My Cold and Beautiful Wife

1909

From Ye Fan's point of view, Ye Xianqing's appearance was impeccable. In two years, she would definitely be a beauty of the country. Just based on her facial features alone, she would be even more perfect than Su Qingxue. She was a very nice girl, and her heart was also very kind.

The most important thing was that she was already at the seventh level of the Core Formation Stage at such a young age. She should have been doted upon at home, so why didn't she seem to like her at all?

Hearing that, a look of joy appeared on Ye Xianqing's face. However, her grandfather, Ye Zhaoxuan, lowered his head and said with a stern expression, "Forget it …" "Thank you brother for your kind intentions, I'll go somewhere else to help. I'm very happy today, and have fun …"

After saying that, the little girl turned around and ran away.

"Young duke, don't make the old duke angry …" At the side, Ye Shui reminded her in a low voice, "After all, Third Young Miss is a Warlock among the heaven's chosen.

"Even if your brotherly relationship is deep enough to let go, the majority of people in the tribe abstain from this …"

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment. He just found out that Ye Yanqing was a chosen one from heaven?

However, he did not expect Sunless to be one of them.

The chosen ones among the children of the clans were even more eye-catching, as if it was a foretelling sign that the clans would gradually be swallowed by the chosen ones …

It was no wonder that so many of the elders in the family did not like Sunless anymore.

Ye Zhaoxuan warned, then dragged Ye Fan to toast.

Ye Fan thought to himself, what does the heaven's chosen ones and the clan have to do with kinship? But he was too lazy to argue, after all, these thoughts were deeply rooted in the primitive world.

He just wanted to find out as soon as possible how he got here, back to the people he loved so much. As for everything else, he didn't care.

Although this marriage wasn't very popular, it was, after all, a joyous occasion for the Northern Marquis Manor. The guests were still filled to the brim.

It had to be said that the wine in this world really did taste good. After all, it was brewed by a cultivator. The fragrance was strong and it had a lot of energy.

"Fan'er, if you can't hold on any longer, tell grandpa that grandpa will block it for you." Ye Zhaoxuan looked at his grandson lovingly.

Ye Fan had quite a good impression of this lucky grandfather. It was obvious that he didn't dislike Ye Fan, and this could be his distant relatives.

"It's fine, grandfather. I won't get drunk …" Ye Fan called out "Grandpa" from the side, feeling that it wasn't too hard to say anything.

"Haha!" As expected of my, Ye Zhaoxuan's, grandson! The capacity for alcohol will naturally not be bad! " The Senior Marquis happily patted Ye Fan's shoulder.

In fact, the guests at the scene had also discovered that Ye Fan's alcohol consumption was indeed outrageous. After drinking dozens of cups, he didn't feel the slightest bit drunk!

"Prince Consort Ye is truly magnanimous!" "No, let's add three more cups!"

"You dare say you aren't drunk? Such arrogance? We must drink the bridegroom down today! "

"Young duke!" "Please!..."

Ye Fan was speechless. If he had known earlier that he would pretend that he was not good enough for wine, how long would it take for him to drink?

His physical fitness was already very abnormal, and after that Yin Lightning, it seemed to have inexplicably increased by a large amount. Even Ye Fan himself did not really test it out, but just what level it had increased to.

Unknowingly, the feast went from daytime to nighttime. There were already a dozen or so drunk people carried away on the spot.

Seeing the Core Formation and Spirit Creation, and even the cultivators living in the area, drunk to the point of being red-faced, drunk, and even sleeping soundly, the entire scene was filled with cheers and laughter.

However, what made everyone feel even more impressed was that Ye Fan was actually alone, and had completely convinced over two hundred guests!

Those who had initially wanted to drink the groom down actually fell first. The key issue was that they were too embarrassed to circulate their martial arts to dissolve the alcohol, lest they were laughed at by others.

It was as if this was the first time Ye Zhaoxuan had met his own grandson. He boasted proudly, "I told you, my grandson is definitely not someone he can take advantage of!

See, my grandson is not bragging, he just can't get drunk! Look at this capacity for alcohol, how many are there in the entire tournament!? "

A long-lived general who was about to collapse from drinking had now cupped his hands in admiration and said, "Prince Consort Ye is really a madman amongst wine! "This lowly general is convinced …"

"Heh heh... "It's just drinking, not really." Ye Fan awkwardly stood there, empty his wine cup. He looked at the guests who were staggering around, and then looked at Ye Danzhi, who was gasping for breath from pouring wine. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

He had never thought that on the day of his wedding, he would win the title of "Scholar" for his poetry at the palace.

After that, because he had been drinking all afternoon at the wedding banquet, his "unbridled and unbridled" performance, which claimed that he could not get drunk, had even spread the word "alcoholic".

The wedding banquet was over, and the guests began to send them off.

Ye Fan let out a long sigh of relief. He had originally wanted to take care of this wedding, but who would've thought that he would unknowingly be immersed in it?

It had been a long, full day.

Ye Fan turned around and walked towards his wedding room, raising his head to look at the brilliant stars, the enchanting night sky.

There was no moon in the Great Desolate World, but there were stars. Even sage realm cultivators couldn't fly out because of the chaos energy high up in the sky. Therefore, they didn't know how to touch those stars.

Although it seemed as if this world was much smaller than the previous universe, in reality, no one could figure out just how big it was …

"Is this a dream or not …" "Could it be that I can't go back …" Ye Fan muttered, and even pinched his own face.

But after doing all of this, Ye Fan felt that he was really stupid. Was this not a dream? Was it still not clear enough?

While muttering to himself, Ye Fan had already arrived outside the joyous wedding room.

But after this day of wearing down, Ye Fan was actually a lot calmer.

Unsurprisingly, this daughter-in-law was a virgin until the day she died. She could only be used as a vase and be fed as milk by a maid …

Ye Fan didn't particularly care about it. Asking him to do that thing with a woman he had never seen before, or to take her place, he also felt that it wasn't very good.

At this moment, just as he was about to push open the door and enter, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from inside.

There was no one else in the room except for the Grand Princess. Ye Fan sensed that the Princess was running back to her bed from the middle of the room.

What is this? Scared? Ye Fan was confused for a moment, then pushed the door open and walked in.