Mo Yan looked at the man in front of him in horror, and unwilling to take the sword and stab him. The sword in his left hand was particularly unhappy. He was no match for the man in red in front of him.

The man with a ghost face slapped away, walked to the wedding sedan chair, hooked up the curtain and poked his head.

The bride sat there quietly, as if she had guessed everything. Such a calm appearance was completely different from the reaction of the other bride. The man in red-faced ghost knew that he had robbed the right person and waved his hand.

Several ghost assassins carried the wedding sedan chair and left openly in front of everyone.

Then, the imperial guards in the palace ran out and Mo Yan yelled: "Hurry, the thief has robbed the princess of this palace, save people!"

"Your Highness, your princess is fine, the fourth princess is the one who was robbed!" Someone stood up with Yan Hongyu who had landed on the ground with Xipa. Her face was violent in the air. Mo Yan wanted to bite the person who was robbed to death and was his princess.

His eyes immediately showed disappointment.

No wonder she didn't resist. She knew that someone would come to rob her early in the morning. If she hadn't wanted to marry Mo Li, why would she get married today?

Mo Yan was in a state of dismay, and in the end, he still didn't get what he wanted.

Everyone knew that something happened during the wedding. The Fourth Prince's concubine's wedding sedan chair was kidnapped by a thief. His Majesty was furious when he heard this and sent an imperial guard to pursue him. He must find the Fourth Prince's concubine.

...

After several ghosts robbed the bride, they were carried to a remote yard with their wedding sedan chair. They tore off their black cloaks and exposed their red clothes.

When the wedding sedan chair stopped, I heard a soft saying from a woman: "The bride is here, the groom kicks the sedan door!"

Um?

When Yan Qingyu was slightly stunned, the door of the Xishi sedan chair was opened. Through Xishi, she saw the man's big hand reaching in front of her, her voice was soft, but blood was also filled with blood.

"My wife, I've gotten out of the sedan chair."

The voice of Si Yucheng.

Yan Qingyu guessed that things would be like this after all. She more or less expected Si Yucheng not to appear again and would appear in front of her again from now on.

Unfortunately, he still appeared.

"I have no wedding with the Fourth Prince, Ghost Lord..."

"Today, it is a wedding gift between you and me. Apart from my name, the names of other men will only make me angry."

Yan Qingyu couldn't see Si Yucheng's expression clearly because she was separated by Xipa. She hadn't heard his voice for several months. In the past, his voice was so soft?

He was obediently carried down from the wedding sedan chair by Si Yucheng, walked into the yard, and placed it in front of the brazier in front of the door.

Yan Qingyu didn't know what to do, but only saw Si Yucheng holding her hand and stepping over the brazier and walking to the lobby of the worship world.

Around them, there were many masters vaguely silent. They could not see them through Xipa and could feel the bloody smell from their bodies.

The ghost star stood quietly on the side and got a look from Si Yucheng. He sang: "Worship the heaven and earth!"

Si Yucheng held Yan Qingyu's hand and said softly: "After you follow me back to the ghost realm, I promise you ten miles of red makeup to compensate you!"

Yan Qingyu said nothing. She guessed that Si Yucheng might have done something destructive, but she did not expect that she would bring her here to worship the world.

Si Yucheng looked at Yan Qingyu with an indescribable strange and gentleness.

"The Ghost Lord doesn't need..."

"The only thing you can marry is Si Yucheng. I allow you to deal with the fourth prince, but I will not allow him to marry my wife." Si Yucheng pulled Yan Qingyu and bent down at the heaven and earth, bowing.

Ghost Star: "Two visits to the high hall!"

There was no one in the high hall, and Si Yucheng pulled her to worship her symbolically.

Ghost Star: "Honey husband and wife worship each other!"

Si Yucheng quietly watched Yan Qingyu stand face to face with him without resisting, his heart slowly warmed up, and his eyes became even gentler. The strange and gentle smile on his face was accompanied by pain, which was the pain of the ruthless Gu attack.

But... although it hurts, it will no longer take away his memory.

The memories of the past will slowly return, and the memories of the future will not disappear. Although the method of ruthlessness and restraint is painful, now he is willing to accept it.

At Yan Qingyu, he bent down deeply. After the couple bowed to each other, Gui Xing's expressionless face also raised a hint of moving: "Qi Cheng!"

Si Yucheng approached Yan Qingyu's side and gently lifted her wide Xipa. Xipa did not have a shy bride, but had a beautiful and charming face.

Si Yucheng stood face to face with her in a red face, his eyes became gentle for the first time. He lowered his head and kissed her gently on her lips, "Li Cheng, my bride!"

From then on, she was the bride of the Ghost Lord and the Queen of the Ghost Realm Lord!

Xipa fell down, and Yan Qingyu found that the entire lobby was filled with men and women with iron blood and danger. Their eyes were straightforward but also sharp. The Lord was in great pain for this woman because of restraining the ruthless Gu.

This is the choice of the Lord, and they obey.

Everyone stood up, knelt down, and bowed their heads; "Kow to the queen!"

Yan Qingyu knew that she had no way out from now on and was named the Ghost Lord.

"Get up!"

Everyone: "Thank you!"

From then on, she became the wife of the King of the Ghost Realm, the King of the Ghost Realm of the City of Killing.

Si Yucheng quietly looked at the beautiful little face under Yan Hongxi's dress. She was very unwilling to accept it but endured it. She seemed calm but never gave up on resisting. The only woman in the world who dared to fight him, from her previous life, perhaps, she was different.

In this life, it was because she had a name exactly like a witch that she thought about her.

It turned out that Yan Qingyu's name had long been in his heart.

The heart was getting more and more painful, and the smile on Si Yucheng's face slowly became distorted and weird, but he still quietly watched her kneeling and worshipped by the soldiers of the Ghost Realm.

With his hand, he hugged Yan Qingyu's waist, Si Yucheng waved his hand: "The imperial guards are coming soon, let's take their place!"

One of the eight shadows looked like a phoenix-eyed man smiled softly, "Don't worry, my subordinates will definitely fight for it when they are in the wedding night. Even if you are nine thousand years old, you can't even think about entering!"

As soon as this man said, many people laughed.

He drank the wine as wedding wine, held the sword in one hand and went out of the yard to welcome the invisible imperial guards, so he could not touch their master's wedding candle.

Si Yucheng hugged Yan Qingyu and left the backyard of the yard. In a blink of an eye, Si Yucheng took her to a secret realm in the back mountain, where the sky was covered with sand flowers on the other side, and the colorful flowers bloomed by the river.

The two of them walked into the sea of ​​bloody flowers in red dress. Si Yucheng's eyes were filled with joy that was hard to see. He held her hand, "Wait, I will send you away later."

The sea of ​​flowers in front of me is so amazing that I rarely see such large fields of Shahua on the other side. It does not seem to be artificially planted, but it seems to appear naturally in this secret realm in the mountains.

It must be extraordinarily difficult to find such a beautiful secret realm.

It was not as rejected as expected when getting married to the man in front of her. She didn't like this man. As long as this man didn't use tough means, everything could be safe.

"Thank you!"

Si Yucheng: "No need to thank you!"

Yan Qingyu was silent, walking quietly in the sea of ​​flowers, wearing a fiery red wedding dress, just like a flower demon born in the sea of ​​flowers. The other side of Shahua was originally blooming by the Forgetful River in the Yellow Springs, and the evil flower that guided the dead. This color that was even more redder than human blood was the beauty of Shahua on the other side.

"It is said that Shahua on the other side grew up beside the Forget River. At the end of the river, there is a Three Life Stone. The names of men and women will be engraved on the Three Life Stone and will last for three lifetimes and three lifetimes until they grow old... Ghost Lord, you are not looking for the Three Life Stone, right?" Yan Qingyu suddenly laughed. After all, Shahua's sea of ​​flowers on the other side of the river is too much like the legend of the Yellow Spring Hell.

It’s interesting if you don’t enter. The dignified Ghost Lord probably won’t believe the boring legend. Do you think the Three Lives Stone really exists?

Si Yucheng was a little angry, "You are my wife, so there is no need to use respectful words!"

Yan Qingyu bent down and fell down a shining flower on the other side, narrowing her eyes: "Ghost Lord!"

Si Yucheng moved his lips gently and said no more.

Reach your hand.

Yan Qingyu put her palm very obediently on the man's palm. The man hugged her horizontally, preventing the soft soil on the ground from staining her wedding dress. She hugged her and jumped lightly in the sea of ​​flowers, like a dancing lingering bird.

At the end of the river, there was a huge stone, and Si Yucheng stopped.

There was some suspicious embarrassment in the ears.

Yan Qingyu quietly looked at the big stone in front of her, looked back at the winding and rugged river, just like the legendary Forgetful River. She turned around again, quietly looked at the big stone in front of her, and got off Si Yucheng.

Hand gently caresses the smooth stone.

Smiled.

"Isn't this the Three Lives Stone?"

The decent ghost king is really childish and cute.

Si Yucheng looked expressionless and silent.

Yan Qingyu stretched out her hand.

"What?"

"Dagger!" Yan Qingyu turned her head.

Si Yucheng took out a dagger from his waist and put it in the palm of her hand.

Yan Qingyu lay on the big stone and waved it hard. The dagger left traces on the stone. She didn't know what happened suddenly. Perhaps the man in front of her was so childish that she couldn't help but feel playful. Soon, she wrote her name on the stone.

Si Yucheng's eyes lit up.

Before Yan Qingyu turned around, she quickly put on her face, looking expressionless until Yan Qingyu wrote her name on it and turned around, facing a cold and gentle face.

"I'll help you carve it?" Yan Qingyu asked.

"random!"
To be continued...