Dijun, your medical concubine has gone against the sky again

Chapter 757 A Big Wedding (1)

However, just as the welcoming team was about to arrive, Yun Qian quietly hid a sharp dagger in the wide sleeve of the wedding dress, avoiding everyone's eyes and ears.

Xi Niang covered her with a hijab and led her all the way out.

This wedding seems to be a little different from ordinary marriages. It is not just a matter of paying respects to Gaotang and his wife. According to Xi Niang, they are going to pay homage to the Heaven and Earth Ancestral Temple.

Yunqian was brought to the legendary altar, and Mo Qiancheng was already waiting for her there. Almost all the people with certain identities in the holy realm had arrived, even the lord of the holy realm specially attended, and the scene was very grand.

When Mo Qiancheng took Xi Niang's hand from hers, his obsidian-like eyes flickered, and he lowered his voice: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Yun Qian didn't speak, and wanted to take her claws out of his hands, but he clenched them tightly.

She let him pull her towards the center of the altar, but after a few steps, she suddenly lowered her voice and asked abruptly: "Senior brother, do you really want to drive us to the point of turning against each other?"

"Senior brother is already in the past tense." Mo Qiancheng didn't seem to take her threats to heart, but instead calmly corrected her address, "From today onwards, it seems that we should change our words."

Yunqian pursed her lips indifferently.

The two stood still in the middle of the altar, and on the high steps, the ceremonial officer opened the booklet in his hand and prepared to read the congratulatory speech.

Just when he was about to speak, the bride who had been standing quietly pulled out a dagger and stabbed at the groom beside her.

The guests in the audience were frightened by this scene, and their faces changed suddenly.

But Mo Qiancheng didn't dodge, let the dagger touch his lower abdomen, and looked at her calmly: "You are not my opponent."

Yun Qian didn't speak, but just kept this posture. The two of them were in a strange stalemate. Mo Qiancheng said coldly again: "Put down the things in your hands, and I can pretend that nothing happened."

Yun Qian gritted her teeth and was silent. All the guests in the audience stared at the two people facing each other in dumbfounded. No one dared to make a sound. The whole area around the altar was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Mo Qiancheng raised his hand, trying to grab the dagger she was holding, but Yun Qian suddenly pushed away a few steps nervously, lifted the hijab on his head, turned his wrist, and the sharp dagger was already on her On the fair neck.

"Let me go, or I will turn your happy event into a sad one."

The brother's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

The new couple began to fall into a new round of confrontation, and the guests who had just breathed a sigh of relief were stunned again, completely unaware of what the two of them were up to.

On the big day, the bride is going to live or die or commit suicide in public. Which song is this sung about?
The Lord of the Sacred Realm looked at this scene with a sneer, and a gloomy coldness quickly flashed across his eyes.

Mo Qiancheng squinted at the woman who threatened her with death, and after a few seconds of stalemate, he walked towards her.

"Don't come here." Yun Qian scolded in a cold voice, the dagger on her neck tightened even more, "Go one step further, and I'll leave you a corpse."

"You don't dare." The senior brother paused, raised his eyes, and looked at her with a sneer, "Your life is tied to his. Even if you die, he won't be able to live."

"So what if we don't survive? It's better for us to die together than to be separated by you, brother, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)