A Chinese Ghost Story: The little raccoon loves to eat leaves

After Zhuge Wuwei left, the four sages of the Demon Palace looked at each other with complicated expressions on their faces.

"Sage Monarch..." Asura hesitated to speak, "Could it be true that he wants to marry Xiaoqian?"

"Sura, what nonsense are you talking about? How could Shengjun marry Xiaoqian!" Hungry Dragon glared at Shura with rounded eyes.

The evil ghost echoed, "That's right! Don't be fooled by Zhuge Wuwei! Wujian, do you think so!" The three of them turned their heads to look at Wujian who had been silent all this time.Seeing Wu Jian's eyelids twitching, he nodded, seeing the ghosts and the others relieved, there was always a bad feeling.

It seems... as if... what Zhuge Wuwei said is true.

At this moment, they don't have to guess anymore, the person who explained their doubts has already arrived.

Qiye opened the door and walked in slowly. It turned out that Qiye had been standing outside the door and did not leave, "Zhuge Wuwei did not lie to you, I... I am indeed going to marry Xiaoqian, and it will only be seven days later. Prepare the things you need for marriage." After Qiye said this sentence, he felt that all the strength in his body was drained, and he didn't even know that his clenched fist was about to ooze blood.He walked out of the door in a daze, and he didn't hear the shouts of the four sages of the Demon Palace.

Naturally, Qiye didn't know that a person came out from a dark place after he walked out.

"Qing'er, the Holy Monarch..." Shura was the first to see Yan Qing with his sharp eyes.

A dark light flashed in Yan Qing's eyes, he looked up at Shura and nodded slightly.

"how come……"

"Did Qiye ask you to prepare supplies for his marriage? Then you have to check it carefully. This is a big event in our Yinyue Dynasty. It's best not to go through the hands of others. Make sure Qiye understands Is it?" After Yan Qing finished speaking calmly, seeing their dull faces, she smiled slightly.Only Wu Jian was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and looked at her strangely.

Yan Qing pursed her lips, thought for a second, and finally decided... "Wu Jian, come here for a while, I have something to tell you."

The two of them murmured for a long time, and finally ended the conversation with Yan Qing smiling like a fox.

Yan Qing left leisurely... and without a trace...

"Wujian, what did Qing'er tell you?" Shura and the others kept asking each other, and Wujian didn't say a word until the last sentence, "Be careful of the golden light." The three of them took the opportunity to leave and took two steps in a daze He stopped and looked at the sky at 45 degrees. He... shouldn't be considered a leak, right?Then speed away.

On the day of their marriage, Yan Qing observes in the dark and sees Jin Guang ordering his subordinates to pour medicine into the wine.But she felt that it would be too cheap for him to just let Qiye go, so... a little prank.Wujian saw Yan Qingman's malicious and gloomy appearance, the hairs on his face stood on end.

And Qiye, who was wearing the groom's clothes, felt a chill on his back and shivered.

Jin Guang was about to read out the imperial decree, when Yan Qing suddenly appeared and snatched the bright yellow imperial decree from Jin Guang's hand, crossed his legs, sarcastically said with a cold smile, "It's so lively! Do I agree with their marriage? Hmm?"

Jin Guang was shocked that Yan Qing could take the imperial decree from him, and frowned.

Yan Qing looked at Jin Guang coldly, and slowly opened the imperial decree, "Let me see what is written in the imperial decree."

"Stop the witch!" Jin Guang shouted angrily.

Yan Qing twitched the corners of his mouth ironically, and showed the so-called imperial decree to everyone with a big grin. "Yo... the emperor in the world is illiterate!"

Seeing that the plan failed, Jin Guang showed a sinister face and ordered to kill all the people in the Demon Palace.

Qiye turned pale with shock, summoned Yixi Sword, and teleported to Yan Qing's side to protect Yan Qing.

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