Douluo: The famous punch-in scene leads the sect to roll up

Snow Girl adapted well to Yu Qingqian's name "Flower Girl" and said it smoothly.

Of course, it was more to deal with the people who came to invite them.

Yu Qingqian was almost cleaned up, and as soon as the red hijab was put on her head, she was led out of the room.

The red hijab covered her head, completely blocking her vision. She could only barely see a pair of red embroidered shoes on her feet.

The shoes didn't fit, as if something didn't make sense to her.

"This way."

A voice rang in her ears, and she turned around obediently with the man, stepped over the threshold, and continued walking towards an unknown place.

The village chief's house was already extremely lively at this time, with neighbors coming and going, chatting and laughing, and congratulating the village chief one by one.

After the guests took their seats, the wedding ceremony officially began.

The snow girl was still dressed in red, sitting in the corner of the yard, looking at the so-called wedding calmly.

After attending the wedding, you can escape this illusion. But with Yu Qingqian's current situation, it's still a question of when to wake up, and how to get out.

The banquet was held in the courtyard of the village chief's house. The courtyard was big enough, and almost everyone in the village came, so there was still a lot of free space.

The host was the male matchmaker who was at the front of the wedding party. The red and black mole on the corner of her mouth was particularly conspicuous. She was dressed a little more formally than before. She must have put a lot of effort into this wedding.

"The groom is invited to enter!"

A hoarse yet sharp voice echoed throughout the courtyard, and then the village chief's burly son appeared next to the matchmaker with a big red flower on his chest.

The snow girl rubbed her eyes uncertainly, then stared at the groom who suddenly appeared next to the male matchmaker. "Wait, he. This is coming out of nowhere. This is unreasonable."

She murmured, but saw that everyone around her looked unperturbed. They calmly stood up from their seats and began to applaud in response to the host's voice.

"The bride is invited to enter!"

After saying this, the snow girl turned to look at the door.

The bride, their target, is not known to be the real bride.

With this in mind, she quietly released the little snowman: "Xiaoxue, go see if there is anyone hanging on the locust tree outside the village."

The little snowman said something from the snow girl's sleeve, and ran outside under the table.

Yu Qingqian was supported by someone and stepped over the brazier.

This should be the custom of getting married in the village, seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, and turning misfortunes into blessings.

Holding the same big red flower in her hand, she was led further inside.

In order to create a festive atmosphere, a long red carpet was spread on the ground, extending all the way to the main house.

"I'll take you here, you need to walk the rest of the way by yourself."

As soon as she finished speaking, the hand holding Yu Qingqian disappeared. Before she could react, she stood there blankly for a while.

After she regained her composure and continued to walk a few steps forward, she tripped over a bulge on the red carpet, and her shoes were a bit too big, making her unstable and causing her body to fall forward.

She fell in a very standard manner, with her hands and feet straight up, and her face hit the ground.

"Hiss—" Everyone present gasped, including the snow girl.

"This won't disfigure your face, right? It hurts to look at it." She complained in a low voice, and was attracted by the whispers of several other people at the same table.

"Falling down at the wedding is an ominous sign. I don't know how the village chief will handle it."

"Don't tell me, who in our village doesn't know that this little flower girl is what she is?"

The remaining snow girls didn't hear clearly, but their hearts skipped a beat when they heard the name Little Flower Girl, and for some reason they felt that the bride in front of them might be the Yu Qingqian who didn't know whether she was married or not.

At this time, the snow girl felt a pulling sensation at the hem of her clothes. She lowered her eyes and saw that the little snowman was back.

"Master, there is no one in the trees outside, there is nothing left."

"No more?" The snow girl frowned and looked at the bride who was still lying on the ground. She moved her fingers slightly, and an invisible white light sneaked into her body at the speed of a blink of an eye.

The one on the tree outside is gone, and it seems to be the person in front of me.

Sure enough, from the bride's body, the snow girl felt the familiar soul breath, mixed with a vague and restless murderous aura.

murderous look? Being restless at this time does not seem like a good thing.

The moment Yu Qingqian's face landed on the ground, there was no pain as she imagined, but she could feel that her face must have been deformed.

Distorted! How is this possible!

An inexplicable anger rose from her heart, constantly attacking her reason.

A voice kept coming from the bottom of her heart: Kill these people, kill all these people, it was them who made her look like this!

The sound, like a reminder, caused Yu Qingqian's mind to become confused, and the violent murderous aura in his soul instantly spread out, covering the entire courtyard in an instant.

Then, as if there were springs on her body, she bounced up from the ground.

The village chief, who was sitting in the middle of the main house, had a distorted expression for a moment, stood up quickly, and walked towards Yu Qingqian in a few short steps. "Bitch! I can't live without death!"

"Bitch?" Yu Qingqian's thinking is very slow now, and her behavior is controlled more by the resentment coming from the bottom of her heart. "You are the bitch! Your whole family is a bitch! All of you are bitches!"

It seemed like Yu Qingqian's subconscious reaction, but also like this little flower girl's unwilling struggle and resentment.

If you dare to call her a bitch, you simply don’t want to live anymore!

The village chief looked like a powerful character at first glance. The black stripes snaked down his handsome face, and his short body shot towards Yu Qingqian like a cannonball.

"Evil Soul Master?" Xue Nu was a little confused and had not yet reacted to this sudden change.

Yu Qingqian hadn't remembered who she was at this time, so she could only rely on her body's instinct to deal with it.

However, the little flower girl's resentment was big enough, but not as big as Yu Qingqian's sudden anger.

"Bitch?!" Yu Qingqian roared angrily, tore off the red hijab on her head, and stared at the village chief with her eyes. "You've lived so long!"

The nails on her hands suddenly grew longer, and her hair became loose, as if it was exploding with static electricity.

"Snapped!!!"

Yu Qingqian looked at the village chief's face, followed the direction he was rushing towards, and slapped him hard and fast.

Just by listening to the sound, you can tell that the force of this slap is definitely not small.

"Damn dwarf, why don't you be arrogant when you have the ability!" Yu Qingqian raised his head slightly and continued to rush over and slap the village chief wildly, turning him into a spinning top spinning at high speed on the spot.

The long nails left traces of blood on that handsome face, which looked a bit miserable.

The surrounding villagers who had come to have a drink huddled silently, glanced at Yu Qingqian cautiously, and then quickly looked away.

"See, don't make women angry in the future, otherwise you will be slapped into a spinning top." One of the old men at the table on the left whispered to the child next to him.

"What? Fan him into a top? No problem!" Yu Qingqian's head turned 180 degrees and looked at the old man who was speaking. His mouth curled up in a strange arc, which looked particularly charming, "Satisfy you!"