Zhao Yun stood dumbfounded, staring blankly at Liu Ruoxin in her wedding attire.,"This... isn't Zhao Family Head" "How could the Liu family's eldest miss, with such talent, be willing to marry this useless person" 。"I wonder what good deeds I did in my past life." 。On such a joyous occasion, why would we stay at home with each other when there is so much to see and do in the streets 。Such heavy killing intent, who provoked him 。The crowd on the street jostled and shoved each other, pointing and whispering amongst themselves. There was much pity, mockery, and suspicion in their voices. 。Ahead, Zhao Yun's killing intent was palpable. His pale face still bore a hint of ferocity. 。Perhaps, in that instant when he lifted the red veil, he should have understood. He just refused to admit it. 。He, Zhao Yun, the head of the Zhao family, a martial arts prodigy of the past, is now a broken vein and waste. 。,From that day on, he was no longer a genius. 。No one had any hope for them anymore, not even himself. Who would want to marry someone like that 。To everyone's surprise, Liu Ruyue actually kept her promise. 。But, just tonight he finally realized that the so-called engagement was a huge joke. 。。