The Seventh Miss, Di

Just as Ye Liuli was about to remove the red silk veil, a cacophony of voices rose up along with the sound of wooden barrels rolling. The matchmaker was just about to utter some auspicious words in exchange for rewards, having barely uttered the word "Congratulations," when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The matchmaker fell silent, never to speak again.,Isn't he going to run away The disabled bastard deserves to have his skin peeled off and made into a drum.,Sun Dazhu swallowed hard, and Gu Lanxi only then realized something was wrong. She pushed Sun Dazhu and the others out, and she herself turned her head to avoid looking directly at him.。