The Seventh Miss, Di

Ye Liuli lowered her head to look at her fiery red wedding dress, then glanced at the ancient and elegant buildings around her. For the first time in her life, she had a suicidal urge, "Transmigrating... could it be transmigration Damn it, I'm a staunch materialist and a successor of socialism! So many people want to transmigrate, don't let me transmigrate!",If I'm not mistaken, the spray-like marks are because the xi niang (traditional Chinese wedding matchmaker) was struck by a palm and sent flying.,One could see a man in a black satin robe lying on the ground. Although he was disheveled, one had to admit that the man had an excellent physique.。