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This demon is not her cup of tea

  This demon is not her cup of tea.

  As soon as Xia Ran and Qing Yi left, a little demon rushed into Qing Yi's room. Some smashed things, some threw things, and the originally joyful room was turned upside down.

  Hearing the sound of footsteps behind her, Qing Yi's strong facade finally collapsed at this moment, and row after row of tears flowed down her cheeks, dripping onto the back of her hand.

  Xia Yan's eyes fell on Qing Yi's hand, and he noticed the sparkling ** on her wrist. He suddenly understood. She had been pretending to be strong for so long, she must be tired too.

  Xia Ranran also couldn't say a few comforting words.

  They walked out of the Fox tribe's territory and came to the cliff edge where the Fox tribe and Wolf tribe intersect. The wolf king's welcoming team was already waiting there.

  "Xian Xian, give this to Lan Er." Qing Yi pulled out a letter from her sleeve and handed it to Xia Xian Xian. "Help me tell Lan Er that she will always be my good sister." Her voice was clearly choked with emotion.

  On this joyful day, she should be hoping that Lan You can come!

  It's just...

  Xia Yan turned her head and looked back, but there was no one in sight.

  It seems she is the only guest at Qing's wedding. That scoundrel Mo Ruyan didn't even show up. She had been pining for him for so long... Despicable fox.

  "Alright, I'll give it to her." Xia Ran carefully put away the letter and then sent Qing Yi into the flower sedan chair.

  Afterwards, she sat in the flower sedan chair behind Qing Yi. Went to the Wolf Clan with Qing Yi. Not to mention, the Wolf King was quite considerate and had also prepared a flower sedan chair for her.

  After they all sat down, several wolf demons lifted two flower palanquins and flew to the opposite side of the cliff. The whole view was red, as if a bridge had been erected between the cliffs.

  However, after passing this cliff, Qing Yi really couldn't return to the Fox Clan anymore.

  The blink of an eye, Xia Yan had arrived at the Wolf Clan from the Fox Clan.

  She descended from the flower sedan chair, and what caught her eye was a bewitching red color.

  He was originally a face with an evil aura, but now he's even more demonic in his bright red wedding attire. He usually loves wearing red, so this red wedding outfit seems to be tailor-made for him. It couldn't be more fitting.

  Her red lips curved slightly, enchantingly alluring. "How can Mo Ruyan bear to let you come to the Wolf Tribe? He's not afraid, are you going to be held hostage by me again?"

  The word "put" he used made Xia Ran extremely dissatisfied.

  She is not an animal, how can you use this word...?!

  She glared at him fiercely, and Xia Ranran bypassed him to go to the front sedan chair to pick up Qing Yi. Since the Beast Banquet, Xia Ranran had no good feelings towards him anymore. This demon, wasn't her type...

  The Wolf King lost interest and laughed it off, turning around and entering the grand hall.

  As expected, the only ones in the grand hall were the wolf tribe's wolf demons. The originally spacious grand hall was now even more desolate. What shocked Xia Ranran was that except for the Wolf King and Qing Yi, who were both wearing bright red wedding attire, there was nothing else in the hall that showed any signs of joy.

  It's exactly the same as last time... Isn't this a bit too irregular?

  Qing Yi didn't care about these things, her eyes only had the extraordinary man in the center of the main hall. Through a layer of veil, Qing Yi looked at that red figure, her lips pursed into a line. It's great, finally going to marry him.

  Xia Yan supported Qing Yi as they walked up to the Wolf King, glared at him, and reluctantly handed Qing Yi's hand over to his.

  Qing Yi married him, will she really be happy?

  The moment the Wolf King took Qing Yi's hand, her small face flushed again.

  His hands, so warm, so big...

  But in the next instant, he quietly withdrew his hand and put it behind his back...

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