Qin Ming felt a strong sense of unease, having not yet left the Fourth Forbidden Land, he encountered people from the First Forbidden Zone again; it was definitely one wave after another.
Wu Yaizu shouted: "Whether it's the First or Fourth, they are both Forbidden Lands, our own people, marry my Brother Ming, be sure to treat him well, don't make it difficult for him."
Qin Ming looked at him with "bitterness", is this brother truly straightforward or a bit of a pit?
With a thud, he fell into the red sedan chair, and the slender white hand withdrew.
Wu Yaizu crawled up from the land steaming with eerie energy; should he flee on his own or wait for Brother Qin? He looked ahead.
This massive marriage procession stretched endlessly, dense and vast, it sure was overwhelmingly grand.
"Is this the First Forbidden Zone's style? It's not a let down for my Brother Ming!" Wu Yaizu muttered.
