Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2307 The tyrant's heart is white moonlight (97)

  The young emperor's wedding, the whole country celebrates.

  That day,

  Shili red makeup and fireworks have become the most dreamy wedding in the hearts of all women.

  No one dared to dispute that the legendary Miss Yu Ran became a queen, and even got used to it. If the girl queen was not Yu Ran, it would surprise everyone to drop their jaws.

  There is a toast on the wedding day, but no one dares to get drunk as a young emperor, which means that the meaning is over.

  In the wedding room,

   full of red,

  The candlelight swayed and the red yarn was layered on top of each other, and the red that was eye-catching was everywhere.

  For dyeing white who have been together in the plane countless times, they have indeed become accustomed to nature.

  She stretched out her hand lazily, just about to take off the red gauze that covered her sight, and in the next second she heard the groundhog screaming from Feng Luo, "What are you doing, the host?!"

  Dyeing white: "..."

  Dyeing the white movement, his face was expressionless, and he said coldly: "Can't you watch it?"

"But this is a wedding! It's the first time for an official match in your family that has no memory!" Feng Luo was heartbroken, and hurriedly said, "Don't you feel that this is so horrible? A sense of ritual, a sense of ritual, on the day of the wedding. At least it must be memorable."

  Dyeing white: "..."

   "It's a pity that you don't marry someone."

  Feng Luo gave a light cough, and the snow-white hair gradually dyed a little red. It shyly said: "Host, you only need official support. I'm better single."

   Dye Bai: "...please put away your pretentious tone, thank you."

  Feng Luo hummed, "I hate it, why the slave family is pretentious, host, don't you think this sound is too soft and sweet~"

"speak English."

  Seal: "..."

   "I am not a human being."

   "Yes, you are not even a human being."

  Fengluo:? ? ?

  Feng Luo always felt a bit awkward when she heard what Ranbai said, but it didn't seem to be a problem after thinking about it.

  But why does it feel a little bit ridiculous (?)

   Forget it, the host mocks people, oh no, it's not the first time to mock all.

  Feng Luo decided to use this sentence to summarize the dyeing white,

  Love to the depths naturally black.

  So the host must love it too much, so he will always love it.

  Dyeing white: ...what about your face?

   Just when Dye Bai and Feng Luo were fighting each other, the door of the room was pushed open.

  The slender boy walked in and he was relieved looking at the person who was still sitting intact by the bed.

  Today is newly married,

  So both people wear red clothes.

  Actually, Chu Huai rarely sees this person wearing a red coat squiggly, this time seeing someone who gets along with him tomorrow, he still can’t help his heart throbbing crazily.

  The white clothes are like snow like the **** of fireworks in the world, and the red clothes like the fire like the demon that troubles all living beings.

  This sentence is probably a good description of dyeing white.

   "What are you doing?" Ranbai urged him, "Put this thing off, slower, I will do it myself."

  She wouldn’t need to wait so long if it wasn’t for a sense of ritual.

   Chu Huai:!

   "I lifted it." The young man said first. He walked over step by step, staring at the person in front of him with dark and dark eyes, and slowly picked up the red gauze, revealing the beautiful face of the young girl.

   Chu Huai felt a little dry mouth inexplicably, his beautiful and deadly curved Adam's apple gently rolled, and between the candlelight reflections, those deep eyes reflected the shadow of the girl, as if reflecting the whole world.

   "That..." Chu Huai's eyes gradually darkened, like a deep ocean.

  Ranbai glanced at him with a smile, and looked at him close, staring into the boy's eyes, "Am I good-looking?"

   Chu Huai nodded.

   "Let's do it." Dye Bai nodded slightly, and glanced at him thoughtfully, the arc of the corner of his lips was a little bit evil, reducing the sense of ice and snow on weekdays.

  Red gauze fell layer by layer, and the candlelight flickered brightly in the red wedding room, reflecting the entanglement of people's shadows.

  　PS: It’s impossible to have a candle night in the bridal chamber...absolutely impossible, bow your head to the system father (ノ≧≦)ノ

  (End of this chapter)