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.,The door, Ye Liuli slumped against it helplessly, her eyes wide open, her face as pale as death.,When he thought of this, Ye Liuli's spine felt a chill again. Could there be... martial arts in this world。