I'm such an old god, so sorry

What surprised Xiude was that the dark angel kings actually came out of the Crimson Throne, and their current image.

The hanging people soaked in the nutrient solution were filled with cans. Through the glass, only the turquoise liquid and a group of outlines could be seen through the glass, and the others could no longer be distinguished.

But it’s not surprising to think about it. The lifespan of the kings has already exceeded the theoretical limit of the dark angels. If you don’t use life-renewing methods, you can’t support it at all. Moreover, it is more conducive to decision-making when you abandon other functions of the body and only keep your brain. .

Sweeping the eyes of King Saw Lie a little, Xiude stopped paying attention and waited quietly for Fatisina.

The melodious hymn failed to divert the expectation of cultivating morality, and a waiting period of at most twenty minutes was actually like a year.

When Fatisina's figure appeared in Xiude's vision from crossing the stream, everything seemed to stagnate.

The dark angel girl put on the wedding gown. Xiude knows many kinds of wedding gowns and has seen all kinds of wedding dresses, but now he can say that all the so-called beautiful wedding dresses are just shit compared to the dark angels. !

The black wedding dress on the tight waist wraps the upper body and arms. It is neither shoulderless nor backless, let alone low-cut, but it is so tightly covered but because the hollowed-out complex yarn pattern looks mysterious and charming .

Below the waist is a fluffy long skirt, and the purple-black skirt is still with Herram’s unique delicate and pathological patterns and decorations. The red magic pattern seems to be alive, and it glows slightly with the breath. Every step Tisina took, it was like a flame in full bloom dragging.

The silver hair is no longer tied into a ponytail with crimson crystal stones. Today, Fatisina completely untied her long hair and tied four pigtails on her temples. The rest is scattered behind her like a waterfall, crimson double She wore a silver crown under her forehead, and underneath was a delicate and lovely face.

I don’t know if it’s because of the makeup. I have seen the face many times, but at this time, Xiude is particularly fascinated.Fair skin, pretty facial features, magnificent red eyes, thin eyebrows that look like a touch of silver cream, and...Fatisina's usual inorganic expression, which is different from the first time I saw Fatisina At this time, the girl's eyes were slightly misty, and there was no sense of indifference that was a thousand miles away.

That kind of ruthless feeling like a machine.

"Xiu De..."

With a soft call, Shudra returned to reality. The latter looked at the pretty face close at hand, and realized that he had been distracted for too long.

"Fatisina..."

Xiude replied subconsciously, and then felt at a loss. Fortunately, he didn't have to remember the wedding steps. The king stepped forward and presided over:

[Prince, please bless...]

[Under the sky, the people of Hram signed a blood oath to multiply the branches and leaves of heaven...]

[Please share the feathers, from now on, you and the others are husband and wife]

Unlike the cumbersome pre-marriage preparations and costumes, Hram's wedding process is very brief. The kings only said a few words and jumped to the key ceremony.

In fact, the whole wedding is for this ceremony.

Xiude watched as Fatisina opened the small box that she had been holding in her arms. Inside were pieces of shimmering metal steel wings.

This is the wing that Fatisina once folded and melted into the wings of dawn, the most important part of every dark angel.

"Xiu De, hold my hand tight."

Fatisina said, guiding Xiu De and her to take out the steel wings from the box together, and then the attendant next to him delivered a dagger and two wine glasses, half of which was filled with silver liquid.

Fatisina held Xiude's hand and slowly opened the steel wings with a dagger, dripping bright red blood, the liquid surface of the wine glass rippled, and the silver liquid instantly turned scarlet.

For ordinary dark angels, this is enough. The Oath of Feather Blood is a ritual that allows Hram to share power and life through a special secret medicine, but the premise is that both parties must be Hram.

Xiude is a foreign race, so in order to perfect the ceremony, Fatisina drained half of the steel wings' blood, drop by drop.

Then, Fatisina took the dagger in her hand and said:

"Xude, hold my hand."

Needless to say too much, Xiude immediately understood it and cut a small hole in his wrist with a dagger to let the blood flow in the two cups.

After treating the wound, Xiude and Fatisina each took the wine glasses.

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"The blood of my blood."

Fatisina raised her glass, her red eyes staring at Xiude intently.

"The blood of your blood."

Xiude also opened his mouth, and only the girl’s face was left in his eyes. The melodious hymns and the cool breeze all around brought a magical feeling, as if standing here, incomparable to the oath of the girl before him. Holy.

"My left wing is your right wing."

"My right wing is your left wing."

"Our wings are a pair of reflections." X2

"Under the witness of heaven, the stars and the moon, and the kings, we concluded a marriage contract."

Fatisina blinked: "What about the time limit?"

Even knowing that this was part of the wedding, Xiude couldn't help but trembled, saying:

"eternal."

"Eternal eternity?"

"Eternal eternity."

"To the end?"

"Until the end."

"..."

The two-person question and answer with a rhythm like a nursery rhyme lasted for a long time. When Xiude breathed out the last slightly painful breath, the voice of the king came:

[Drink your feather blood, and wait...]

"The wings and shadows are in pairs." X2

Xiude and Fatisina said at the same time, then raised their heads to drink the secret medicine in the golden cup.

I thought the secret medicine mixed with blood would taste strange, but after taking it, Xiude's taste buds immediately responded with familiar stimulation.

"Um... this smell?"

Xiude drank the secret medicine, licked the corner of his mouth, and muttered:

"[Crimson Sky]..."

The "mellow blood" mentioned by Berdini turned out to be the blood of the dark angel.

"Huh? Xiude, what are you talking about?"

Fatisina put down the gold cup, looked away, and asked.