Gourd of Douluo

Chapter 630 Storms and clouds gather in Xingluo City (Part 1)

The news of the impending marriage between the Zhou family and the Holy Dragon Sect was like a depth bomb, creating a huge tsunami in the calm world of Xingluo Soul Masters.

One is the famous Zhenguo family, and the other is an established sect that is not weaker than the lower four sects. Although the two can be said to be well-matched, the meaning of this marriage is different.

Although central bureaucrats sometimes marry into local sects, they are usually collateral relatives.

The older the family, the more they value the purity of their blood. In order to keep their blood pure, they still retain the tradition of only intermarrying within the clan.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Zhou family is undoubtedly one of the representatives of traditional families. No one thought that one day they would actually break this tradition with their own hands.

Some people are happy, some are laughing at it, but that doesn't stop it from becoming the hottest topic this summer.

Even the news that it was the second anniversary of Tang Shui Group's disbandment and that they would reunite again and hold a 10th anniversary concert at the Star Luo City Spirit Arena at the end of August could not shake the number one spot on the topic list.

Wang Xiaofeng scratched his messy hair and asked, "Has the time been set?"

Dai Mubai showed the red gold invitation in his hand, "It's decided, August 10th."

Wang Xiaofeng observed carefully. They seemed to be very common materials. It is not difficult to imitate them. He thought thoughtfully: "Besides this invitation, are there any other authentication methods? Or can you just hold the invitation to enter?" field."

Dai Mubai raised his eyebrows.

What, do you still want to forge invitations and sneak in?

If no one is watching, are you ready to activate the super giant form and hack away as soon as you enter?

Dai Mubai broke out in cold sweat at the thought of a dozens of meters long water jet slashing down in a densely populated place like Xingluo City. He quickly said: "I am a super VIP. I can bring two more people with me. When the time comes, Just follow me and Zhuqing in."

Wang Xiaofeng would not have thought that Dai Mubai could make up so many things in his own mind in an instant. He nodded indifferently and said: "Okay, you can call me when the time is almost up. I will go back to the laboratory first. Most of the meat is burned." Months later, new changes finally appeared.”

Watching Wang Xiaofeng leave, Zhu Zhuqing turned around and said, "I'm still interested in experimenting. Brother Feng looks very calm."

"Calm down? It's just an appearance." Dai Mubai raised his arms, "Look, my hairs all stood up. My senses didn't detect any danger at all, but my body subconsciously produced a stress response. He was like A super volcano is about to wake up and it’s hard to tell when it will erupt.”

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at him and said, "You seem to take pleasure in your misfortune."

"I'm not, I didn't, don't accuse a good person unjustly." Dai Mubai touched the tip of his nose guiltily.

Zhu Zhuqing was furious when he saw it.

Okay, I just lied to you, I didn’t expect you to be serious.

The slender fingertips quietly touched Dai Mubai's waist, pinching the slightest bit of muscle.

Dai Mubai quickly grabbed Rou Yi who was about to cause trouble and admitted his mistake: "No, no, I was wrong."

After making several promises in succession, he reluctantly revealed the matter.

Dai Mubai casually dismissed the maids in the study, leaving only the two of them.

"During the investigation, I found that the old man was extremely concerned about this matter, so I guess that if things get serious and force the man to take action, the old man will also step in to protect Xiao Feng."

Zhu Zhuqing said angrily: "So, this is why you are gloating about misfortune?"

Dai Mubai shook his head incomprehensibly, with an expression as if a summer insect could not express its meaning.

"Don't you want to see the living legend of the last era, Mr. Zhou, who is known as the North Sword and the South Spear alongside Sword Douluo? His miraculous spear power is boasted by others?"

Dai Mubai's magnetic voice, like the whisper of a devil, aroused Zhu Zhuqing's curiosity little by little: "Aren't you curious and always like to hide the little wind? Where is the limit of your strength now?"

Although one is young, his talent and combat power are far beyond his realm. One is a living legend, and his strength has long been at the pinnacle of soul masters.

The duel between them

Okay, I can’t make it up anymore. He actually just wanted to see Wang Xiaofeng being defeated.

When he thought of Wang Xiaofeng lying on the ground miserably and saying, 'I'm sorry, I didn't let you enjoy yourself to the fullest,' Dai Mubai couldn't keep his mouth shut.

To fight the Soul King, a Titled Douluo just needs his hands, right?

Zhu Zhuqing didn't know what to be happy about, but he just felt that the poor kid was finally driven crazy by endless memorials.

Dai Mubai picked up the unfinished memorial and hummed a tone-deaf tune, "Marriage is destined by God."

boom! !

The door to the study room was pushed open rudely, and the little old man walked in angrily.

Zhou Huai'an, the head of the Zhou family, said without raising his head: "Although you are my father, you cannot break in directly without my permission."

"You didn't notify me of such a big thing. I should be happy. Do you still remember that you have a father? The old man was furious and slammed the wedding card on the table.

Unexpectedly, he had only been working as a guardian for his great-granddaughter for a few months, and he had learned such bad news just after he came back, which almost made him faint.

"I will use my veto power to annul this marriage."

"I don't want to use the patriarch's privileges."

Zhou Huaian wiped away the ink that spilled on the table, "This marriage was decided jointly by the clan elders."

"Old man, old man, what else can those losers do besides taking bribes?"

The old man laughed angrily, "Zhou Huaian, 20 years ago you forced Ningyu to abandon her cultivation and sever the father-daughter relationship with you. Now are you going to do it again?"

Zhou Huaian said expressionlessly: "I am the patriarch of the Zhou family, and I represent the interests of the entire Zhou family."

The old man blew his beard and glared: "Bah! I see that after decades of practice, you have become like a dog."

"I won't agree to this marriage anyway." The old man turned around and left.

Zhou Huaian's voice came from behind: "All the invitations have been sent out, and the wedding date is scheduled for the day Wenxiu comes back. If you don't want the Zhou family to be ridiculed by everyone in the world, it's best not to talk nonsense."

No topic can remain hot, but whenever the heat is about to pass, some so-called insider revelations will suddenly come out, such as: "The brothers of my second brother-in-law and third nephew know the servants of the Zhou family, and I heard them say that the bride, Fengguan Xiapei, is I asked the master of Xiuyunfang to customize it and it cost one million gold soul coins."

"I heard that on the day of the wedding, the Zhou Mansion will set up flowing banquets throughout the city. You can eat as much as you want without spending money."

Such news, which came from unknown sources, would appear in people's after-dinner chats from time to time, and the matter of the marriage between the two families had always been very popular.

Fans of Tang Shui Tuan are anxious and angry. The good news is: no one is competing with them for tickets.

Bad news: Not even half of the tickets have been sold, so unscrupulous tabloids are going to make up some outrageous news by then.

But no matter how much money was spent on publishing newspapers or distributing promotional materials, the popularity just didn’t rise.

It seems like there is a pair of invisible hands constantly guiding the direction of public opinion.

This weird heat lasted until August 10th.