Seeing that they were about to fight, Annie came and held her ears and threw the bastard on the table aside.

"Husband, you're going to get married tomorrow, why don't you try on your dress?"

"Don't you think of them fighting? The battle of the fighting nation is like a chicken blood. I'm so excited that I'm surging with blood. The power in my heart keeps rising and erupting. I want to find a place immediately and splash it with urination!"

"Don't make these useless things anymore. For Mansha, you should keep the little liquid in your body. Now go upstairs with me to try out your clothes!"

A guy said, "Oh, fuck!" and fell at Lei Zhan's feet, stepped on him and walked over, took Annie's hand and walked upstairs.

A strong man hugged a shirtless old man and threw his head down to the ground. The old man was dizzy, and he stuck his butt and wanted to get up. A woman behind him aimed at the protrusion between her legs and kicked her up.

The strong man fainted, and the woman turned around. An old lady jumped up and kicked her feet. The woman was dizzy on the ground. The old lady thought she had won, but suddenly felt her body tightened. She looked down and saw that the skirt was scattered.

When I returned to the room, the costume designer had already prepared a long time ago and took more than a dozen dresses for Lei Zhan to test.

"I'm just a fucking marriage, not a model, why are you wearing so much?" Lei Zhan tried it and didn't want to try it.

"Mr. Lei, the dress is not strong. When you get married, raise your hand, toast a wine, punch, and a dragon sway your tail. The dress will be broken. Then the time you are too fucked, do you think you are?"

The designer gave Lei Zhan another dress of style and asked Lei Zhan to continue trying.

"Does there be a volatility fist, a half moon knife? He also has a fucking dragon's tail swing. This is marriage. Do you think you are in a group fight? You, a bastard from the dead fighting nation, have you also made me a fucking dress. Why don't you put your mom's underwear on your head as a clothes?"

The designer said, "I call you Mr. Lei, this is respecting you, this is art, do you understand? Fuck the half-moon knife? Are you playing the street fighter with me?"

Lei Zhan became angry as soon as he heard this, "Hey, who the hell are you fucking with? Who gave you the courage to say the word "art" to me? My art is when I want to beat you, I want to attack your face, and the real thing is I want to attack your egg!"

While talking, Lei Zhan suddenly waved his move. The designer covered his face and Lei Zhan kicked his egg.

Annie watched the designer being carried out and said helplessly: "Who did you use this trick?"

"I am a man, do I still have to learn from others? I pretend to be garlic with us, and I kick him out of pee. Do you believe?" Lei Zhan turned over the collar of the suit, and he was still very satisfied with this outfit.

"He has already peed, and there is a cocktail party tomorrow. Alexey said he would let all the officials in Fuguo attend!"

Lei Zhan took off his clothes and lay on the bed and said, "Okay, I'm going to have a hard egg competition tomorrow. Whose egg is the hardest? Give one to the identity card!"

"Do you want all the officials in Fuguo to go to the hospital?" Annie walked to the bed and lay directly on Lei Zhan's body.

"Is the fighting nation? What are you doing if you don't fight?"

"But you can't let thousands of eggs be attacked for a wedding?"

"Stop fucking nonsense, I'll attack you first!"

The battle with Anne began, and the battle downstairs ended. The winner was sure that the people with the closest lineage to the Mansha family, who drank, sang, and danced.

The hotel manager asked them to keep a little quiet and don't fucking shouting, this is a hotel, not a singing room.

The strong man slammed a bottle of wine on the manager's head, "Are you pretending to be a fucking bird? My Mansha's husband is Lei Zhan, we can fight at will!"

The manager was a little frustrated, and called out a group of security guards, pointed at the strong man and said, "Fuck him a bird man to death, you fuck me in the head, do you know, I fucked with a shrew at the age of seven, do you fuck me in the head? Fuck me!"

The next morning, Lei Zhan came to the hotel where Mansha was staying, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, staff, and a group of beauties, and prepared to welcome the bride.

The manager with a blue face and a purple face smiled respectfully at Lei Zhan and said, "Mr. Lei, on behalf of the hotel, I wish you a happy wedding!"

Lei Zhan looked at his face and said, "You have been fucking someone like this, why don't you go to see a doctor?"

"Because of your wedding, the hospital can no longer hold anyone, and people will be carried in at any time. So, like us, we just have a bruised nose and a swollen face. Just apply some ointment or something yourself!"

This is a lot of words that makes people speechless? How can this marriage be the same as a war?

Walking to the door of Mansha's room, Mansha's mother sprinkled a handful of salt on Lei Zhan's head. This was their tradition, thinking that this would allow the man to stand in bed for seven hours and stand firm.

Mansha was wearing a black wedding dress, but this made her skin even whiter, like jade fat. Mansha herself was sexy and had a hot figure unique to women in combat nations. Lei Zhan took a few glances and kissed Mansha deeply excitedly.

"I can finally marry you and become your wife!" Mansha cried with joy, hugged Lei Zhan's hand, and gently stroked Lei Zhan's cheek.

"Yes, forever wife, I love you, Mansha!"

"I love you too, I love you forever!"

The wedding began, but it gave Lei Zhan the feeling that it seemed to be a fake wedding scene. Otherwise, the people below would be bruised or swollen, either crutched or gauze. A guy was wearing plaster on his legs and sat in a wheelchair, with his face even more blue and purple. When he saw Lei Zhan smiled, he only had four teeth left on his mouth.

It's a miracle that this guy can live.

Tens of thousands of people are watching this wedding. You should know that in so many countries around the world, only a few women in a few countries can marry Lei Zhan. What a great honor and pride.

Moreover, most of them not only came to see Lei Zhan, but also the shoes on Mansha's feet. All of these shoes are made of diamonds, and there is only one pair in the world.

Everything was carried out according to the procedures, which fully respected Lei Zhan's ideas and took into account the traditions of the people of Fu.

The host asked Lei Zhan to say a few words, which was easy for Lei Zhan.
Chapter completed!