The Seventh Miss, Di

Just as Ye Liuli was about to remove the red silk veil, a cacophony of voices rose up along with the sound of wooden barrels rolling. The matchmaker was just about to utter some auspicious words in exchange for rewards, having barely uttered the word "Congratulations," when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The matchmaker fell silent, never to speak again.,A cold male voice echoed out, its tone as if frozen, carrying a chill and an air of killing intent.,Pushing open the door, I was suddenly surprised to find a group of people kneeling on the ground at the entrance.。