind her and saw the black giant sword, but his expression was completely different.

Xia Shang hurriedly asked, "Where is he?"

"In the room."

Yue Haitang wondered why Xia Shang was so nervous, and was about to ask something, but Xia Shang turned around and rushed into the room.

In the room, a bald boy covered in mud was sleeping quietly. He was covered with external injuries. Looking around, there were no less than seven or eight bloody wounds. His clothes were tattered.

The key is that his face was pale, without any blood color. I am afraid that he had serious internal injuries.

Mr. Zhuo was still treating him, and his movements were orderly.

"Mr. Zhuo, can he be saved?"

"Yes, he can be saved."

"That's good!" Xia Shang breathed a sigh of relief. This boy was injured because of him, and he was protected day and night. Now his life and death are uncertain, and his life is hanging by a thread. How can Xia Shang not worry?

Xia Shang took the red flower on his chest and threw it behind him. His eyes fell on the boy in the bed, and his brows were frowning.

Yue Haitang was at the door. Seeing that no one was interested in the red flower on the ground, he frowned slightly. Looking at Xia Shang's back again, he felt familiar.

"He is actually familiar with that kid... Who is he?"

While thinking, the influence of the person who ran away with the emperor on the back mountain of Liuzhuang overlapped with him...

It turned out to be him!

It turned out that he was the one who ran away with the dog emperor on his back that day!

For a moment, Yue Haitang's calm surface was overturned by huge waves. I don't know what she was thinking or feeling. I just felt that God was playing tricks on me. How can I deal with it?

At the door, a black leather armor taken off by the kid was being played by several people.

On the leather, a not-so-conspicuous waist badge was shaking.

Yue Haitang pulled off the waist badge and put it in front of her eyes. She couldn't help but look cold like lightning, and her heart sank again: "No. 2 Tiger Guard Gate of the Censorate?"

In the world, the name of the Censorate is known to everyone. The masters of various sects all change color when talking about it. They all know that the Censorate is a pair of big hands inserted by the court in the darkness of the world. Twelve departments were set up under the courtyard, corresponding to the twelve zodiac signs one by one. At first, the power was only in the capital, so it was also called "The Twelve Departments of the Capital Gate". However, the Twelve Departments have already penetrated every corner of the world, whether it is officialdom, business, or the underworld, the power of the Censorate is everywhere. Each of the Twelve Departments has a leader, each of whom is a strange person with unique skills. The core members of each department are numbered from one to nine, a total of ten people, and after the ten people, there are tens of millions of minions, which are omnipresent.

The emperor holds the dragon card number one, and the one holding the tiger card number one is the head of the twelve departments. This boy's waist card is the tiger guard number two, and he has a close relationship with Xia Shang. Could it be that this man who is inseparable from me is the core of the Censorate?

Not to mention that the major forces in the underworld are irreconcilable with the Censorate, and I ended up like this because of him.

"Logically, I should kill him without hesitation. But...but why am I hesitating?"

The big red flower on the floor of the room has already dimmed. This thing that no one cares about is particularly eye-catching in Yue Haitang's eyes.

Seeing the paper flowers on the floor, Yue Haitang felt hatred in his heart.

But the flowers in his hand are still as beautiful as before...