He lowered his head and saw a flash of red, the crimson garment catching his eye. This brilliant red attire was an ancient wedding dress.,Xiao Quan glanced at the watchdog at the gate, with a pointed muzzle, flat ears standing upright. It was clearly a Chinese native breed. It seemed that this era had much to do with ancient China, but Xiao Quan still wasn't sure what dynasty it was.,Xiao Quan clenched his fist, a storm brewing in his heart.。