Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

The banquet hall was already in chaos. After waiting for a long time, the waiters finally realized that something was wrong. They rushed into the bathroom worriedly to check, but found that there was no one there.

The wedding was imminent, and the news of the disappearance of the couple quickly reached the master of ceremonies.

The silver-gray iron door is carved with hollow patterns, and the sunlight is projected in through the gauze window curtain, sprinkled with mottled light and shadow all over the place.

Sitting in the room was a tall, handsome man with a neatly tailored suit. He was sitting in a gorgeous chair with his legs crossed, in a good mood.

There was a rustling sound outside the window, and the man held the dagger in his hand and stared at it intently.

That is not an ordinary short blade, the dagger is inlaid with precious stones, the blade reflects the cold silver light, with a thin line, one can imagine how sharp it is.

This is a precious blade carefully selected by him and collected by skilled craftsmen with the power of the whole country.

It is specially used as a wedding gift for that beautiful and lovely mermaid.

A man can fully imagine how surprised the other party will be when he receives the gift. If he is pure, he will only think that he gave it because there are many gems on it.

Then, the mermaid in love will hug him and thank him sincerely.

Just thinking about that scene makes the man feel happy physically and mentally.

He slowly put the dagger back into the gift box, and carefully put the greeting card and flowers in one by one.

He is a man with a sense of ritual, especially on such an unforgettable occasion, every detail must be perfect.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, with a very hasty voice.

He raised his head and ordered, "Open the door."

The sound unlocks the smart remote control, and the door opens spontaneously, slowly moving to both sides.

The master of ceremonies was sweating profusely and his face was pale. Qin Zhun closed the lid of the gift box and asked curiously, "The network has not been repaired yet?"

Originally at this point in time, they should have started the ceremony, followed by interviews, and then received blessings from the public.

Because of the field power outage, the process has been stalled and delayed.

The master of ceremonies did not dare to look up at Qin Zhun's expression: "Mr. Muye is gone."

The room was dead silent, not even the sound of the wind could be heard.

Qin Zhun turned his head to look at him, his eyes were as cold as a snake: "Say it again?"

Such a large banquet hall is equipped with surveillance, robots, and waiters. Are they all dead people?I can't even look at Makino.

Qin Zhun had a strong aura around him, and when he lowered his face, it was very frightening. The master of ceremonies could fully understand his mood at the moment. No one can calm down after losing his wife. He stammered and explained:

"He was fine when he was taken into the room to prepare. Then he said he wanted to go to the bathroom. Suddenly the banquet hall was hacked and the power went out. We were busy checking and dispatching."

"When we remembered that Mr. Makino was still in the bathroom, we went in to look for it, and there was no one there."

The more he talked about the back, the lower the voice of the master of ceremonies.

This incident is really a ghost. The banquet hall is only this big. It stands to reason that if a person disappears, he should go to the surveillance as soon as possible. Even a fly will be picked out accurately.

But after the incident, they checked the surveillance and found nothing. A living person as big as Makino seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, and the optical brain was also turned off when contacting him.

It was nothing more than the feeling of watching the cooked duck fly away, not to mention that the duck had been boiled in warm water for three years, Qin Zhun couldn't count the time and energy he had spent on him.

He sternly said: "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and block all the exits of the banquet hall, go find it!"

The master of ceremonies rushed out, notified all the people present and the robots, and guarded every entrance.

The Internet and electricity have been restored after all-out repairs, and the restlessness has calmed down a little. The wedding has not started for a long time, and some viewers sensed something was wrong and whispered.

The moment he walked out of the lounge door and was exposed to the eyes of everyone, all the hostility on his face disappeared. Qin Zhun returned to his former dignity and modesty, and nodded to them with a smile.

The crowd invited to witness the wedding cheered excitedly, and asked boldly, "Third Prince, has the wedding started yet?"

Qin Zhun strode onto the red carpet with a standard smile on his face that seemed to be measured by a ruler: "I'll start right away. My wife is shy and wants to play hide-and-seek with me before we get married. Let's wait for him later."

What a gentle voice, what a playful newcomer.

The master of ceremonies hurriedly stood on the stage to save the scene. The wedding scene was decorated in a dreamlike way. The sea blue water ripples reflected the ground from the dome, reflecting a glimmer of light.

The unicorn covered with red roses floats in the air, and the small string of lights twinkles, bright and light.

The emperor and empress of the empire sat at the place closest to the ceremonial stage to witness this important moment together.

They had a good idea of ​​the marriage process, and now seeing Qin Zhun on stage alone, they frowned subconsciously.

The phrase "hide and seek" can only bluff others, but not them. The prince's wedding time is a time specially arranged by an expert algorithm.

Now that it has been delayed for a long time due to a power outage, why hasn't it started yet?

The emperor waved to the side and asked the master of ceremonies to come over: "What happened?"

The master of ceremonies leaned over to his ear and whispered about Mu Ye's disappearance.

As an interstellar king, the emperor was much calmer than Qin Zhun when things happened. He pondered for a while, then turned his eyes to look at the empty seat behind him.

"If you don't see the entrance and exit, you probably haven't gone out," said the emperor. "After searching the first floor, go to the second floor. Don't miss every floor and every corner."

"In addition, the newcomers have all appeared, is there anyone who hasn't come yet?"

When it came to this, the master of ceremonies struggled and said, "Everyone is here, only one person is left."

But he didn't dare to bother, because the man who had just finished a arduous campaign to drive out the Zerg for the Empire and save the entire planet.

Almost all the news about him on the star network was full of praises.

He went through several jumps, and only arrived at the capital Xinggang this morning, and then rushed to attend the wedding non-stop.

Seeing the expression of the master of ceremonies, the emperor understood, he paused, "That's up to him."

As the busiest Marshal in the entire galaxy, being able to take time to come here already belongs to giving his brother face.

In the center of the etiquette table, dark blue and light blue lights interspersed and intertwined, reflecting the entire banquet hall like a sparkling ocean world.

Qin Zhun was tall and tall, gentle and affectionate: "I wrote a letter and am going to send it to Muye. I hope that after hearing me finish reading, this hide-and-seek will be over, otherwise I will be worried."

The profile of his profile meanders like the undulating lines of mountains, and he does not need any manuscripts. He slowly recites: "You are lively and agile like an elf, from the first time I saw you..."

The masses, relatives and friends witnessed the fairy love again, and they were all moved. Some even looked around, trying to help find another groom.

The emotional recitation flowed in the banquet hall, echoing on the walls.

Hearing the articulate "Muye", Qin Bohuai raised his eyebrows, and finally remembered where he had heard the name before.

One of the protagonists he came to the wedding was Makino.

But at this moment, he was followed by tails that followed step by step. When the two walked out of the elevator, many people were already looking at them.

The people in the banquet hall were almost crazy looking for Mu Ye, and now seeing the silver-haired young man in white clothes, it was no different from seeing his own father, and hurried over and said:

"Mr. Muye, Mr. Qin is waiting for you."

Shen Xinglan didn't know this person, and subconsciously took a step closer to Qin Bohuai. The man was tall and could just cover his whole body.

Qin Bohuai glanced at the man indifferently.

The waiter stopped in mid-air with his outstretched hand, feeling extremely embarrassed, he said bravely, "Marshal Qin, everyone is waiting, can you please bring Mr. Muye over there?"

"Success." The man turned his body sideways, propped his long legs aside, and said cooperatively, "Muye, let's go."

The ceremony stage was arranged like a vast ocean, with pearls on both sides of the red carpet, and a handsome man stood on the stage, with faith at the end, he raised his eyes and saw the figure of Makino.

But at the same time, he also noticed that Makino was not alone, standing beside him was a man in military uniform with a cold and strong aura.

He is too familiar with that person, he has lived under the halo of the marshal since he was a child, his parents taught him to follow Qin Bohuai as an example in everything.

When he was in college, Qin Bohuai was also the chief instructor during their military training. During that time, it was called a devil's training, so that every time Qin Zhun saw him, he would unconsciously be afraid.

How could Muye and Qin Bohuai be together?

As soon as the whole question popped up in his mind, Qin Zhun saw Qin Bohuai step aside, looking nonchalant.

Then Muye shook his head, carefully holding Qin Bohuai by the corner of his clothes, feeling uneasy.

The two have been together for three years, and Qin Zhun is too familiar with every movement and expression of Muye - he has never shown such a trusting expression in front of him.

The mermaid is a kind of cold-blooded animal. It took him three years to heat up the treasure. At the wedding scene, he was confused with other men in front of him.

Immediately, an evil fire rushed up from the ground, almost sweeping away the reason.

Qin Zhun took a breath with restraint, and walked towards the two of them.

The master of ceremonies rushed to save the scene: "It seems that the game of hide and seek is about to end. Mr. Mu is finally willing to show up. He may also be moved by the letter written by the third prince."

Like a searchlight, all the guests followed Qin Zhun's movements and looked there.

The black military uniform outlines the man's perfect inverted triangle figure. Years of fighting on the battlefield have given him a chill and cold aura. His facial features are as sharp as a knife, and his face is expressionless.

And beside him stood a young man with silver hair and emerald eyes, who was so beautiful that he looked like a character modeled in a game, and he felt thrilling when he saw it.

One black and one white, their appearances are extraordinary and refined, but they are unexpectedly right.

The long red carpet spread from the entrance to the ceremonial stage. Qin Zhun stepped on the red carpet, stopped beside the two of them, and greeted Qin Bohuai politely: "Hello, Uncle."

In public, they are addressed as Marshal and Prince, but when marriage is a private occasion, he has to call him Uncle Sheng.

Qin Bohuai responded, succinctly: "Happy newlyweds."

The feeling that something was wrong dissipated quite a bit, and Qin Zhun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The last person in the world he doesn't want to provoke is Qin Bohuai, and it's best for Mu Ye not to have anything to do with him.

He stretched out his hand towards Makino, suppressed his unhappiness, showed a tolerant and indulgent smile, and offered to pass the steps: "Is it too big here, lost?"

Shen Xinglan didn't even look at that hand or eye, as if he didn't know him at all, all his thoughts were on Qin Bohuai, and he asked anxiously, "When can I go home?"

Qin Bohuai raised his chin to the people on the red carpet: "You can go home when you go."

Qin Zhun was confused by the interaction between the two. He tried to understand Mu Ye's words: "Do you want to marry me quickly and then go home?"

In the next moment, Makino's reaction made the veins on his forehead twitch.

Shen Xinglan crawled behind Qin Bohuai like a nimble fish, stuck out half of his head from his shoulder, and looked at him with strange eyes:

"I'm only going home with Brother Bo Huai."

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