Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Chapter 213: The Cold Taoist Priest's Heart Is Hard to Forge

Wen Ling glanced at Jiuyi beside her. Jiuyi nodded and then handed the hand that was supporting Wen Ling to Fu Yuan.

"A Ling is very beautiful today."

Fu Yuan held Wen Ling's hand tightly, with an undisguised burning look in his eyes.

"Only you are worthy of this deity."

Holding her hand, the two of them walked towards Tianfenyuan. The subordinates on both sides saluted respectfully and lowered their heads.

There was a grand ceremony, and all the monsters in Tianfenyuan came out to greet them, in order to show how much Tianfenyuan valued Wen Ling.

Wen Ling looked at Fu Yuan with a smile on her face, and walked side by side with him as he pulled her.

Jiuyi and Luo You stood beside the two masters respectively.

Fu Yuan helped Wen Ling climb up the high platform of Tianfenyuan. All the monsters came together to pay homage. For a moment, the scene was so loud that it was quite shocking.

The immense pressure from Fu Yuan rushed towards them from all directions. For a moment, Wen Ling's knees softened under the pressure, but it dissipated in just a moment, and her whole body was supported by Fu Yuan.

Wen Ling glanced at the demons kneeling below. Each of them had their bodies tense, and their bodies that were originally bowing their heads to the ground were now even lower.

Noticing Wen Ling's gaze, Fu Yuan raised the corners of his eyes and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

"From now on, this world will belong to you and me."

He swung his hand, and Wen Ling curled her lips without saying a word.

After a long time, Fu Yuan withdrew all the intimidation he had projected. The sweat of some of the little demons with low power had already seeped through their clothes.

The demon race is inherently wild and not as disciplined as humans. All the demons knelt down to worship Wen Ling, which meant they acknowledged Wen Ling's status as the Queen.

Jiaming Mountain.

There is the sound of gurgling water, the rustling of grass and trees by the wind, and mist in the air. Everything is warm and relaxing, except for praying for a good harvest.

The inner demon crossed his arms and watched him sitting in front of the window in a daze. If his eyes were not red, he would have thought that he could sit still.

He was very anxious, but he was more anxious than him at this moment.

"The Tianfenyuan ceremony should have ended by now. Ah Ling must be very beautiful in her red dress."

The inner demon's despicable voice came from the sea of ​​his mind. Qinian's expression remained unchanged, and he looked like he was still in a daze and had not come back to his senses. However, the two hands placed beside his legs were secretly exerting force.

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At the banquet, the little demons drank so much that their cheeks turned red, they were in a trance, and their bodies were twisted and distorted.

Wen Ling accidentally met Jiuyi's eyes as he walked into the hall. Wen Ling looked away unnoticeably and poured a glass of wine to signal Fu Yuan.

At this moment, Fu Yuan's usually cold eyes also showed a bit of intoxication. He grabbed Wen Ling and pulled her into his arms.

"Feed me a drink."

The smell of alcohol and a strong aggression hit Wen Ling. She stiffened for a moment, then softened.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he handed the wine glass to Fu Yuan's mouth. Fu Yuan stared at me, Wen Ling, with a burning gaze as if he was looking at a prey that was about to be caught.

Fu Yuan took the wine glass and drank it all. Looking at Wen Ling who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a delicate face, he lowered his head and looked towards Wen Ling's red lips in a state of intoxication.

Wen Ling lowered her eyebrows slightly, clenched her fingers, and was about to push the person away when the stone door of the hall was broken open.

A dazzling white light poured into the hall. The dazed little demon was startled by the loud sound of the door breaking, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the stone door.

He squinted his eyes because of the dazzling white light, and vaguely saw a figure moving.

Only after the figure took two steps forward could everyone see it clearly.

The man was dressed in white, holding a sword in his hand. His long hair fluttering behind him formed a sharp contrast with his porcelain-white skin. He looked like a graceful jade-like beauty. There was coldness in the corners of Qi Nian's eyebrows and eyes.

Wen Ling and Fu Yuan looked over at the same time. At this moment, Wen Ling was being held in Fu Yuan's arms in a very possessive posture, with the wine glass in her hand still at his lips.

This gesture was extremely intimate and also very dazzling, which made Qinian's eyes turn red instantly.

The jealousy that kept rising in his heart almost made him lose his mind.

Wen Ling was stunned at first, then lowered her eyes and curled the corners of her mouth.

Sure enough, she was not disappointed.

Fu Yuan hugged Wen Ling tightly and looked at Qinian with narrowed eyes.

He dared to break into Tianfenyuan with only one sword. I don’t know whether to say he is brave or stupid.

"Is the Taoist priest who prays for good harvests here to drink at my wedding?"

Fu Yuan held Wen Ling in his arms and stood up and walked towards the stairs.

The aura of the human Taoist priest hit them in the face, and the monsters on both sides stood up instantly, looking at the Taoist priest in front of them vigilantly.

Qinian ignored Fu Yuan's question and looked straight at Wen Ling.

Their eyes met, and Wen Ling smiled at him.

She was indeed very beautiful, and the red dress suited her very well. Her already outstandingly beautiful face was even more breathtakingly beautiful after the careful dressing up. She didn't even need to use any special charm, a single glance was enough to capture her heart.

Today, there was no room for him to escape. He had to admit that Wen Ling was more important than anything else in his heart.

He also had to admit that he was cold-blooded by nature. The teachings of his master and the morality of the human race only gave him a saintly appearance. Deep down, he was selfish and cold-hearted.

He only cares about himself. Because he likes Wen Ling and doesn't want her to be affected by others, he abandons his master's teachings and comes here.

His throat was dry, he pursed his lips, and reached out to Wen Ling with eager eyes.

"Will you come with me?"

The tone was calm, but when Wen Ling met those eyes, she could hear a hint of pleading in them.

The fact that he could stand here was enough to show her position in Qi Nian's heart.

Wen Ling didn't say anything, and the little demon next to him couldn't help but smash his hammer.

"Where did you come from, you ignorant Taoist priest? Didn't you hear our Lord asking you a question?"

Qi Nian ignored her and continued to stare at Wen Ling intently, his heart hanging in his throat, not missing any expression on her face.

At this moment, every movement of hers was tightly linked to his emotions and could determine his life or death in an instant.

Wen Ling's face was bright. She turned to look at Fu Yuan and saw that he was also looking at her with interest.

It seemed as if he was also curious about what she would choose.

Wen Ling smiled at him and took the initiative to hold his hand.

"The clothes are too heavy and we're a little tired from standing. Let's go back and sit down."

Fu Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked carefully at Wen Ling's expression. Then he glanced at Qinian and saw that his body was frozen in place. He couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, I'll help A Ling back."

Every word and action was gentle and considerate.

Fu Yuan supported Wen Ling and gave Qi Nian a condescending look before turning around.

"Today, A Ling and I are getting married. Everyone who comes is a guest. Taoist Qi Nian, why don't you find a place to sit down and have a drink?"

Then she stopped looking at him and took Wen Ling back to a higher place, with a frown on her face.

Many times she liked Fu Yuan's extreme self-confidence, which gave her time to arrange everything.