i object to this marriage

105

I grabbed Si Mingjun, gritted my teeth for a long time, threw away my face, and said: "Si Mingjun, I want to exchange lottery with you!"

Si Mingjun paused his hand shaking the fan, and laughed loudly: "I think it's something that makes you blush, isn't it just a change of lottery, take it and take it."

Si Mingjun generously put his bamboo stick in my hand, and my heart was complicated—ever since Ling Zhao smashed Si Mingjun's divine chariot at the Nantian Gate and pressed him to the ground with coercion, he has been a little bit Afraid of Ling Zhao.

I couldn't resist the condemnation of my conscience, and finally reminded: "Don't you need to think about it, Mr. Si Ming, my lottery is very likely to be Mr. Qilin."

"How do you know?" Si Mingjun was surprised.

It is such a painful realization to be full of bitterness and hatred without saying anything!

I told him confidently, "I just know."

Mr. Si Ming hesitated for a while when he saw that I was speaking with certainty, and my heart shrank along with his frowning.

106

After a while, Lord Si Ming frowned and said with a smile, "If Lord Qilin is really drawn, the future assessments will definitely go smoothly, and it will be a beautiful thing."

My heart was relieved, and I was moved to exchange bamboo sticks with Mr. Si Ming. I couldn't help feeling grateful, and hugged him firmly: "Thank you, brother Ming!"

"It's a trivial matter. When I was young, I went to the Hundred Flowers Realm with my uncle and played games with you. At that time, you played the role of princess and I played the role of son-in-law... Hiss—" Si Mingjun suddenly trembled: "Why... Something stabbed me in the back?"

Si Mingjun grabbed his clothes and pulled them forward. I pressed his hand and moved his hands away. I found a small hole in the clothes that had been burnt just below his left shoulder. The silver satin silk clothes Withered and yellow.

It is fire.

107

I looked at Ling Zhao immediately, but Ling Zhao stood with his arms folded, not to mention setting fire to Mr. Siming, he didn't even open his eyes.

What's more, among the 180 immortals in this hall, there are at least thirty or forty immortals who can use fire. Ling Zhao is far away from us and has no time to make a move.

"Which immortal should be careless." I said.

Si Mingjun covered half of his face with a feather fan, only showing his eyes, tremblingly said: "Why do I feel cold?"

I just exchanged bamboo sticks with Mr. Si Ming, and at this time I volunteered, stepped forward, and blocked Mr. Si Ming.

108

After the last fairy had drawn lots, the cardinal priest lifted his cane with both hands, and stomped heavily on the ground.

"Out!"

"32, who is 32?"

"Yeyou-jun! That's great, I'm on your team!"

"Ah... Feng Yue-jun, what can the two of us do..."

Amidst the chaotic voices, Zhao Yujun in green robe walked around the crowd and walked towards me.

Zhao Yujun is famous for his handsome face, gentle temperament, and his divine power can turn clouds and rain. If he is drawn, other combinations of immortals and monarchs may not be our opponents.

Zhao Yujun stopped in front of me, smiled at me, and spread out his bamboo stick in front of me, with "28" written on it, Si Mingjun jumped up from my side, and shouted: "It's me!! !"

109

I watched Mr. Si Ming and Mr. Zhao Yu hook up shoulder to shoulder, knowing that regrets would be useless, I took out the bamboo stick in my hand and prepared to find my partner.

Si Mingjun pulled out my lottery and raised his voice to ask, "Who is '83'?"

He asked several times in a row, but no one responded, causing people around him to also ask. Finally, all the immortals fell silent and looked at Ling Zhao in unison.

Ling Zhao picked up the bamboo stick between two fingers and took a look. The "83" written with a red cinnabar pen was shocking.

Buzzing discussions spread rapidly.

The bamboo stick fell into the palm of his hand, and he clenched his hand into a fist. There was a crackling sound, and finally a fire ignited in his hand, burning the bamboo stick to ashes.

Ling Zhao didn't even look at me, just stood there, the soaring heat forced all the immortals around him back.

110

I want to die.