Chapter 229 Marriage

After a long silence, Metasequoia broke the calm first: "So late at night, where do you want to go if you don't rest in your room?"

"Isn't it the same for the patriarch? What's wrong with not resting in my room and guarding at my door so late? Red sandalwood is unwilling to show weakness.

Metasequoia took a breath and held down his temper. He thought that who had lived for so many years was not respectful to him, but this granddaughter repeatedly contradicted him, although it was just a reason. Looking at the two people, he endured and softened his breath and said, "I'm here to tell you not to waste your energy. No one knows where that person is on the island except me."

Red sandalwood's cold eyes glowed white, "We didn't think about getting any news from you. The people I'm looking for, the people you close to you, we won't interfere with each other. So, please get out of the way now!"

"Humph!" Metasequoia has also lost its temper. There are no elders who like disobedient juniors, no matter why they are disobedient. Mu Xi, if you continue to fool around, don't blame me for being rude!"

Shuimuxi is her name in the water demon family, which was learned from the people who came to visit on the day. Red Sandalwood did not retreat when he heard the words and said coldly, "I'm looking for my people for nonsense. It's really interesting that you arrest people privately."

Seeing that the two of them were getting more and more tense, Xin Yimian, who had been motionless, finally said coldly, "Can you shut up? Since you are stubborn and refuse to make it clear, I'll say it."

What's there to say! The meaning expressed in the eyes of the two.

Xin Yimian ignored the two people and said to the red sandalwood, "In fact, the patriarch has just told me about it, and it's not as good as you and I thought before. The patriarch is in the dark prison, but his original intention is to help you, or help himself and the water demon family.

What does it mean? Make it clear. The red sandalwood looked at him doubtfully.

"The strength of the five races is so strong that even you can't fight against it now. To improve your strength in a short period of time, the best way is to fight, keep fighting with people who are stronger than you, and break through on the edge of life and death. Only blood bath rebirth and again and again can forge the sharpest sword. If Wu Cang Juelan can come out of the dark prison, he must be reborn at that time, and it is really a rare opponent.

Red sandalwood frowned slightly. Their strength is indeed very strong now, but it is not invincible. For example, she may not be able to beat the patriarch in front of her. It is right to improve her strength, but the price to be paid is absolutely painful. She didn't forget how they got their strength now, and to go further, the pain and hardship he needs to face may not be less than losing his close relatives.

This dark prison is very dangerous, very dangerous, and it is very likely to kill him.

Red sandalwood quietly looked at the resolute face of Metasequoia, and his tough momentum suddenly softened and said lightly, "Let me accompany him."

No matter how difficult it is, she is willing to accompany him.

Metasequoia looked at her tenacious eyes and shook her head halfway, "You can't. The crying blood in that boy's hand is a peerless artifact. When he is strong, he is strong. Only he can break through the first level. If you go, you may be able to deal with it at the beginning, but in the end it will definitely become a burden for him. At that time, there would have been a little chance to be born, and it would inevitably become a death-death situation because of your joining.

Red Sandalwood listened and slowly restrained her eyes. She just wanted to fight side by side with him, but if it became his burden, it would be something she would never want. At this point, no matter how unwilling she is, she will regress. Can't you even look at him?"

Metasequoia shook his head, "Once the secret door is closed, it will never be opened unless there is only one dead person inside."

It's really amazing. Red sandalwood grits its teeth secretly, which is fierce enough to make people fight to the death without a way out. There was no last hope. Red Sandalwood looked at him fixedly and said, "I want to learn the highest skill of the water demon family!"

Since you can't accompany each other, try to match each other. She didn't want to hold him back, although, listening to this man's meaning, she was afraid that no skill in the world could surpass him after his blood-blooded rebirth.

Metasequoia nodded with appreciation. It is worthy of being his granddaughter. In such a short time, she can turn grief and indignation into strength to judge when and what is most beneficial to him. He also said without any concealment, "You are already learning the highest skill of the water demon family."

Red sandalwood frowned doubtfully. She didn't remember that she had learned any skills of the water demon family, and even she didn't know anything about the family before.

"Do you remember that you were abolished three years ago? At that time, the water nightingale sent you a book called Guanyin, which was the highest code of my water demon family and the inheritance skills of the dynasties. And you, because the whole body of martial arts is abolished, the whole empty inner body is more conducive to practicing this skill. Metasequoia has no emotion when it mentions the nightingale, just like an item that is raised at will.

Red sandalwood suddenly felt that from the beginning, these things seemed to be designed, as if they had gone a long way, but in the end they all returned to the origin. All the bureaus were arranged three years ago. Although she only used the sound of Guanyin in the war drum, she did not put down her practice because of the water nightingale. As soon as she mentioned the water nightingale, she shot at the sequoia coldly, "Do you want to treat her like that just because she is a guardian?"

Metasequoia looked back at her and said coldly, "All I know is that she can protect you, just as water can protect Suer."

Therefore, no matter what method he uses, he will make them the most qualified guardians. The person he wants to protect will never have an accident!

Shui Wei is Xin Yimian's mother, the red-haired woman.

The red sandalwood's chest heaved violently a few times. Such a person said that he was ruthless. Why was he not too affectionate? He said that he was affectionate but he was ruthless. Such a person, such a person really makes people don't know what to say.

"I don't accept such a method. Don't do such a thing again." After saying that, the red sandalwood turned around and closed the door.

Everything you should know is known. Now, he is struggling, and she can't fall behind.

Metasequoia was closed outside the door and looked at the closed wooden door in front of him and squeezed his lips. No matter what she thinks, as long as it is good for her, he will do it even if he hates him. He never thought he was right, or even never care whether he was right or not. It was just his almost stubborn persistence. The only daughter is that he didn't protect it well. The only granddaughter, no matter how much he costs, he will protect it to the end!

Metasequoia got up, straightened its spine and left with heavy steps.

Xin Yimian looked at the stubborn back of Metasequoia, then looked at the closed door in front of him, shook his head and dragged the big chair away. These two people also stick to their own views, and they are also eager for family affection but are not good at expressing themselves. In the future, there will be some grinding.

For three days, Red Sandalwood locked himself in the room and did not go out for half a step, and no one came to disturb her. Even Xin Yimian silently put it at the door of her room every day.

In the past three days, the whole island has been covered with red scars, and people are jubilant. The wedding of their witch and the witch must be done well and lively.

On the third day, the joy was almost over. The marriage of red sandalwood and Xin Yimian began in the heavy expectations of the water demon family.

Red sandalwood was surrounded by a group of women early in the morning. From clothes to swearing, it was all made of ancient patterns. The red sandalwood is pulled by them like a puppet, with no sadness or joy on their faces.

Looking at the festive red, she pulled the corners of her mouth with a little sarcasm. How much he wanted to marry her, but now she has put on the wedding dress, but the groom is not him. If he knew that she would wear wedding clothes for others, he would be angry if he died. That's just right. That proves that he will definitely be alive.

He will never let her marry anyone else even if he dies. She never doubts.

Success or failure, here's all.

"Your Excellency, the auspicious time is almost here." A woman in pink next to her reached out to hold her.

The red sandalwood looked at the person in the bronze mirror. The red wedding dress was stronger than the blood. The fog on the forehead was looming, and the tassels on the phoenix crown hung down and swayed in front of the forehead. The ancient totem Zhuang was so strong, and the whole person was bright and radiant.

It's just that if the bride's face is not so rigid.

The big red cap slid down, and his eyes were instantly red. The red sandalwood put his hand on the hand of the woman in pink and followed her step by step.

The gongs and drums are in the sky, the clouds are drunk, the sound of firecrackers is blowing, and the clan's sincere blessings resounded through the island, escorting her all the way to the temple.

No matter how festive it is, the atmosphere can't get into the cold and dark prison at all. At this moment, the previously independent cells have been completely opened. The bodies are full of corpses at a glance. The dark red blood is sprinkled on the ground, on the iron pillar, and on the wall. The person who was only dead gray before is lifeless and disabled. The broken limbs and arms were spread all over the ground, the scattered weapons were covered with blood, and the smell of blood filled the prison, which was disgusting.

Hell on earth, that's all.

And in this dark and bloody place, there are two people who can breathe in the deepest corner.

Wucang Juelan's bloody clothes have long been tattered. There is blood on his snow-white skin, blood-colored footprints step by step. The blood is stained with blood, and the blood drops slide down the body of the sword, playing the song of death in this silent dark prison. The blood-stained body has long been unable to distinguish how many parts belong to others and how many parts belong to oneself.

The sticky footsteps finally stopped, and the orange light in Danfeng's eyes flashed, dangerous and strange. He looked at the old man sitting cross-legged in front of him. This was his last opponent.

He doesn't know how many prisoners he has killed in the past three days. Every time he is fighting for his life. The most terrible thing about these outlaws is not the power, but the lifeless burning spirit. As early as a day ago, his opponent was stronger than him, and he could only constantly stimulate his potential on the edge of life and death. Now, he doesn't remember how many injuries he has suffered. He doesn't remember how many times he has broken through, and even the pain is numb. He doesn't even know his current strength. The only thing he remembers - today, she got married.

His favorite woman got married today.

She must be waiting for him.

Therefore, the phoenix eye dangerously locked the unknown person in front of him, and clenched the red phosphate on the hilt of the sword with his fingers.