The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Zhou Jing was surprised and evaded Lu Wu's arrival.

With a myriad of thoughts on his mind, Lu Wu had already walked closer.

Lu Wu leaned down slightly. He put his hands on the back of Zhou Jing's wheelchair and trapped Zhou Jing between his arms.

Lu Wu's way of speaking still carries the habit he has developed over thousands of years, which is a bit domineering:

"Zhou Jing, you are mine, how can you marry someone else, huh?"

Zhou Jing turned his head to avoid Lu Wu's gaze.

Lu Wu was a little sullen and pursed his lips like a child who couldn't ask for candy.

He walked up behind Zhou Jing, apparently wanting to push today's groom away openly.

As for Yanjiu, it was really rare that he actually started to gossip today.

Zhou Jing and Lu Wu are a bit interesting.

Not only did Yanjiu look at these two people with interest, but everyone on the field also focused on them.

Even the spiritual attendants and guards of the Zhou family swarmed towards Lu Wu.

No matter what, Lu Wu is coming here with bad intentions, so he needs to take it down first.

But they couldn't even get close to Lu Wu. Lu Wu just waved his hand, and it was like an invisible wall blocking everyone's progress.

Immediately, everyone watched Lu Wu pushing Zhou Jing and disappearing into the light snow, but no one was able to do anything.

Yan Jiu: "..." This Lu Wu is really someone who listens to advice. When asked to rob him of his marriage, he actually did so.

After Lu Wu kidnapped Zhou Jing and left, there was a commotion.

Everyone even responded with mocking expressions to Yanjiu.

Judging from this posture, Zhou Jing must already have a sweetheart. The illegitimate son of the Bai family is what Zhou Jing uses to deal with troubles. It's really pitiful.

At this time, Yan Jiu looked into the air, but his brows were already slightly wrinkled.

what happened? It is obviously the snowing season, but something seems to be sprouting under the ground.

Yanjiu's perception has always been ahead of ordinary people's.

He could feel the majestic power under the land, like the power of the Envoy of All Things, powerful and unfathomable.

This power should be sacred and noble, but now it is filled with the desire to destroy.

As if thinking of something, Yanjiu suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Shang Jing.

Shang Jing, who was dozens of meters away, was looking at the noisy crowd leisurely, with a fooling smile in his eyes.

It was also at this time that Yanjiu saw a small bud emerging from under the snow.

It was obviously something full of vitality, but it seemed to be decomposing the spiritual power of the people present.

Under the earth, there were thousands of buds, but everyone was still too slow to notice.

Stronger warlocks like Bai Xingjian sensed something was wrong, but when they looked up at the sky and around them, they couldn't sense the ground below.

At this time, Yan Jiu felt that the world was ridiculous. Shang Jing was indeed a favored son favored by God, and his strength was so terrifying.

But being favored by God does not mean having a righteous heart. Someone like Shang Jing, who is cynical every day... is really a headache.

If all the grass grows under the ground, the spiritual power of the warlocks on the field will be decomposed.

Warlock Yan Yang will suffer a lot, the balance of the entire warlock world will be broken, and demons and ghosts will become even more rampant.

Some disasters in the world will also remain unsolved.

A butterfly flapping its wings can still cause a tornado, and what's more, what Shang Jing is fanning is not its wings, but something more powerful.

How can we make Shang Jing stop? In fact, reality did not give Yanjiu much time to think.

In the white snow, he dressed in fiery red clothes, walked quickly through the crowd, and finally ran in the direction of Shang Jing.

Shang Jing's eyes were completely attracted. He just felt that the red was too dazzling.

And the person wrapped under the red was so fragile and deserted.

The tip of Yanjiu's nose was slightly red from the cold, his face was cold and pale, and his eyes were filled with compassion and helplessness.

The way he ran over was soft, his waist was soft, his eyes were soft, but his soul was cold and hard.

At that moment, Shang Jing really saw in Yanjiu the sense of fragmentation he had been looking forward to, as well as a very contradictory tension.

At this time, Shang Jing's heart began to beat violently in his chest.

Yanjiu ran towards Shang Jing, and then in full view of everyone, he put his arm around Shang Jing's waist and clasped Shang Jing's wrist with the other.

On the wrist, there is also Shang Jing's lifeline.

Yanjiu put his head on Shang Jing's chest and whispered:

"Can you stop? If you stop, I'll tell you a secret of mine."