"good fortune."
Saint Ancestor Fengqi invited with a smile on his face: "The competition to recruit a bride is over. You can stay and join us in the banquet and enjoy the fine wine and food."
"Thanks to the care of the Holy Ancestor."
Zhao Fan nodded, then floated into the air, arrived above the colorful clouds, and transformed into a seat in an inconspicuous corner.
As for Juzu, he personally brought a table of delicious wine.
at this time.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure of the man and woman on the main battlefield below.
"Qin'er, are you satisfied with the husband I hired for you?"
Saint Ancestor Fengqi asked with a smile.
"My daughter is satisfied."
Saint Fengqi nodded.
"Then bring him to sit beside my father." Saint Ancestor Fengqi said slowly: "It just so happens that I take advantage of this opportunity to get together with my friends and the ancestral home of Xijun."
"good."
Feng Qin'er had no objection and naturally took the hand of the Lord of Desire and floated above the colorful clouds.
So far.
In the desert battlefield below, there was not a single soul left.
After a while.
Colorful clouds gathered, forming a colorful banquet hall.
Zhao Fan not only did not feel depressed because he failed to win the first place and was eliminated early, but instead secretly rejoiced.
While he was already on the main battlefield, he had quietly transferred the particles from the Nine Realms Tower to the body of the Lord of Painful Desire.
The Temple of the Immortal is in the tower.
The Holy Lord of Bitter Desire has become the husband of Saint Fengqi and will live in the clan mansion.
Zhao Fan now has enough control over the Nine Realms Tower that he can teleport directly into the tower.
In this way, the Fengqi Clan Mansion can be secretly explored through the Holy Lord of Bitter Desire.
As time went by, three enjoyable days passed.
The banquet is over.
One by one, the saints and ancestors said goodbye and left.
Zhao Fan is no exception.
Not long after he left the Fengqi Clan Mansion, he came to a restaurant and opened a room.
In one thought, he was teleported into the Nine Realms Tower.
With a thought, Zhao Fan transformed into a real-time synchronized light curtain.
at the moment.
The Lord of Painful Desire is in the bedroom.
Here, it is located in Feng Qin'er's house.
The area accounts for one-tenth of the entire clan mansion. This shows how much Saint Ancestor Fengqi loves his only daughter.
After the banquet, Holy Lord Bitter Desire was brought here by the slave of the Holy Lady. He was new here and was unfamiliar with the place, so he was extremely cautious. He stayed in the bedroom and waited for the next notification. He did not dare to Go out of the room and walk around casually.
Zhao Fan was not in a hurry at all.
It is impossible for Saint Fengqi to keep the husband who has been secretly recruited, the Saint of Desire, here to hang out.
really.
In the evening.
A maid knocked on the door and said, "Holy Master of Bitter Desire, our holy lady invites you."
"good."
The Holy Lord of Bitter Desire followed the maid out of the room.
As he walked along, he carefully looked around.
After a while, they arrived at the main hall of the Saint's residence.
Saint Fengqi glanced at Holy Lord Kuyu and said, "Come, sit down."
The Holy Lord of Bitter Desire sat down.
The maid brought food and drink.
Saint Fengqi said with a smile: "From today on, you and I are nominal Taoist couples. You can treat the area of my mansion as your own home. There is no need to be restrained."
"In name?"
The Holy Lord of Bitter Desire was startled for a moment.
"For now."
Saint Fengqi smiled softly, "We have to wait until we all enter the ancestral realm before we are officially married. Don't worry, my brother Yizu will take the time to teach you one day every month. I hope you don't make me wait too long. Oh. In addition, we will practice together in seclusion every day, and you will get the exercises and supporting secrets specially customized for us by our father."
"Well, I will work hard!" The Holy Lord of Bitter Desire was fascinated.
In the Nine Realms Tower.
Zhao Fan looked at Saint Fengqi on the light screen and said, "We will practice in seclusion together. One day in January, we will be taught by the ancestor of the hurricane. We will also modify the secret techniques provided by the ancestor of Fengqi. We will not officially get married until we both enter the ancestral realm. These requirements It feels a little weird to add up.”
"Tomorrow, my father will go to a secret place and will not come back for almost a month or two. Therefore, there will be a family dinner tonight, attended by direct descendants within the fourth generation."
Saint Fengqi spoke again: "Let's go to his place now. Since you are my husband, I will naturally take you with me to the family banquet."
Holy Lord Bitter Desire asked blankly: "Family banquet?"
"right."
Saint Fengqi nodded and said: "Actually, the purpose of the family banquet is to let the core direct descendants of our Fengqi family recognize you."
Holy Lord Bitter Desire said slightly nervously: "I don't know what I need to do."
"Just follow me, you don't have to do anything." Saint Fengqi said with a smile.
Inside the tower, Zhao Fan blinked, "Will Saint Ancestor Fengqi leave the clan mansion and head to the secret realm tomorrow?"
Opportunity, isn’t this coming?
You know, Saint Ancestor Fengqi usually stays in the clan mansion and rarely leaves.
"The biggest obstacle in my mission is Saint Ancestor Fengqi."
Zhao Fan smiled and said to himself: "Once he is not here, even if the range of the Holy Feather is only a hundred meters in radius, then I can explore the entire Fengqi Clan Mansion at will."
Subsequently.
His Nine Realm Tower particles fell off like dust from the gaps in the robe of the Lord of Painful Desire, and then floated quietly to the corner.
"Get some sleep first."
Zhao Fan saw Saint Fengqi and Holy Lord Bitter Desire leaving together on the light screen, and lay down leisurely.
When about to fall asleep.
The Holy Court Order trembled, and the voice of the Saint Ancestor of Destruction came out, "Zaifa, you are not very powerful."
"Master?"
Zhao Fan asked unclearly: "What aspect are you referring to?"
"I didn't even win the first place in recruiting a bride." The Saint Ancestor of Destruction joked.
"cough!"
Zhao Fan smiled awkwardly and said: "It turns out that you who are far away in the Holy Court know everything about what's going on here."
"Among the guests, there is an ancestor who is my spy."
The Saint Ancestor of Destruction said with a smile: "This is my first time for a disciple to be sent out on a mission. How can I rest assured as a teacher?"
Zhao Fan sighed helplessly, "I can't help it. That Fengqi Saint suddenly disliked my mediocre appearance and directly deprived me of my qualifications. I thought there was something fishy. Otherwise, why didn't I deprive me of it earlier? When there is no doubt that I will win the top spot in the semi-finals?"
"You guessed it right." The Saint Ancestor of Destruction nodded: "The reason is that the information you signed up for is too far away from Fengqi City, and you have shown the ability to kill the Half-Ancestor in an instant. If I guessed correctly, Saint Ancestor Fengqi He must have seen that you have violated the double rule, and with his caution, he will directly kick you out if there is even a trace of uncertainty."
new
