On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, there is only one day left to get married.

The closer you get married, the more leisurely Zhuge Canglan becomes and the calmer he feels.

The entire Lingxu Island was immersed in red. Everyone who saw her would say congratulations intimately, as if they were all very happy for him. However, Zhuge Canglan could feel that few people were truly happy for her.

Perhaps just as Gu Shi Zhenjun said, in the hearts of these people, they always feel that humans and demons cannot coexist. It is possible that they were saying congratulations to her, but in their hearts, they said: Don’t be proud, wait for you to be abandoned, and see how you cry...

But this did not affect Zhuge Canglan. She only lived for herself and did not need to be entangled with other people's eyes, so she was looking forward to tomorrow's wedding.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, just as the traditional Laba Festival was held, the entire Lingxu Island woke up very early. They seemed to be more concerned about Laba Festival than preparing for her wedding.

Zhuge Canglan opened the window, and a faint fragrance of Laba porridge floated in the air. When he saw the busy people outside, an indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

These people are irrelevant. The person who is important to her will prepare a prosperous wedding for her tomorrow.

Zhuge Canglan did not doubt what Yu Tian Xuanhuang agreed to. He said that their wedding would be more spectacular than the Heavenly Lord ascend the throne, so it must be.

However, today's sky seems a little gloomy, as if it is going to be cloudy.

Zhuge Canglan was a little worried that if it was snowing, it would be all today. Never give her wedding tomorrow.

After washing and cleaning up, Zhuge Canglan went to Yunmiao Peak again.

From the second day after she returned, she would go there almost every day.

Although, I never saw the Immortal Lord...

But Zhuge Canglan still goes there every morning.

Today is the last time. When I leave Lingxu Island tomorrow, I am afraid I will never have a chance to go again...

After stepping onto Yunmiao Peak again, Zhuge Canglan did not go outside the Immortal Lord's Gate immediately, but slowly turned around. This may be the last time she came. She wanted to review the days she had lived here for the last time.

The scenery of Yunmiao Peak has not changed at all from before, and even the half-old futon in Taichung in the water center has not moved!

Golden lotus on the water surface are spread one by one on the water surface, but this time, there are not many blooming, and most of them will not bloom...

Zhuge Canglan woke up the little flower spirit in a golden lotus: "Has the Immortal Lord come out today?"

The little flower spirit lay on the flower heart, lacking interest, and said listlessly: "No... I haven't seen the Immortal Lord for a long time. Oh... I can't see the Immortal Lord, so I don't have the strength..."

Zhuge Canglan frowned slightly. She had never seen the Immortal Lord before, and she could not feel him with her cultivation. She even felt that perhaps... the Immortal Lord had left here.

However, Zhuge Canglan knew that the Immortal Lord would not leave Lingxu Island...

She came to the door of the Immortal Lord, stood for a while, and said, "Master... I'm here to disturb you from practicing cultivation again."

She paused and said, "Master, the disciple is going to get married, tomorrow..."
Chapter completed!