Chapter 648 Demon Cult Leader 42
Nangong Ao strode in with Nangong De and his hands behind his back, attracting the attention of everyone in the wedding hall.
Looking at the people in the hall, most of whom were incompetent, Nangong De was secretly glad that he was not the father-in-law of this sect, otherwise these believers would go to Nangong Villa from time to time to visit and report, and he would be ecstatic just thinking about it. It is only the Tianpuppet Sect that can support these people, and there are so many of them.
If these people were in a normal environment, they would definitely be discriminated against. But now, although they are all wearing uniform cheap cloth clothes, they all have smiles on their faces. It is obvious that they are living a good life there.
Now that I think about it, the leader really cannot leave the stronghold, otherwise what will these people do? In addition, the leader is getting married today, so his son can give up now.
The wedding was about to start, and the parents of the couple were not there. As an old man in the church and the highest medicine wizard besides the leader, Puppet was asked to sit down.
But Puppet Yao was holding on to his crutches, with his body as tall as a bucket, and smiled. His hoarse voice became more pleasant to the ear: "Actually, there is someone here who is more suitable for sitting in this position than me."
There is someone more suitable, who is it?
The ones who can sit on it and accept the newcomer's worship should be the parents. If the parents are not around, then the elders will be chosen. If there are no elders, then the one with high authority will be chosen.
Everyone turned their attention to Mr. Nangong... Nangong Ao was stunned for a moment, and then many people gathered around and asked him to sit down.
Nangong Ao refused, but no believer of the Tianpuppet Sect would give up. No matter whether he knew the reason or not, as long as what Uncle Medicine Master said, it made sense. And everything the leader said is right!
No matter how much he declined, he couldn't help but a group of people pulled Nangong Ao to the chair.
Nangong De couldn't help but smile. He couldn't fall out with this group of "special people", and they respected the Nangong family so they let Mr. Nangong serve as a witness.
Sitting on the chair, Nangong Ao didn't expect that he, an upright family leader, could become the elder of the demon sect leader. He just came to attend the wedding!
When the newcomer received it, he couldn't help but feel secretly grateful to Nangong Ao, who was sitting in front of him, and Puppet Yao, who was standing next to him, and understood Uncle Yao Shi's painstaking efforts.
"Bow down to heaven and earth!" The newlyweds stood side by side, knelt on the mat, and kowtowed toward the door.
"Second worship!" The newlyweds turned around, and Xi Niang immediately moved the mat to the front. The two of them knelt down and bowed to Nangong Ao.
Some people were kowtowing to him, but Nangong Ao didn't feel elated. Instead, he was on pins and needles and could only forcefully smile at the corners of his mouth.
"Husband and wife bow to each other...the ceremony is completed~ and sent to the bridal chamber!" As soon as he finished speaking, someone broke in.
First there was a group of men in black, eight on each side, holding all kinds of strange weapons.
Then came Qin Yao, who was covered from head to toe with black cloth. Qin Yao is so miserable. It has been several days, but her skin color is still green and has not faded much.
Finally, there was Murong Qianmo, who appeared as gorgeously as a blower in a gorgeous dress. His face was indescribably beautiful, and every step he took was like the wind stepping on a lotus flower, which made many women present stare.
Sure enough, the big devil refused to give up!
As a protector, you have the responsibility to protect the leader; as a man, you should have the responsibility to protect your wife... Puppet took a step forward and asked righteously: "Palace Master Murong, I am getting married today. Thank you for coming to support me. Now that the ceremony has been completed, please move to the flowing water table outside.”
The corners of Murong Qianmo's lips were slightly raised, revealing a somewhat casual scornful smile: "It doesn't matter, it's still too late, or the wedding will be canceled. If you are serious, write a letter of divorce, otherwise your wife will become a widow immediately! As long as you are a puppet leader, This Palace Master won’t care.” At this moment, another noise came from outside: “Let me go, let me go...”
Nangong Yiyun, who was still injured and had not eaten enough meals, barged in. Although there were four disciples and Ye Hongling who blocked him, he still could not stop his determination to enter the Xitang.
"Get away!" Nangong Yiyun used his strength, knocking the four disciples and Ye Hongling to the ground, and walked in with a slight stagger.
Dressed in snow-white clothes, Nangong Yiyun, who looked a little weak, looked even more pure and pure as snow, with a bit of the arrogance of a child of aristocratic family, but as fragile as snowflakes.
As soon as he entered the auditorium, Nangong Yiyun was stunned and saw his grandfather sitting in the main seat.
Murong Qianmo stood in front of the couple, wearing black clothes with silver embroidery. His beautiful face created a monster and powerful special effect. Before she even looked at him, a pair of peach-blossom eyes glanced over at him pretending to be contemptuous, which turned out to be a look of disdain.
Xining looked at the development and covered his forehead. It was all black and white. The body owner is too anxious. In fact, wouldn't it be good to let her come back after solving this matter?
The main reason is that I have been with my senior brother every day for my whole life, but I can only watch my senior brother walking like a zombie. This is really cruel!
"Cousin!" Ye Hongling got up from the ground and hurriedly chased after him. As soon as she entered the wedding hall, she was stunned when she saw Murong Qianmo standing in front, who she suspected was a heavenly being. Who is this? Why is it so beautiful? It's so beautiful. I originally thought that my cousin was the most handsome, but I didn’t expect that there was such a beauty in the world.
It's so embarrassing, Nangong De really wants to cover his face. I told them to watch and watch, but they still came running over.
The disciples were also helpless. Nangong Yiyun was the second son of the Nangong family. No one could stop him when he started to storm off. Is it possible to knock him out? If you get knocked unconscious, you might still be punished.
"Yi Yun!" Mr. Nangong sat there calmly, his expression unchanged, his heart not beating, and a bit sternly: "What are you doing here?"
Seeing Murong Qianmo coming to Chongxi Hall made Nangong Yiyun's fevered mind calm down. It seemed that someone had arrived first.
He said to Nangong Ao: "Although my grandson is injured, how can you not let your grandson come over to congratulate you on the great day of the puppet leader's wedding?"
When Murong Qianmo came to the Xitang, he shouldn't be complicit. He couldn't be a member of a decent family and be the same as someone from a demon sect, right?
"That's right! After all, the Puppet Leader has sent people to take care of you for many days, and we have been disturbed a lot during this period. We should come here to congratulate you." Nangong Ao also scolded Nangong De: "Since Yi Yun has this intention, he should even carry him Bring it up.”
Do you understand, you couldn't beat Murong Qianmo when you were good, and now your injuries are not healed, you still want to beat him?
"Yes, father! The child was careless and didn't think well. He only cared about Yun'er's injury!" Nangong De could only bear the blame.
Nangong Ao touched his snow-white beard and stood up slowly: "Since you let me sit here and accept your worship, how can I accept this gift in vain?"
As he spoke, he walked forward. Everyone was surprised to find that every time Nangong Ao took a step, he would leave half-inch deep footprints on the ground, with the edges as neat as a knife carving.
(End of chapter)