[Now she was going to have to chase her husband at the crematorium.]
Zhou Qingqing's heart stirred.
[Amitabha Buddha is heartless too. He has no idea how to court someone. Little White Dragon already refused, yet he still made Myriad Saints Dragon King swallow his pride and beg for a marriage.]
[If there were another daughter, she could even be sent as a substitute bride.]
The Heavenly Venerates in the Three Pure Ones Hall shook their heads.
Let alone Amitabha Buddha.
Their own disciple was really just a master of talking big, forcefully applying the web novels and short dramas she had watched to the situation.
Amitabha Buddha could only do this.
Otherwise, wouldn't it make Little White Dragon Ao Lie far too comfortable?
No matter how he felt about it.
Their disciple, who knew so much of the plot, was enjoying the show anyway.
To bring about the marriage engagement between Myriad Saints Princess and Little White Dragon, the two of them had to become increasingly humble. The shift in positions was just that wondrous.
["I still don't think it's appropriate."]
[I am unworthy of your daughter.]
[My bloodline is not strong enough right now.]
[...]
[Not gonna lie, Little White Dragon Ao Lie really could come up with excuses. Myriad Saints Dragon King had pleaded so earnestly and spun such a grand tale, yet he still couldn't make Ao Lie change his mind.]
[Myriad Saints Dragon King and Myriad Saints Princess are even funnier. Every time Little White Dragon angered them and their emotions surged, some mysterious force forcibly made them calm down.]
[This is hilarious.]
Forcibly calming down.
That was indeed rather amusing.
Even the ever-dignified Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerate could barely hold it together.
With Joyful Buddha gone, if someone like Amitabha Buddha wanted to