Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

No matter how much heart twists and turns, the face of the banquet court is not obvious. Knowing that Ji Rao's marriage has faded, the banquet court can't help but be vigilant, and his words are so suspicious when he appears.

"Do you mean to tell me that Ji Rao is married?"

If you look closely, you can see the calculation and complacency of his eyes. "I'm ashamed. I'm not good at martial arts, but I'm very good at lightness. It's so fearless that even if the master of Zhai comes by himself, he can't catch me. "

The banquet court heard that there was something wrong with it, and looked up at languid convergence.

Languidly hold folding fan, quietly cover in the lip side, light voice way, "Zhai Lord's account in the matter under also accidentally bumped into."

The face color of banquet court changes abruptly, languidly but hand over a reassuring look.

"I don't have to do this. Since it's been a long time, I won't mention it again. Let me tell you that it's just a thought for you. I've decided to become a devil. Goodbye is my enemy. I'm still the master of flying flower house. I don't have to worry about it. "

No.

He didn't look down on the demon religion. He just thought that people should be moral and rational in life, and should not kill innocent people indiscriminately. He just

As if seeing through what was in the heart of the banquet court, he opened his mouth in a soft voice, and his voice was as cold as water. "I know that Zhai Lord is different from those hypocrites. But as far as you know, as far as you can see, can Ji Rao kill an innocent person? He is arrogant, but he doesn't bully and bully the weak. Why does the master of Zhai hate demon religion so much? "

"How did my father die?"

Languid and silent, his eyes drooped as if he didn't know how to answer, which seemed to give one of the drowning banquet hall a life-saving straw. He held it tightly and wanted to stick it on his chest. He asked in a loud voice, as if the voice was loud enough to give him the illusion that he had not done anything wrong. "Dare you say it has nothing to do with him?"

Languidly collected to look at him, there is a flash of pity, "do you want to give yourself a reason to continue to hate him, or do not want to admit that he has nothing to do with killing your father?"

Looking at the stiff banquet court in place, languid and easy to step on the beam to leave, leaving only a light voice in the air.

"Master of Banzhai, do it yourself."

From the bottom, the mountain top of the demon sect is locked in the fog, straight up and down, and the boundless view is not thorough. When the sun shines on the top of the mountain in the morning, it looks like a fairyland. But at night, you can hardly see anything.

Languid convergence back to the demon cult, there are already people waiting at the bottom.

"Young master, the Dharma protector said that he would let you go to the lobby when you come back."

There were bright lights inside and outside the hall. Red silk was hung on the plaque outside the door. Tomorrow is the day of the wedding. Song Qing asked people to tidy up the inside and outside. Ji Rao felt that Dharma protection should not be done by himself in such matters. After a few words of persuasion, he did not listen to Song Qing, so he went with him.

When languid and astringent stepped in, he was still surprised. It was late, but there were many people in the lobby.

Ji Rao was dressed casually and her hair was not tied. She was sitting in the front high seat with one leg on the chair. She was totally out of order. Song Qing was sitting on a slightly shorter chair beside him. He was dressed in blue, and his hair was very neat. If he had not known in advance, he would not have thought of them together with the two newlyweds to be married tomorrow.