The blood-stained long dress flew in the air, smoke drifted towards the blue sky, and the booming sound of artillery startled the white doves in the birdhouse beside.
These white doves were originally prepared for the wedding.
After the groom and bride completed the wedding ceremony, the groom would hold the bride's hand and walk out of the hall.
At that moment, fireworks would go off, and people would release the pure white doves to bless their wedding.
However, now.
The startled white doves flapped their wings and flew away.
Under the brilliant and bright sun, pure white feathers, fierce artillery fire, and flying sparks intertwined with each other.
The man stretched out his strong and sturdy arm, encircling Lu Xiaoyou's slim waist, and the two landed steadily on the ground.
Lu Xiaoyou, wearing 8 cm high heels, still walked as if on flat ground.
She and Long Xiliang rushed together towards the direction of Qiwu Mountain.
