In order to marry Yinbi, the betrothal gift brought by Prince Wilson can be said to be quite generous, and he strictly followed the rules of three books and six etiquette.
Among the many gifts he brought, the most precious was undoubtedly the national treasure sword originally used by the sword god Arthur - Yunli Sword. It is said that the young Arthur used this sword to break through the clouds and kill people. An ancient monster.
At this moment, the Prince of Wales is already waiting for the arrival of the princess in the church. He is wearing a very luxurious and exquisite suit, with a confident and calm smile on his face, and his upright posture makes the female students in the church who see him for the first time very excited. He soon became obsessed.
Among the guests in the church, compared to the joy and happiness of the others, there were two weirdos who had been sitting upright, as if their nerves were tense all the time.
"Young Master, should I take action as soon as the princess appears, or should I wait..."
"Look at my eyes and act."
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In the 610 dormitory, Zhao Kaifeng was staring at the time on his phone, preparing to use the magic stone to teleport to the dungeon when twelve o'clock arrived.
At this moment, he is ready to go, waiting for the time to go to rob the prison!
He had done enough mental construction the night before, and he no longer worried about the consequences of doing such a thing.
The worst case scenario is escaping here with Ren Zihua. As long as we can kill the son of the Demon King in the end, what do these things mean?
So when the time changed to twelve o'clock, he used the space magic stone to transfer to the dungeon without hesitation.
As soon as he settled down, Feng Xiaolan felt that his eyesight went dark, as if he was blind, but soon he regained the light with the flashlight of his mobile phone.
"Didn't you say two or three days? How long has it been since you came to deliver food again?" Ren Zihua thought it was the guard who came and complained dully, "But it's okay, the little rice just now is not enough, you can still count it Conscience finds out.”
Feng Xiaolan followed the sound and quickly came to the door. He unlocked it smoothly.
Hearing the sound of the door unlocking, Ren Zihua suddenly became excited: "What? Is the Emperor finally willing to let me go?"
However, when he saw Feng Xiaolan opening the door, his original smile froze.
"Why are you here?"
"Stop talking so much and get out of here with me."
Feng Xiaolan said anxiously: "The emperor will not let you go. I was able to come in and save you only after Yinbi gave me the key. Do you understand?"
"Feng Xiaolan..." Ren Zihua looked like he wanted to cry, "You are actually willing to do such stupid things for me, what a good brother!"
"Then where will we go after we escape? Maybe everyone in the country has been arrested, right?"
"Let's talk about these things after we escape!"
However, just as the two were about to use the magic stone to leave, another purple sword light struck in the darkness, heading straight towards the door facing the two of them.
Both of them quickly drew their swords to block it, and blocked the sword wave.
"Who's coming?" Ren Zihua said rather playfully, looking at the guard who was gradually approaching.
"Let's get together, now is not the time to waste time." As he said this, Feng Xiaolan drew his sword and rushed over.
"The Third Style of Qinglian Sword Technique——" The blue sword energy that has reached the eighth level is blessed by the sword god. Its terrifying sword energy pressure is enough to shock the soul. Coupled with Feng Xiaolan's impeccable sword, Wu, it can be said that at this moment, he did not pay attention to the wild goose-winged swordsman in front of him at all, "Drink alone under the moon!"
In the dungeon, Feng Xiaolan's figure seemed to transform into a shining blue arc. In the blink of an eye, he had completed the attack and was behind the guard.
The guard who had his waist and abdomen chopped off turned around and looked at Feng Xiaolan in disbelief, and then fell down.
"Didn't you say we would come together?" Seeing this, Ren Zihua said with some dissatisfaction.
"I'm sorry, I've been merciful. I only used 30% of the sword style, and I haven't succeeded at all."
Feng Xiaolan put the sword back into its sheath and took out the space magic stone: "Let's leave quickly."
"You seem to be getting stronger again." With that said, Ren Zihua walked towards Feng Xiaolan. He had long wanted to leave this ghost place.
"Wait, take me with you too!"
That familiar voice frightened Feng Xiaolan and prepared to draw his sword again: "Who?!"
Ren Zihua stopped for a moment.
"Speaking of which, I really want to see what this villain looks like." So he walked towards the direction of the sound.
Although Feng Xiaolan was a little confused, she still followed him.
They didn't stop until they reached the deepest cell.
"Uncle, you can give us a reason to let you go." Looking at the seemingly dead man in front of him and the chains he was carrying, Ren Zihua was shocked. "I said... what on earth were you doing back then?" What crime did you commit that they imprisoned you like this for twenty years..."
At this moment, Feng Xiaolan's eyes were also widened, but soon he seemed to remember something, and said with some excitement: "You are not the Mo Yun who tried to overthrow the dynasty twenty years ago, are you?"
The man coughed a few times uncontrollably, and finally raised his eyes to look at them: "I didn't expect that after so many years, someone would still remember my name. Huh, little brat, if you let me out, I can promise you to do something." Anything, anything!”
Hearing this, Ren Zihua and Feng Xiaolan looked at each other and smiled.
Very good! Now escaping is no problem at all!
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Above the ground, Princess Yinbi finally walked into the church auditorium under the spotlight. She was wearing a wind pipe and a harem, and she was standing with Prince Wilson in a suit, just like two representatives of Eastern and Western cultures standing together. generally.
"Now that the two newlyweds have arrived, I will preside over the ceremony for them." As he said that, the priest holding a Bible stood between them.
"Excuse me, you two, are you all ready?"
"Ready." Prince Weir said in a hurry.
Yinbi looked outside the door one last time and said, "Ready."
"So--"
"Wait!" Under everyone's surprised gazes, the son of the Demon King stood up without hesitation to stop the wedding from proceeding, "I don't agree to this marriage!"
"What did you say?" The priest couldn't believe his ears at all. He looked at the man who suddenly stood up in a depressed manner, "How can such a serious occasion allow you to fool around? Someone -"
Before the priest finished speaking, the son of the Demon King impatiently raised his hand, and a flying blade transformed from demonic energy flew away and instantly cut off his entire head.
In an instant, the white auditorium was stained blood red, and screams echoed in the sacred church, as if it was turning the place into a purgatory.
