At this moment, Yu Qiu's face suddenly darkened.
He said coldly: "Both voices are not from Zhengzheng. Don't let your minds be disturbed and trust 'them' easily! Once you believe it deeply, you will be swallowed by the mist."
The friends had long suspected that neither of the two voices was Yunzheng. After Brother Feng asked what Yunzheng said, both voices said they had forgotten it. Based on this, they were sure that neither voice was Yunzheng.
Because Yunzheng's memory is amazingly good.
When everyone heard this, they were shocked, and their uneasiness and fear increased.
So where is the real Yunzheng? !
Friends are worried, is Zheng Zheng in any danger?
Suddenly, they remembered the soul-connecting talisman attached to their bodies, and they used their spiritual power to sense Yunzheng's existence and her current soul state.
It was found that there were no violent fluctuations.
This shows that Yunzheng is still fine.
But the friends still couldn't help but want to look for her and call her name, but they were answered by two fake voices one after another.
"I am here."
"I'm here, come to me quickly!"
The friends were speechless for a while, these 'two voices' had been seen through, yet they still responded so shamelessly.
The shrill cries became more intense, the fog became thicker, and the ground underfoot was muddy. If you stepped on it, you would be scratched if you were not careful.
"Senior Brother Sima, hurry up and cry!" There was a genius who couldn't bear the harsh cry and couldn't help but call out to Sima Xun.
When Sima Xun heard this, he replied hoarsely with difficulty.
"I've lost my voice."
His voice was dry and low, like an old man's.
Everyone: "..."
Feng Xinglan was shrouded in thick white mist. His eyes were cold and clean, but with a hint of worry. He couldn't see clearly around him. He pursed his lips and said, "Everyone, please squat down for a moment."
"Why?" someone asked with trembling lips.
Feng Xinglan said calmly, "Avoid accidental injury."
The friends and Qingfeng immediately guessed what Feng Xinglan wanted to do, and they immediately squatted down. None of them wanted to sit still and wait for death, but Lan mainly focused on wind elemental spiritual power, and wind could disperse the fog.
Qingfeng said in a deep voice: "Everyone squat down!"
When the geniuses heard the voice of Protector Qingfeng, they squatted down without much hesitation.
The shrill cries suddenly turned into weird laughter. Gradually, the two sounds mixed together, which was extremely terrifying.
The sound was far away and near.
When you get close, it seems as if you are crying and laughing next to someone's ear, which makes your hair stand on end. When it's far away, it's not so scary.
After everyone squatted down, Feng Xinglan summoned a long sword, filled his palm with wind elemental spiritual power, and poured the wind elemental spiritual power into the sharp long sword. In an instant, the sword wind swept out, sweeping the surroundings. The white mist suddenly opened a big hole.
He turned his right wrist slightly and raised his sword quickly, his sword intention gathering little by little.
The next moment, he suddenly swung his sword and swept out!
Boom boom boom——
The strong wind blade swept through the white mist and struck away.
Everyone felt a chill on their heads. Someone quickly raised his hand and touched the top of his head. When he found that his hair was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The wind blows the fog and the fog gradually disperses.
At this moment, Feng Xinglan swung his sword again.
With a 'boom' sound, the sword blade struck the front, making an explosion sound. It should be that the front is at the bottom, so it impacts the real thing.
The friends looked up and saw that the white mist was still there, but it was no longer thick, and they could see the people on the opposite side clearly.
They immediately stood up, looked at each other, and immediately joined the same place.
White mist gathered again.
At the same time, the friends quickly looked around, looking for Yunzheng. What was going on? ! Why is a big living person missing?
"Let me open the fog this time!" Mo Jing summoned the sword.
Mo Jing clasped the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed towards Bai Wu on the other side!
boom!
The blade split the white mist and dispersed it.
Mo Jing frowned, why is there still no sign of Ayun?
…
Half a quarter of an hour ago, Yunzheng just took a few steps to the right, but accidentally stepped on the formation eye and fell into an illusion formation.
She looked around warily, only to find that she was sitting on a bright red bed. The room was decorated like a wedding room, and a red candle not far away was burning and making a soft sound.
The candlelight made the embroidered screen with mountain scenery sway, bringing with it an indescribable ambiguity.
She glanced down and saw a bright red satin hijab in her palm.
This is...she's getting married?
Soon, the door was slowly pushed open.
Yunzheng looked for the sound and saw a man wearing a crimson wedding robe with rimmed cuffs. He tied his hair with a red crown. His handsome and cold face was now a little softer, and his cheeks were stained with drunkenness. Blushed, her eyebrows looked like the most beautiful peach color in the world.
His knuckled and white fingers were pressed against the door. When he saw Yunzheng actually taking off the red hijab in advance, a hint of helplessness and doting flashed in his eyes.
"Are you uncomfortable wearing a hijab?"
"Yes." Yunzheng did not expose the illusion at this time, because Rong Shuo looked so good-looking in a wedding dress.
He turned and closed the door.
The tall and straight back, coupled with the slim waist and abdomen hidden under the wedding dress, makes people think a lot.
Just listen to him saying slowly: "If grandpa hadn't blocked some wine for me today, I'm afraid they would have drunk me again. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to wake up to meet you..."
"It's time for the bridal chamber."
After he said the last three words, the tips of his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Yunzheng heard 'grandpa', she pursed her lips slightly, and then she didn't know what she thought of, and a bright smile appeared on her face.
"Then have you met my father and mother?"
Hearing this, he was startled for a moment, and then said dotingly: "Zheng'er, are you still not used to being a wife tonight? Don't worry, my father and mother are out having a drink, they are both here."
Yunzheng looked down at the red hijab in her hand and asked in confusion.
"They really agreed that I would marry you?"
"Well, I worked hard to marry you back to my Rong family." He stepped in front of her, took her hands, and slowly held them tightly, treating them like treasures. He looked at her tenderly and said: "I have no father or mother, but I am lucky enough to be adopted by my father and mother. Although I have experienced various difficulties to grow up with you and then fall in love with you, I am grateful for these hardships, which made you and me what we are."
"I finally married you."
Yunzheng did not show any moved expression. Instead, she looked at him calmly and pulled her hand out of his palm little by little.
"That's not our story."
He was stunned, as if he didn't understand what Yunzheng was talking about, "Zheng'er, what are you talking about? Our story... is like this."
He noticed something strange about Yunzheng and wanted to reach out to hold her hands, but she mercilessly slapped them away.
Snapped!
The man's hand was slapped red, and he stared at her with anger on his handsome face, and said in a stern tone: "Zheng'er, don't be willful anymore."
His eyebrows and eyebrows were sharpened, destroying the beauty. His clumsy expression didn't match his skin at all, as if... this skin didn't belong to him at all.
Yunzheng said with a sarcastic smile.
"You really don't look like him."
