The fat aunt looked at her with a smile, "Daughter, do you also have a crush on the boy next door?"
Xiaolan hummed, "No, I didn't like it." Then she ran away covering her face.
The fat aunt smiled and wondered whether she should also find a matchmaker to talk about getting married.
Sang Qi's place was so lively, but Mo Zunyue didn't keep an eye on it all the time.
She has been very busy recently, so busy that she didn't even have time to look at Sang Qi.
Sang Qi could no longer cultivate as an immortal, but he definitely could not cultivate as a demon. Mo Zunyue didn't want him to die like this.
He grew up with her, accompanied her to the throne of God, he should not have finally become a mortal and died alone.
Mo Zunyue was looking for a way for him to change his destiny.
Sang Qi's door is still blocked by people every day, and matchmakers in bright red clothes gather together to compete for beauty.
There is no way, the master's family gave me too much money, and I have been told by thousands of people that this marriage must be done.
But today an arrogant matchmaker came. She knocked on Sang Qi's door loudly and shouted, "I am the matchmaker entrusted by the Zhao family girl. The Zhao family girl has a deep love for the young master. It is better for the young master to meet the last one." See."
Sang Qi sneered, deep-rooted love? It really insults the word "love".
The matchmaker was very arrogant because she was invited by Miss Zhao. She wanted to knock a hole in the door and said, "Please come out and talk to me."
Where the other matchmakers dared to fight, they all stood aside and watched, wondering whether the people inside would come out.
According to what they learned in the past few days, this young master is very charming, but has a very cold temperament, which is a bit scary.
As expected, the other party's door was still closed, and no one was able to see it.
Early the next morning, there was a rush of footsteps outside. Sang Qi opened the door and saw a group of followers surrounding the door.
The person in the lead was obviously stunned when he saw Sang Qi, probably wondering how a man could be so good-looking.
Then he said fiercely, "My girl said that she will invite the young master into the house in three days. She also asked the young master to take a shower and change clothes in advance to be well prepared."
Sang Qi's eyes were cold, "Miss Zhao?"
"It's Miss Zhao."
"What if I don't go?"
The man sneered, "Then we can only kidnap the young master."
Sang Qi sneered, a group of people warned him, and left in a hurry.
Xiaolan stood aside timidly and watched, "Are you really going to Zhao Mansion?"
Sang Qi asked her with interest, "You have seen it, what can I do?"
Xiaolan was speechless, the Zhao family was domineering in this area, who dared to offend them.
Three days later, in the early morning, there was a knock on Sang Qi's yard.
He opened the door. It was not the Zhao family, but Xiaolan.
She held a sharp sickle in her hand and pretended to be calm, "I'll help you stop them."
Sang Qi found it funny, "With your small body, you still dare to stop them. Aren't you looking for death?"
Xiaolan clenched her hands, "I can't just watch you being taken away."
Sang Qi licked his lips, "You can be stupid."
Today, Miss Zhao came to greet Sang Qi in person, and happened to see Xiaolan, who was guarding the door of Sang Qi's house like a door god.
She couldn't help laughing, "Where's the idiot? Do it."
Sang Qi watched coldly as a group of followers came forward and pushed Xiaolan aside. Xiaolan refused to leave. As the group of people pushed and pushed, a sharp sickle struck Xiaolan's neck.
Bright red blood and then a large area of land.
Sang Qi's eyes always fell on Xiaolan, as deep as the bottom of a pond.
(End of chapter)
