The waiters came and went, greeting the guests.
Mercenaries, merchants, travelers.
Many of them knew Pei Ji, and would come up to greet him enthusiastically when they saw him.
Whether it's a joke or a caring greeting.
Shen Que suddenly discovered that these desert people seemed to call Pei Ji by his name.
Not a general, nor a young lord.
In their mouths, Pei Ji is Pei Ji.
On the wall covered with knife marks and bullet holes, there is an Empire wanted poster, the paper has turned yellow.
The peeling wall paint and the thick white sand underfoot show how many vicissitudes this tavern has experienced.
But the desert people, who are obsessed with satisfying their appetites and gossiping after meals, do not care about the fatigue of life.
They are just happy.
When the lamb chops with the aroma of black pepper were served, the lights in the pub suddenly dimmed.
360° floating light screens appeared in the center of the tavern.
Shafiya, wearing a red dance dress, appeared under the semicircular dome.
In an instant, the screams and cheers almost blew off the dome of the tavern.
"Here we go!" Lulu excitedly held the plate and pointed at the stage under the dome. "It's the last show tonight, and it's also the last show of the celebration day!"
Shafiya clapped her hands, and the originally lively pub suddenly became silent.
A charming and moving voice sounded.
"Guys, have you finished our drinks today?"
Cheers suddenly broke out.
"If you're not happy, you'll have to go to work tomorrow!"
The cheers turned into sighs.
Safiya smiled brightly.
"Okay! There's always work to do! No matter if tomorrow is spent playing games or working, today's happiness will always belong to today!"
"This last dance is dedicated to the Lord who generously gave us seven days off, and to the Young Lord who generously sacrificed himself to earn us seven days off."
"And to our white sand star, shining like a gem—"
“May abundance always follow us!”
The melodious dance music sounded, and Shafiya turned around and smiled.
The gauze dress flows like water, and the flying hair is like soft brocade.
She is like a desert rose in full bloom.
Warm, beautiful and smart.
Every look is captivating, and every movement is admirable.
There was endless applause, screams and cheers.
And at this moment.
The young lord, the protagonist of the celebration, was carefully cutting the lamb chops into small pieces, coating them with rich soup and feeding them to his beloved Omega.
Pei Ji suddenly asked Shen Que: "Do you know what they are celebrating?"
Glancing at the Alpha who looked expectant.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of Shen Que's mouth, and he shook his head.
Pei Ji immediately raised his chin.
"They were celebrating our wedding."
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