Po Tian Xie Zun

"Miss, please wait here, the prince will come later."

Two chunky matchmakers pushed the unresponsive Xie Wuya onto the magpie bed, and regardless of his reaction, the two walked out with their fat buttocks twisted. Boundless contempt, but also, in this world where summoners are rampant, if you can't even summon a summoning book, it is indeed quite despised.

"Damn, it's finally quiet."

The moment the door closed, Xie Wuya, who was originally honest, pulled down his hijab with a swipe, threw the heavy phoenix crown under the bed, and walked towards the dressing table in the wedding room cursing.

"For the sake of you having the same name and surname as mine, I will fulfill your wish and try my best to convey your last words to your mother."

In the bronze mirror, even if there is only a blurred shadow, Xie Wuya can tell that this body should be fairly handsome, but it doesn't matter, for a wretched otaku, it doesn't matter what he looks like, as long as he doesn't have any missing arms It's good to have less legs, besides, he was already dead, and it was a miracle that he was alive, so why bother about it so much.

Well, to a certain extent, Xie Wuya can be regarded as the master of a fork, so easily accepted the fact that he traveled through time.

"Laozi is a senior nerd in the 21st century. How can he marry a disabled prince? This is too inconsistent with my style. I'm sorry for the disabled prince. In ancient times, you can't live without money. I can't help it, my lord." There are a lot of them, don’t hunt me down for this…”

While muttering, Xie Wuya pulled out the quilt and spread it on the table, and packed all the valuable things in the wedding room into the quilt with a strong wind, and stayed at home for a long time. He has no other advantages. I have read quite a few such time travel articles, so Xie Wuya deeply understands that to a traveler, nothing is important except money, and if he wants to continue living in this strange world, he must accumulate enough wealth just do.

"what are you doing?"

At some point, the handsome Feng Xingtian rode the wind wolf and stood in the room, Feng Feiyang frowned and stood beside the wind wolf, both of them looked curiously at the seemingly very busy person and... the huge red man on the table Fu, why does that red look familiar?

"Nonsense, of course I'm going to run away... drink..."

In the middle of speaking, Xie Wuya turned around sharply, and when he saw Feng Xingtian riding on the back of Fenglang, his eyes widened sharply, staring at his coquettish gold and silver pupils for a moment, so... beautiful!

"Hehe... so the king's bride is going to run away!"

Smiling and driving the wind wolf in, Feng Xingtian raised a charming smile on the corner of his mouth, that scum-beautiful smile instantly conquered Xie Wuya. Flowing down slowly... Seeing this, not only Feng Feiyang, but even Feng Xingtian couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Nima, he knows that he is very handsome, but...it's not enough to make people drool, right?Is this... is it too exaggerated?