Wuxi, no one loves you more than I do.
More than him.
So stay with me and don't go anywhere. If one day, when you think of all your memories, I will help you kill the heartless person personally, and protect you for the rest of your life—
The red carpet that stretched from under the bed to nowhere, the palace lantern outside the hall was replaced with a new one, and it was still a strange red. The candle light is faint, and the blood in the hall is lingering in the nose. On the veil of the bed pillars of the sleeping hall, either carved or embroidered, there are flowers and brocades of the moon and night, which are incompatible with the atmosphere in this hall.
Several little devil maids dressed in pure soy sauce knelt on the side, kowtow again and again.
"Madam, please change your clothes."
"Madam, please, good time is coming!"
"Madam, if you don't put on the happy clothes, the adults will really kill us, please have mercy on the maids!"
With crying and fear, the trembling voice continued, and the mysterious iron chain on Yan Xi's wrist had long been removed, and the two shocking red marks lined the snow-white wrist, which made the heart tremble. She gathered her sleeves and didn't mind revealing the red marks to the public.
Constricted his eyebrows, his voice was slightly cool, "Go down, I can't wear it."
"Madam..." The little maid still kowtows and begs.
Yan Xi suddenly narrowed his eyebrows, and his sharp eyes swept over, his voice hoarse, but he couldn't hold his beak, "I say, go on!"
Several little maids were frightened by her appearance, and hurriedly backed out.
The girl Xin Dao met in the past has always been kind and amiable, and she is the only person who is the most humane in this cold nether world. But now, it seems that even this special doesn't exist anymore.
After seeing people scared off by her, Yan Xi lowered her eyelashes and recited a Buddhist scripture silently.
Life in the world is like being in thorns, the heart does not move, the person does not move rashly, and it does not hurt if it does not move. If the heart is moving, people move rashly, hurt their body and hurt their bones, so they experience all kinds of pain in the world.
Cui Pan walked into the bedroom in a red wedding dress. Standing at the door of the hall, he saw the woman sitting on the bed with a thin figure, black hair and waist. His eyes were closed tightly, and his pale and delicate face was solemn and faintly exuding the light of Buddha.
In the underworld surrounded by yin, it becomes more and more special.
His heart shook, he walked forward quickly, chuckled, "Why don't you change your suit? Don't you like it? I did it according to your preference, you see," he shook openly and placed it on the tray. Xi’s wedding dress was shown to Yan Xi, and he took the phoenix crown inlaid with the gigantic night pearl: “This pearl was obtained from the belly of a sea monster through Ruoshui a hundred years ago. To make a phoenix crown for my wife, it must be very beautiful."
Yan Xi still looked down, but did not recite the Buddhist scriptures.
Just whispered: "Yinzhuo was sent to monitor me, right?" After she came back, Yinzhuo disappeared. It is a ghost cat, naturally able to connect the yin and yang realms, and Yan Xi is not afraid that it will not find it back. The way home.
Unless, someone deliberately limits it.
Cui Pan stroked Mingzhu’s fingers, raised his eyes, and pursed his lips, "I’m just afraid of your loneliness, I want to find a cat to accompany you, Ochi, don’t think too much, I have always been sincere to you. No adulteration, if you don’t believe me, I can swear by heaven..."
"Really?" Yan Xi raised her eyes, her eyes were clear and her tone was calm.
This is unbelief.
Without any hesitation, Cui Pan turned to face the outside of the temple, with three fingers facing the sky.