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Chapter 51 What a big hat
Hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang did not dare to say anything more and just nodded.

They had no other ideas. Whatever the immortal said was whatever they wanted, as long as they could save their daughter.

"By the way, where is your daughter now?" Wen Xiangyi asked.

Doctor Zhang said quickly, "My daughter is in the boudoir."

She fainted from crying just now, and now she doesn't know if she woke up.

Wen Xiangyi originally wanted to see what Dr. Zhang's daughter looked like, but thinking that women's boudoirs were not allowed to be entered indiscriminately, she didn't ask any more questions.

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Zhang immediately ordered her servants to call her. After all, she had to see the immortal leader at home.

Not long after, Miss Zhang came over with the help of a servant. She had a graceful body and pretty features. Maybe it was because she had cried. Her almond-shaped eyes were red, and against her small face as big as a palm, she looked... I feel pity for you.

When she saw Wen Xiangyi and the three of them, she couldn't help showing surprise in her eyes, and then she greeted them timidly.

Ling Lan put her elbows on the table, raised her chin and looked at Wen Xiangyi, "You are taller than Miss Zhang, so I'm afraid you won't be able to fit into her wedding dress."

Wen Xiangyi raised her eyebrows, "I didn't say I wanted to wear her wedding dress, and I didn't say I was pretending to be the bride."

Ling Lan was startled, "Huh?"

They had discussed this strategy on the road just now. It was Wen Xiangyi who suggested pretending to be a bride, so he assumed that Wen Xiangyi would go up the mountain pretending to be a bride. After all, she was the only woman in the three-person team.

"Then who will play the role?"

Wen Xiangyi chuckled and said, "Brother Lan, you are born with extraordinary beauty and heavenly appearance. Of course you are the best to play the bride."

Ling Lan's eyes widened and she leaned back, "Damn it! Why! Isn't Xiaobai good-looking?"

Jiang Shaobai took a serious look at Ling Lan, cupped his hands and said, "Jiang is not as beautiful as Brother Ling."

Wen Xiangyi felt that Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai were on par when it came to appearance.

However, Jiang Shaobai's cold eyebrows and sharp facial contours give people a feeling of indifference and alienation at a glance, while Ling Lan has a pair of upward-looking red and phoenix eyes, which seems to be smiling even when not smiling, and when she smiles, she looks like a flower at dawn in spring.

All in all, Linglan's women's clothing is definitely beautiful.

Ling Lan clutched her chest and felt heartbroken, "Xiaobai, how long have you and Xiangyi known each other? You've learned this bad lesson! It turns out that those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to Xiangyi are dark! Show off your Long Aotian confidence!"

Wen Xiangyi patted Ling Lan on the shoulder, "Stop struggling. You have the highest cultivation level and are the only one in red among the three of us. Only you can handle this important task! After all, you are the tyrant of our team!"

What a big tall hat!

The corners of Ling Lan's eyes twitched, and he slapped Wen Xiangyi's paw away, "I'll act like I am!"

Two souls are weak!

Seeing Wen Xiangyi's lips instantly fly up to the sky and shoulder to shoulder with the sun, he asked angrily, "So what about you? My two eldest sons?"

"Hey, I play the role of the wedding bride."

"Xiniang? You're a fucking matchmaker!" Ling Lan's voice rose a little higher, and Wen Xiangyi, the old man, got a black mole from somewhere and slapped it on his lips.

Wen Xiangyi waved his hand, "Don't worry about these details!"

Jiang Shaobai looked at the mole on Wen Xiangyi's lips and couldn't help but lower his eyes and chuckle. Then he said, "I don't know what I am playing, so I just pretend to be a servant getting married."

Ling Lan said nothing more and silently raised her stubborn middle finger.

Wen Xiangyi took off the matchmaker's mole, looked at the Zhang family who were already bewildered, coughed lightly and said seriously, "Please prepare yourself."

The immortals in Dr. Zhang's imagination were aloof, cold and distant, but the reality of the three in front of him opened his eyes.Hearing Wen Xiangyi speak, he was stunned for a while before nodding as if waking up from a dream, and then ordered people to prepare things.

After a while, he stood up with his wife and daughter, who were still a little dazed, and said, "Fellow immortals, please follow me."

The three of them followed Dr. Zhang to a room where there were toiletries and rouge and gouache prepared in advance. Wedding clothes, phoenix crowns and hijabs were neatly placed on the Arhat bed.

After Wen Xiangyi asked them to leave, he reached for a box of rouge, opened it and smelled it. There was a faint rose fragrance inside.

She dipped a little on her hand and looked at Ling Lan with a sideways smile, "Shall I put some makeup on you?"

Ling Lan knew at a glance that Wen Xiangyi had evil intentions. He didn't want to put on a big red face and pretend to be a monkey, so he quickly covered his face and made a good move, "Don't come over here!"

Wen Xiangyi snorted and put down the rouge with some regret. He turned his head and saw Jiang Shaobai looking at the wedding dress on Luohan's bed with a very serious look. He couldn't help but ask, "Xiaobai, do you want to wear it?" ?”

Ling Lan immediately jumped up from the chair, "Since you want to wear it, then you can play the bride."

Jiang Shaobai shook his head slightly, "I just thought of an old friend."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Xiangyi immediately wrote a [-]-word novel about sadomasochism in his mind.

In many of Long Aotian's novels, the protagonist always has a lot of confidantes.

She loves him and he loves her, but she doesn't understand him and he doesn't understand her.

The two of them struggled to the limit, wasting a hundred years.

Finally he came to his senses and looked back to see that she had become a wife.

Sadness flows directly into a river!

Jiang Shaobai probably has experienced this kind of plot, so he felt something when he saw the wedding dress.

It's like seeing things and missing people.

Ling Lan's thoughts were almost the same as Wen Xiangyi's. The two of them looked at each other and were about to say comfort, but Jiang Shaobai suddenly said, "I met a Hehuan Sect disciple in Kuanglan Continent. He was obviously a man but he liked to wear women's wedding clothes. He also specially selected male monks who practiced the ruthless way to attack.

At that time, he targeted me and tried to stun me with medicine, but he failed. I pierced my Dantian with my sword and crushed my soul. "

The comforting words were instantly choked in her throat, and the corners of Wen Xiangyi's lips twitched, "Ah, I thought you saw the wedding dress and thought of your confidante."

Ling Lan complained, "Good guy, transvestite and gay, are you sure we are old friends and not enemies?"

Jiang Shaobai touched his sword, "No matter where he is, Jiang only has the art of swordsmanship in his heart and has no confidante."

There were indeed many women who admired him in Kuanglan Continent, and some expressed their love to him, but they were all rejected by him.

After all, feelings will only become his weakness and affect the speed at which he draws his sword.

He has seen many talented people lose themselves because of being deeply in love, wasting their talents in vain.

For this reason I just want to sigh, those who indulge in love will never be able to achieve success.

If gods were like them, then ascension would be meaningless.

If you can't control yourself, how can you be considered an immortal?Why God?

Wen Xiangyi silently gave Jiang Shaobai a thumbs up. The unique Long Aotian was not a stallion!

You must know that in some Long Aotian novels, the male protagonist has a harem of three thousand beauties, and he wishes he could not even let go of the female mosquitoes flying around him.

(End of this chapter)