C311 The Promise of Ten Years

Although the words' can I marry you 'sounded like a sledgehammer in Yun Mengloong's ears. He still suspected that he had misheard. A twelve-year-old girl was going to marry a thousand-year-old hooligan. This, mm, it was really hard to believe. Yun Mengloong tilted his head. His two eyebrows, which had caused him to think of each other, tried to stick together. He asked hesitantly, "Seventy-seven