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Sunny, blue sky, s city's first single gold Han Tang night white and international film queen Lin Qing married.

Red carpet, flowers, dream like wedding.

Big names gathered, stars and celebrities, the show is very imposing.

The bride is dressed in white, and the latest dream wedding dress of Milan makes her beautiful and charming.

The groom's temperament is lazy, his face is threatening, he is gorgeous and charming, and there is a demon that can't be ignored between his eyebrows. All his actions and actions reflect the noble elegance of nobility, but he is just like a goblin.

The priest asked, "bridegroom, Mr. Tang Yebai, are you willing to marry Miss Lin Qing as a wife, regardless of poverty, wealth or wealth, will you never give up?"

Tang night white thin lips hook up a touch of evil charm smile, such a smile, as if sentimental, but also showed a bit of heartless.

For a long time, there is no answer.

The pastor was surprised and asked again. Lin Qing looked at Tang Yebai in dismay. What was he hesitating about?

When everyone was surprised, Tang Yebai said, "I will."

Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The priest asked, "the bride, Miss Lin Qing, would you like to marry Mr. Tang Yebai, regardless of poverty, wealth or wealth, will you never give up?"

There was a loud bang and the church door was kicked open.

The light poured in, more like a dream.

A small figure appeared at the door of the church, with long hair and a golden mask.

Tight night clothes, wild, killing.

Her back is like thousands of blood light complex staggered, pull out a background of autumn wind.

There was a lot of chatter and chatter at the scene.

Who is this?

The woman's lips raised a grim smile, suddenly wrist a turn, pistol in hand, straight at the bride Lin Qing.

Aim, pull the trigger.

Bullets hit the bride's heart like a stray arrow.

Fast, clean and neat.

Blood overflows from the heart of the forest, bringing out enchanting dead flowers.

There was a lot of chaos and screaming.

The woman's right hand on her lips, suddenly a smile, give Tang Yebai a passionate and enchanting kiss, turn around, leave cleanly, no trace.

Tang night white like a smile to hook the corner of the lip, more demonic, eyes but cold as frost, no smile.

Tang Yebai walked out of the church calmly.

The white dress was stained with a little blood, just like the white flowers on the grave stained with enchanting colors.

He is God's favorite, gorgeous, enchanting, a delicate face like the best painter, a stroke of outline, charming.

The outside world is no stranger to the rumor of Tang Dashao.

Iron hand, decisive, charming.

He is a man who can taste the red wine slowly while killing others mercilessly.

Cold blood and enchantment in one.

Today is his wedding, but it turns into a funeral.

The media swarmed in.

"Tang Dashao, was Miss Lin really shot?"

"Tang Dashao, who killed Miss Lin?"

"Is there revenge? Does Tang Da Shao know who did it?"

....

Bodyguards escort all the way, but can not block the attack of the media.

Tang Yebai suddenly stops, and the major media are waiting for his response. The man in the sun is like a gorgeous statue, which is too gorgeous to be seen directly.

"Go away!" Tang Yebai suddenly spat out a word.

Just a word, not loud, no anger, but like a sharp cold wind swept by, suddenly cooling around, everyone felt the cold fell to, let Buddha be held by the throat, unable to breathe.