It’s all Shura field!

When the two were being affectionate with each other, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"What's the matter?"

Zhuo Yuan's tone was somewhat unfriendly and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Chief, everything has been arranged. The priest wants you to go and take a look at the scene!"

The guard who was scolded in a low voice was not angry. Instead, he covered his mouth and laughed secretly.

Ever since their cold-faced clan leader met the clan leader's wife, he has become increasingly unable to control himself and would run here whenever he has time.

But other beautiful women in the clan were envious. If Song Qingbai's looks were not unmatched, she would have gotten into a lot of trouble.

"I understand, please step back first!"

Hearing Zhuo Yuan's voice, the guards retreated quietly.

"Yuanyuan, don't stay in my room in broad daylight. They will laugh at you."

Song Qingbai lay on Zhuo Yuan's body and muttered.

"Bai'er, we are getting married tomorrow, what are you afraid of? Besides, I am the clan leader, who dares to gossip about me?"

"Okay, okay, my Yuanyuan is the clan leader and the most powerful. Let's go and take a look at the wedding banquet tomorrow."

Song Qingbai had a faint smile on his face, which made Zhuo Yuan even happier, and he couldn't help but pounce on him again.

After a while, Zhuo Yuan reluctantly stood up.

"Look at how wrinkled my clothes are..."

Song Qingbai was being led by him and also stood up. He couldn't help but frowned when he saw the wrinkles on his clothes.

"Bai Er, look..."

Zhuo Yuan's voice was doting, and with a wave of his hand he had already used magic to restore the wrinkled clothes to their original state.

Song Qingbai raised the corner of his mouth slightly without saying a word, and walked out with Zhuo Yuan.

As soon as we walked out of the tree house, we were greeted with cheers, and even the children who were playing knelt down respectfully to salute.

"Meet the Patriarch and the Patriarch's Wife."

Zhuo Yuan put his arm around Song Qingbai's waist and looked at the tribesmen under the tree with majesty.

Song Qingbai looked around and saw the scenery here, and suddenly a feeling of sadness arose in his heart.

It turns out that the Flame Dragon Clan, which had not been burned by the Five Elements Sect, was so prosperous and beautiful.

"Ma'am, do you still like it?"

Seeing Song Qingbai distracted, Zhuo Yuan asked gently.

"Yuanyuan, all the tribesmen are here, why haven't we seen the dragon beast?"

Song Qingbai regained his composure, stepped back a few steps, and looked at Zhuo Yuan and asked.

"Dragon beast? What is a dragon beast? How come I have never heard of it? Bai'er, what's wrong with you? Why are you so far away from me all of a sudden?"

Watching Song Qingbai walk a few steps away from him, Zhuo Yuan's expression changed slightly.

"What? The dragon beast isn't the guardian beast of your Flame Dragon Clan? Then where's the Fenghua Sword?"

Song Qingbai was slightly surprised, and quickly asked about the Fenghua Sword.

"Bai Er, what are you talking about? I really don't understand. Come with me and go down quickly!

Look, the tribesmen are looking at us with full expectations!

From tomorrow on, you will be the wife of the chief of our Yanlong tribe. You will be second to none and above ten thousand people. What a glorious life."

Zhuo Yuan said with a smile, and was about to extend his hand to greet her.

"Yuanyuan, you...let me go..."

Song Qingbai was in a panic when Zhuo Yuan held his hand. He realized something was wrong around him and spoke quickly.

She doesn't care about being second to none. When the Demon Palace is wreaking havoc, she has to take out the magic sword.

Ah! My head... My head hurts. As soon as Song Qingbai thought about the Fenghua Sword and other things, his head started to hurt badly.

"Bai Er, what happened to you?"

Zhuo Yuan's eyes were full of worry, and his tone was unnaturally soft as he saw Song Qingbai's forehead sweating from the pain.

"You...you are the Fenghua Sword, right? Do you want to use my ambition to trap me?"

Song Qingbai endured the pain and pushed away Zhuo Yuan who was about to come to help her.

"Bai'er? Madam?

Why are you suddenly treating me like this? Look at the tribesmen below, they are all looking at us strangely.

Be good and come here quickly. After we get married tomorrow, you will really be the wife of the Flame Dragon Clan’s chief.

Madam, I don’t think you know yet that becoming the patriarch’s wife will give you divine power, and you will be able to live forever with me.”

Zhuo Yuan looked at her tenderly and tried to persuade her slowly.

“Haha, if it were someone else, they would probably stay with you.

But I, Song Qingbai, do not ask for eternal life, but only want to live well every day.

In addition, the Flame Dragon Clan has suffered severe persecution from the Five Elements Sect.

If you... are really the guardian sword of the Flame Dragon Clan, why are you trying to stop me from saving the dragon beast?"

Song Qingbai cast a spell to use his spiritual power to temporarily relieve the pain, and said to the person standing in front of him.

"Bai Er, what are you saying? I don't understand.

Aren't my people all fine? Are you regretting this?

Don't want to marry me? Or is there some other problem? I will correct it as long as you tell me, okay?"

Zhuo Yuan’s face turned pale, as if he was about to be abandoned by Song Qingbai.

The tribesmen who were originally cheering, when they saw Song Qingbai's abnormality, all lowered their heads and talked silently.

"Madam, don't be angry..."

"Bai Er, are you feeling unwell? Shall we go back to the house first? There are many people watching us here!"

Zhuo Yuan coaxed gently, and wanted to come forward very considerately.

"Don't come over here. Tell me what you want in exchange for letting me go."

Song Qingbai growled. She found that the more she resisted, the more her head hurt.

The surroundings gradually became quiet. Song Qingbai looked at everything in front of him, and his heart was in turmoil.

“No matter how you persuade me, Fenghua Sword, I will not listen to you… You want to trap me in this beautiful dream, but a beautiful dream is just a beautiful dream after all.

Life is a mixture of joy and sorrow, how could I not understand that? "

"Bai'er, we love each other, why don't we stay here? As for the outside world, what does it have to do with you and me?"

Zhuo Yuan showed a hint of sadness on his face, and his tone became a little decadent.

"Fenghua Divine Sword, you are originally a divine sword, and you have the mission to protect all living beings, but you stay in a corner.

There are only a few people from the Flame Dragon Clan guarding this place, but so many innocent people have died tragically in the entire Shenwu Continent.

Are you really so heartless that you can just watch someone die without helping him?"

Song Qingbai's expression turned more serious, he let out a breath, and continued.

By now she had understood that this illusion was using love, power, and eternal peace to tempt her to stay.

"Bai'er, I think you are tired. Come on, I'll help you go back and rest."

Zhuo Yuan didn't explain any more. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed Song Qingbai's arm, and was about to take her into the house.

"It seems that you won't believe me no matter what I say. In this case, I can only offend you."

Song Qingbai's eyes narrowed, and he quickly turned around, breaking free from Zhuo Yuan's shackles, then summoned out a peach wood sword and was about to chop it down.

"Bai Er, you are no match for me. If you don't want to be in danger of your life, just follow me into the house!"

Zhuo Yuan, who originally had a look of disappointment on his face, showed a look of disdain when he saw Song Qingbai using the peach wood sword.

"Heh... let me see your power..."

Song Qingbai's face became paler and paler, but he showed no sign of giving up.