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Chapter seven hundred and thirty-seven, the sky is falling!

Chapter 737: The sky collapses and the earth breaks!

In the phoenix crown and red robe, there is no joy, and there is no sorrow to drink.

When Cui Xiaoxin was helped out by a group of Xitong and maids, everyone's eyes gathered.

Although I can't see Cui Xiaoxin's appearance clearly, her graceful figure and pitching temperament are still amazing and intoxicating. The sky is full of the west wind, so it is naturally worthy of being praised.

King Hui of Xifeng was ranked first in the hall. Looking at Cui Xiaoxin who was walking up slowly, he laughed and praised, "Okay. OK. The sky is bright and the moon is matched with the Song family's jade trees. It is made of heaven and earth, and the pearls are connected to each other. It makes people happy to see it."

"Thank you Your Majesty. Your Majesty Miao Pian. Tingyun and Xiaojing are still young. Your Majesty should give more precepts and teachings." Song Zhongmou hurriedly bowed to thank him. The old god was not here, he was the oldest elder of the Song clan. Of course, in terms of status, he was naturally not as good as Gu Qinglin, who served as the prime minister in the court. However, everyone knew that Gu Qinglin, the prime minister, could only be obtained by the Song clan. Although Song Zhongmou had just taken a free position in order to avoid taboos, his weight in speaking was far better than other people.

Who made him the leader of the Song clan?

"I am very happy to see such an excellent child. Why should I be scolded?" King Hui waved his hand and said, "But these children in my family are a little immature in their lives, and they still need to be disciplined and tempered."

"Your Majesty is too humble. All the princes and princesses are all among the people. How can they be young?" Others are polite to them, and Song Zhongmou also sent out a few flattering words in time.

Anyway, flattery is not money!

"Okay, it's really good." King Hui's right hand tapped his knee gently with his finger and said, "The two families of Cui and Song are married, the first family with the most powerful Tiandu and the Cui family with the second strong Tiandu are indeed a match. No matter who knows such a thing, you have to say good. I have to say good."

“—”

Song Zhongmou's smile remained unchanged, but there was a sharp light flashing in the corner of his eyes.

Everyone knows many things, and saying them out is like tearing apart with others in public - what? Can you, the puppet emperor, still struggle?

"Whether it is the Song family or the Cui family, they are all citizens of the West Wind, and they are all ministers of Your Majesty." Gu Qinglin explained from the side. "No matter how powerful the Song family and the Cui family are, it is also the grace and favor of Your Majesty. In the world, are there any king's land? They are all slaves who do things for Your Majesty."

"You are not allowed to be demoted like this. The Song family Cui is my pillar of the West Wind - Old Fairy Song is my teacher and elder. How can you say that you are a group of slaves? You are not allowed to say this in the future, I am not happy."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gu Qinglin and Song Zhongmou looked at each other and responded respectfully.

"Don't be too worried. I am very happy when Cui and Song families become in-laws. In the future, with Cui and Song families, I can stand invincible in the west wind." King Hui said with a smile.

Song Zhongmou sneered in his heart, thinking, I am afraid that the person who is the most uncomfortable to marry the Cui and Song family is you?

I had some concerns, worried that this marriage would cause a strong backlash from Chu. However, the marriage was booked by the old god and the old Duke of the Cui family. Neither of them said that the marriage would be cancelled, and there was no need for me to be unhappy in one go.

"The auspicious time has come, please watch the ceremony."

"Okay." King Hui picked up the tea cup next to him and took a sip. When he lowered his head, he had a stern and fierce look in his eyes.

Chu Ning stood beside Chu Xun, feeling uncomfortable all over his body.

Chu Xun didn't say a word, just stood there quietly, but exuded a dangerous atmosphere of gloomy fear.

This feeling was like being coveted by a king-glass cocoon in the jungle, or being followed by some evil demon. Chu Ning only felt a cold body, and before he knew it, there was fine sweat on his forehead. Sweat was also cold.

Chu Ning deliberately moved two steps to the side, but the feeling of being bound still did not relieve much.

"Imperial sister, why are you nervous?" As if he felt Chu Ning's attitude, Chu Xun took the initiative to speak out. "Are you still afraid that I will eat you?"

"Brother, I'm not afraid? I just feel depressed and uncomfortable here." Chu Ning defended. "Maybe it's because there are too many people watching the ceremony. It makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

"It's so good. I thought the emperor girl was unwilling to stand with me because she disliked her brother as a blind man." Chu Xun said with a smile: "I had the best relationship with the emperor girl in the past. If you were so careless about me, I would feel very sad."

"How could it be? I have always cared about my brother's body." Chu Ning said with a smile.

"You said - will he come?" Chu Xun asked.

"Who? Who will come?"

"That little dragon - Li Muyang, do you think he will come?" Chu Xun asked with a strange smile on his face.

Chu Ning's heart sank suddenly, as if he was hit hard by a heavy weapon.

She tried hard to keep her face calm and her voice calm, and said with a smile: "The emperor's brother is really good at joking. Today is the Song family held the wedding. How dare that little dragon come here? There are many masters on the scene and there are old gods outside the city. Don't he want to survive?"

"But, I heard that Song Tingyun sent him an invitation in public - the woman he liked married someone else as a bride, I guess he couldn't sit idly by, right?"

"Then you have to be alive. That little dragon is so sinister and cruel, he will definitely not do such a risky thing-"

"That's not the case." Chu Xun looked confident and said in a deep voice: "Do you want us to make a bet? I will definitely come if I win."

"I bet- he won't come." Chu Ning said firmly.

Chu Xun looked in the direction where Chu Ning was. Although his eyes were dug and his empty sockets were wrapped in satin, Chu Ning felt like he had seen through his internal organs.

"It's abnormal, it's very abnormal-" Chu Ning thought irritably, "He must know something. How could he know? He is just a blind deposed prince."

A respected old man stood next to the newcomer. He was the pride of this time. He cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "Worship the heaven and earth."

Under Xi Po's guidance, Cui Xiaoxin and Song Tingyun turned around and paid a visit to the high altitude.

"Two worship the king."

Cui Xiaoxin and Song Tingyun bowed to the seat where King Hui was sitting at the same time.

Originally, there was no such etiquette, but when King Hui came in person, he would give the family enough face. Heaven, Earth, Lord, and Lord, and Lord are the third great gods behind Heaven, and should pay homage.

"Three worships of ancestors--"

The praising man shouted in a long voice.

Boom-

A loud noise suddenly came from the earth.

The stone slabs were broken and the ground fell. Even the walls of the Song family's mansion were shaking, as if they could collapse at any time. They were like the surging volcanoes erupting, or the fierce earthquakes came.

"What's this?"

Everyone fled around, screaming in surprise—

Song Gu held Song Chenxi's little hand in his hands, and kept passing the warm air in his body into his granddaughter's body to help her relieve the cold poison in her body and dissolve the cold air that wrapped around her body.

The "Great Light Art" practiced by Song Gudu is the most powerful and domineering fire energy. It should have been the nemesis of the poison of the sky cold. Perhaps God is too fond of Song, so he put all the suffering on Song Chenxi alone. The poison of the sky cold is extremely tricky, and even the "Great Light Art" cannot completely expel it.

Song Gudu could only use the "Great Light Art" to set up a small house in Song Chenxi's body, wrapping the cold air in it, preventing her from spreading to her meridians and lungs.

Most of the time, if the small house is not broken, Song Chenxi's health will not be seriously injured.

However, if the little house accidentally broke a small hole or exposed a gap, Song Chenxi's physical condition was very affected.

Unexpectedly, the cold poison in Song Chenxi's body was affected by the nameless toxin. The little house was broken, and the cold air instantly attacked her heart and lungs. Song Chenxi was originally weak, but now she was even more vulnerable. If it weren't for the peerless powerful man like Song Gudu to rescue him personally, she would have died now.

Song Gudu stubbornly fought with the cold poison that day, trying hard to drive them out of Song Chenxi's internal organs. He tried again and again, but failed again and again.

What's even more hateful is the nameless giant poison. Although it is just a small and small poisonous gas, it is as cunning as a swimming fish and does not contact Song Gudu's "The Great Light Technique".

It was extremely cold. When I sensed the heat of "The Great Light", I immediately ran away without any intention of resisting.

If Song Gudu wants to drive out the cold air and lock them up in the house, he must first remove the tiny poison gas. Because if the nameless poison is not solved, when it locks the cold air into the small house, it will soon break through the cage and release them again.

He is simply a shameless gangster.

Song Gudu has a profound cultivation level and is called a semi-immortal strongman. However, at this time, he was also embarrassed by these two gases. He desperately released the power of light in his body, making his face grow old quickly, making his eyes dim, and even the gray hair on his head began to turn white, as pure white as snow.

At this critical moment of life and death, the old butler standing next to him listened and said in a deep voice: "He is here."
Chapter completed!
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