first marriage in the world

Ding Qiao, who just thought he was too tired and fell asleep, opened his eyes leisurely. His whole body was tired and sore, and his throat seemed to be a little dry. Just now he had a strange dream lying on his desk, and that dream was worse than any he had ever had before. A dream must be real and terrifying. He remembered that his neck seemed to be tightly bound by something before he passed out completely, and he seemed to have some trouble breathing. He suspected that this might be a problem with his sleeping position.

Before falling asleep and waking up, Ding Qiao is used to thinking first, so that he really wakes up before opening his eyes.However, today did not seem to be as optimistic as he expected, because when he was thinking about the dream he had just now, cold water was suddenly poured on his face.

Ding Qiao immediately sat up and raised his head, wiped the water off his face, opened his eyes and said angrily, "Who is so unkind and poured water on me?"

Ding Qiao felt that this voice was immature and unfamiliar, but he was sure that it was indeed coming from his own throat.However, he only slept for a while, but then his voice changed, and then he looked in front of him, who was the group of people in front of him!

Ding Qiao, who just woke up, was instantly confused, whether he was still dreaming.

Now Ding Qiao's voice has not yet reached the stage of voice change, male and female are indistinguishable, even he himself does not know whether his current cosplayer is Zhengtai or Lolita, did you tell him what is going on now? Could it be that he traveled to the same time as in a novel? In your own game?Look at the ancient costumes in front of you, then turn your head, hey?Why is someone wearing a suit again? What the hell is going on.

When Ding Qiao widened his eyes and showed his curious and ignorant expression, Han Meimei, the Right Protector of the Demon Sect in front of him, and other dignitaries in the Sect were also sizing him up.He has a mushroom head that is half-length but not short, and his delicate little face has not yet fully grown, so it is hard to see how it will grow. He can visually judge that his height is only about 1.4 meters when he is lying on the bench.

The conclusion is that Ding Qiao realizes that he is now a short man. Not only does he think so, even the man sitting on the top seat who still wears a mask scoffs at his height. He is really too short. In front of someone, a short man is equal to Ugly, ugly, idiot, idiot is trash, trash is scum.

Ding Qiao, who really didn't want to continue to be watched like a thousand-year-old monkey, moved his mouth: "Who are you?"

His voice was still immature and delicate, which made Ding Qiao feel as if he wanted to hit the wall.

Could this be his retribution for always using Lolita as a shemale to deceive men when he was playing his own game?But he didn't do anything, he didn't even cheat his feelings. Of course, he didn't lack money, let alone cheat money.

This kind of evil opening question really hurts the egg. Thinking of the serious question of whether there is a egg, he almost reached into his crotch to feel it. Unfortunately, as soon as he raised his hand, other people around him began to put up defenses , the look is different from before, they are much more serious now, the same thing is, they are still staring at Ding Qiao with probing eyes.

The more they looked at Ding Qiao, the more nervous he became. He told himself to be calm, calm down, don't be nervous, don't be nervous, you're just dreaming, really just dreaming.

As the most loyal right protector and the only woman in front of Ding Qiao, Han Meimei, Miss Han gave him a quack salute: "Little knight, we are members of the Demon Cult. I don't know why you fell from a high place. Is there a reason?"

Ding Qiao didn't delve into her respectful actions, thinking that the people in the dream treated the guests here, but why did they call him a little knight? He is not a martial artist!

Regarding the question Han Meimei asked Ding Qiao, how did Ding Qiao know that he fell from the sky? Naturally, he didn't know if he hit someone. Another question is, who splashed water on his face just now, and his collar was very wet, which made him very uncomfortable. , sticky and greasy.

In addition, from the problem of the collar, he realized a problem. If he dreamed, why his thinking is so clear and his senses are very sensitive, there must be a problem.

Ding Qiao shook his head at Han Meimei: "I don't know, um, what is the Demon Cult? Why are you dressed like this..." He pointed to the few people around him.

The Demon Cult wouldn't be the Demon Cult in the martial arts world he imagined, right?Does such a thing really exist, does it really exist?

Han Meimei touched his head: "Little chivalrous man, these are our normal clothes. Because of the special situation we teach, we have always maintained a fine tradition."

Ding Qiao nodded half understanding, and when he wanted to continue asking, he heard a cold male voice not far away: "Bring him here."

The commanding tone made Ding Qiao extremely uncomfortable. Thinking that he works in a game company, the atmosphere inside is relaxed and relaxed. How can there be such a clear hierarchy like now? Well, there is also a commanding tone. What is going on here?

Also, his short legs and hands are really uncomfortable. Is he getting smaller?With or without a mirror, with or without a mirror, he doesn't know what his shrunken image looks like.

Han Meimei, who was polite and modest to Ding Qiao just now, immediately picked up Ding Qiao when she heard the leader's cold voice of falling ice slag, and sent him to the leader before Ding Qiao could react.

Ding Qiao, who was thrown on the ground like someone threw a sack, secretly remembered the appearance of Han Meimei who threw him just now. The long-legged and long-armed sister Yu has a serious and beautiful face, but unfortunately there is a not so obvious red on the left cheek. The scars covered her original beautiful face.

But why did this beautiful girl throw him on the ground!

As soon as he looked up, he saw the expressionless mask approaching him. Ding Qiao gasped in fright, but the other party didn't allow him to escape, pinched his chin with his slender white fingers and said in a contemptuous tone: "It's ugly."

Ding Qiao, whose jaw was about to be crushed, slapped the man's hand vigorously: "Let go of me, it hurts to death, it's not my fault that I'm ugly, it's better than you having no face to see people!"

All the elders of the Devil's Cult who sat down with curiosity began to whisper to each other, saying that they didn't care about the situation here, they didn't care, they really didn't care, the leader must not catch them peeking out of the corner of their eye.

When Ding Qiao said that disrespectful sentence, everyone looked at him with sympathy. As for him, he didn't know why his back was getting cold, but he could feel the hand pinching his chin getting harder, and then, The power suddenly disappeared.

The masked man standing in front of him picked up his collar and said coldly: "Oh? Damn shorty, you will stay here for me from today on."

Ding Qiao shrank his neck, blinked his eyes, it was really uncomfortable to be carried like a chicken, why do people here like to carry people!

In view of the masquerade of a certain masked man, Ding Qiao cursed in his heart: You are a dwarf, and your whole family is a dwarf.

Ding Qiao hates people saying that he is a dwarf the most. He is not tall, so why not, why not allow others to be at a low altitude? If there is no low altitude, how can there be a high altitude, bastard!

Wait a minute, calm down first, what Gao Gao said, Ding Qiao raised his head: "Why should I stay here?"

Left Guardian Li Lei saw Ding Qiao raised his head and thought he was going to do something, the sword at his waist was pulled out two centimeters, if he made any moves, he could cut him at any time.

Ding Qiao thinks this world is so scary, his dreams are so scary, they are all a group of soulless souls, when will they wake up?

Then, Ding Qiao closed his eyes, and then he opened his eyes again, in front of him was the masked man holding his collar.

What is the situation? Who will explain to him why his situation has suddenly become so bleak.

The masked man suddenly threw Ding Qiao on the ground, and the latter kissed the ground heavily on his ass, ouch, it hurt him to death!

The man in the mask waved his long hand, and the white cloak with the hem of the gold trim covered his thighs. He said, "Li Lei, tell him clearly."

After receiving the order, Li Lei, the guardian of the left, took out a contract paper that he had already prepared and said concisely: "This little knight, in view of the fact that you successfully got close to the leader of the Demon Sect in the No. 14 Martial Arts Recruitment Contest , won this competition and the title of the leader's wife, from today onwards, you are my teacher's wife, if you have no doubts, please sign your name in the lower right corner."

Ding Qiao, who hadn't figured out all the problems, was at a loss when faced with the contract in front of him. He said to Han Meimei, the royal sister who he knew best here: "Sister, tell me this is not true? I am here dream."

Han Meimei squatted in front of him and patted his head: "You are not dreaming, after signing this piece of paper, you will be the leader's wife."

Ding Qiao blinked: "Who can prove that I am awake now, not in my own dream mirror, this is too weird."

The masked leader sitting in the first seat heard that it was a strange thing to be his wife, so he tore off the sword with the scabbard tied around Li Lei's waist with lightning speed, and held the sword with the tail of the scabbard. Sweeping directly at Ding Qiao's delicate face.

Snapped!

"Ouch!"

The masked man said coldly, "Does it hurt?"

Ding Qiao stared at him aggrievedly and nodded. What's the matter with this feeling of daring to be angry but afraid to speak? Your sister, it hurts so much...

The masked man pointed to the contract paper in front of him with his scabbard: "Signed."

Ding Qiao shook his head: "No sign."

Snapped!

Again, the masked man slapped the scabbard to the other side of his face.

This time, Ding Qiao rolled his eyes and was about to fall to the ground, but right protector Han Meimei immediately hugged him, sniffing his breath.

She said to everyone: "Not dead yet, just fainted."

The mask leader snorted coldly: "Let him sign it."

The left guardian should be expressionless, and then took out a small instrument from his pocket, grabbed Ding Qiao's thumb and pressed it on the screen. Joe pressed his finger on it, and then pressed hard on the bottom right of the contract, and the signing ceremony ended.

Ding Qiao, who had passed out, didn't even know that he had signed the contract of selling himself, don't ask if it was legal, because this is the Devil's Cult.

Well, in this way, they finally have a complete leader's wife.

After finishing the overlord signing ceremony, Zuo Hufa Li Lei handed over the contract to the leader, who was as rigorous as the law, and the leader looked at it and nodded to put the contract away.

There is no doubt that Li Lei's undergraduate major was national law, and his postgraduate major was international law.

Well, the overall level of knowledge and culture of the Devil's Cult is still very high.

The masked man looked coldly at the little face that was flushed by himself, and said, "Take the dwarf down."

If the dwarf Ding Qiao heard it, he would definitely say: You are only a dwarf, and your whole family is a dwarf!