Chapter 1633: The stunning bride

"What about me?" Turakov can't wait to step in. The huge size completely blocks Sai Li's beautiful landscape.
With that said, he also proudly posed a muscle SE.
"You?" I glanced up and down at him. The cold, this sturdy barbarian also wore a short-sleeved leather shirt with open collar, exposing the thick legs of the cow legs, and the huge chest muscles were like grinding discs. Stretching the poor clothes tightly makes people worry that as long as he cheers up, the clothes will be burst with muscles.
Below is a pair of skinny trousers with a set of steel knee pads on the knees with curved hooks. The sharp light seems to say: Hey, man, don't force me to use the top of the knee, you will die miserably.
Then, a battle skirt made of unknown animal skin was hung around the waist. At the foot were iron shoes with animal skin inlaid, and a pair of leather gloves was worn on the bare arm.
"Uncle Tulakov, are you here for the wedding or are you fighting?"
One sentence made everyone laugh.
Turakoff was annoyed: "Brother newcomer, look carefully, this is the most solemn dress of our barbarian."
I looked up and down, still didn't see that he was different from usual, the dress seemed more fierce, more wild and domineering, which is the dress to come to the wedding?
"Yes face. Face." The kind Uncle Simba reminded me.
My eyes fell on Turakov's face. Sure enough, I found a little bit different. It seems that the tattoos are not the usual ones, and there are more tattoos on them. Almost half of the face was covered, and even some patterns were stabbed on the bald head. Even if the Indian tribe savages saw this face, they might be scared to kneel.
"Tulakov, what's wrong with your face? Was it broken?" I was shocked.
In the laughter of everyone. Turakoff looked at me dumbly: "This is something I made specially for your wedding, is it interesting."
"It's too exaggerated, won't it become this flowery face forever?"
"What a face, is your kid itchy?" Tulakov's angry teeth creaked and shook his big fist at me.
"This is not a tattoo, but it can still be removed afterwards. If we have to do this every time we attend a grand banquet. Wouldn’t our barbarians be completely unrecognizable? Besides, the tattoos on our barbarians’ faces are all special. The meaning cannot be changed easily."
"It turns out that I'm sorry. I really don't understand these." I nodded suddenly, and my posture rose.
Next are the other three. Uncle Shahick is needless to say that he must have been wearing a swallowtail tuxedo dress. His sturdy and tall figure is not inferior to the barbarians. It makes people wonder if this guy has some blood of barbarians.
So, the huge figure is lined with a black and white tuxedo dress, just like... like an emperor penguin magnified dozens of times. Poof~~~
Uncle Simba and Uncle Daga don't have that kind of sorrow. They wear the same large green leaf robe, plus a kind and stable temperament. That style is like a priest who advocates nature, needless to say. This must be the idea of ​​Uncle Simba.
These friends with good ties are dressed as grandly as possible. As for other adventurers and civilians, you can’t expect too much, but you will also wear better clothes to participate.
"Little brother, you haven't talked about yourself yet. Why are you hanging out here alone, today you are the bridegroom." After greetings, Sachili hummed, pulling away Turakov who was in front of her.
"Adult Rafael arranged it, I have nothing to do." I shrugged.
"Thanks to that, Raphael, if he is serious, there is really no room for others to intervene." Sa Qili knows the capabilities of the old opponent very well and nodded in agreement.
"So, just come out and breathe, and take a look at what Rafael has arranged."
"Okay, anyway, we are idle now, so we will go around with the younger brother to see if the guy Raphael is carrying the younger brother, what small action." Sa Qili decided to take a look at the four people behind him. .
Everyone even put on the clothes for the wedding. Naturally, there is no other thing to do. Even if I haven’t met me, I have nothing to do with random shopping, or get together with other adventurers to brag and chat, and want to sit in the bar. No, because all bars are closed today.
It wasn’t Raphael’s overbearing, forcing the bar not to open, but the wine cellar of the entire camp. All the wine that could be opened was almost scrapped by her, bought with private money, and no one wanted to go to the bar. After drinking alcohol, running to the wedding was very disrespectful, so the bar owner simply took his leave.
One person walking around idly turned into six people walking around idly, whether it’s an adventurer’s market or a grocery store, because the wedding was deserted a lot, on the contrary, there were a lot more people on the street, almost a bit inaccessible The feeling is that everyone, like me, is looking at the crystal lights dotted on the street houses in novelty, lamenting the generosity of the princesses of all ethnic groups.
Even the six of us ran to the underground farm and found that it was completely decorated and the ceiling of the cave was also covered with crystal lights. It is said that if it was not the farmers who stopped, Raphael wanted to hang it on the vegetable ridge. crystal Light.
Since then, we have a little more understanding of Raphael's boring state.
Seeing that the time had come in the afternoon, I said goodbye to the four people and walked towards the last goal of this hangout journey.
That shabby little hotel, my fool little sister.
"Biansha, are you ready?" I asked aloud as I jumped in from the attic window.
What greeted us was the smiling face of the leg hair fairy.
"All ready, I was hungry from yesterday to now."
"..."
It is absolutely necessary to keep a distance from this old man at the wedding banquet, and let others know that I know him.
"Senior brother, Biansha is also ready." A cool black Biansha. Walking out of the shadows, he still holds a honey jar.
I said...
"Old man, can't you change some clothes for Beansha?" I stared at the hair fairy.
"But... I think this is the most suitable for Beansha, there is no need to change anything else?"
That's what it says...I can't think of any dress that can be better than what Biansha wears now, but it falls into the mouth of the fairy fairy. It always felt like he was just in trouble.
After thinking about it, I took out a thick white priest robe with animal down.
Beansha's dress is too cool, and she still has a small waist, almost the same as Tulakov. It's cold, maybe it's going to snow, how can you make the petite and weak Beiansha wear such a small amount of clothes to the banquet?
"Beansha, take off your cloak and put on this robe to see." I said to her.
"Ah, that's my cloak!!!" The necklace flashed white. The little ghost appeared gorgeously, staring at me in protest.
This little virgin is extremely vigilant. In addition to me and Velas, I will never allow anyone else to come near. Or something touching her.
"The compassionate, broad-minded, sacred Lady of the Holy Light, look, your people are wearing such a little clothes in the cold weather. Don't you feel it?"
I brought Bean Salad over, wiped her tears, and touched her head. A look of sorrow and helplessness is like a father and daughter living on the street.
However, at this moment, Biansha made an unexpected move.
She stared blankly at the suddenly appearing little ghost, and suddenly stepped forward to hug her.
"Ah... ah. What the are you doing!!"
The little ghost struggled hard. But helpless, although she is half a head taller than Biansha, but Biansha's strength... even I have to shudder, not to mention the little ghost.
what happened?
Seeing this scene, my eyes almost protruded.
Almost like the little ghost, Beiansha, who repels other people, will actively approach and hug the little ghost. Is this a so-called kindness?
Seeing that the little ghost had angered white light blooming, to use all of her power, I quickly pulled Beansha back.
After appeasing the scared little ghost, I turned around.
"What's the matter? Biansha, do you like Alice?" I asked softly, touching the head of the little sister.
"Um." Beansha nodded, her eyes falling on the little ghost far away from her.
"Her name is...Alice?"
"Yes."
"With sister Saya..."
"What?" Beansha murmured to herself, the voice was very soft, I didn't hear clearly.
"It's similar to my sister's breath... very similar." Beansha repeated.
"With your... that sister? That's what it is." I suddenly understood.
When I was playing the memory crystal with Biansha at the time, I already knew from her that there were two sisters on Biansha and one sister underneath.
Beansha told me more than once that she loved her sister the most, and learned spices with the leg hair fairy, also to make better food and give her the sister who seemed to be a little bit greedy.
It's a pity that Beiansha's tone is very tight, and I don't even know the names of her two sisters and that sister.
With the above content in mind, it is not difficult to understand why Biansha suddenly hugged the little ghost, because the breath of the little ghost is very similar to her sister, and love the house and the black, naturally also have a good impression of the little ghost.
But having said that, why does her sister resemble the little ghost? Could it be that her sister is also a pastor, or that she also has a lonely and awkward personality, even more...ghost?
Bah, bah, look at my mouth, curse what others do for no reason, but that is Biansha's most beloved sister.
Beiansha likes little ghosts, but it doesn't mean that little ghosts like Beansha. After noticing the other person's eyes, little ghosts stared at Beansha alertly, snorted, and hid inside my necklace.
"It's not difficult to have a good relationship with Alice. Take it slowly." I felt the head of Beansha, who was feeling lost, and hoped that the two would get along well.
"It's okay." Beansha cheered up and clenched her fist hard.
"In order to have a good relationship with my sister. In order to let her respond to my words, I spent thousands of years, and now this level is completely irrelevant."
"Hahaha, just fine." I laughed. I didn’t expect my little sister to brag occasionally. For thousands of years, wouldn’t she be older than Jalandland? Hahaha~~~
"I seem to have been forgotten in the corner of the world."
At this time, the leg hair fairy stood lonely and muttered to himself. A bleak wind rolled over, blowing up his robe slightly, exposing the flowing thick leg hair.
Take the two people back, at this time, a lot of people, including some civilians, have gathered on a huge open space near the tent. And some mischievous ghosts are rushing around, the scene is already a bit lively.
The banquet enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people really got Raphael up. Not to mention, these tables and the wine and dishes to be used. It's a big problem. It's me, not to mention tens of thousands of people. Even if it's a banquet with hundreds of people, I can't direct it.
Instructed the leg hair fairy to take good care of Beansha, I went back to the tent alone.
"Little Wu. You are just back, and your clothes and preparations are ready. Give it a try." Raphael approached. Pulled me into a room.
In addition to me, Linya was actually inside.
She has already put on the dress, but it is not the white wedding dress I imagined, but a set of gorgeous white sleeveless priest robe like the wedding dress ~ EbookFREE.me ~ with a red breasted shawl on it. A silky ribbon tied a bow on the full chest.
Red satin ribbon. It can be seen everywhere on her body, chest, waist, arms, and the long, dark green hair that looks like a beautifully packed gift box.
By all means, the pastor's elegant and clean temperament, with the white robe set off, two distinct temperaments merged together, coupled with Linya's fabulous face with light makeup, making everything dim.










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