Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

After Xie Xingchen left the kitchen, he returned to where he should have been and continued to pretend to be dead.

At that time, Wen Liansheng lowered his head to him. It was considered a lowering of the head for the time being. He had already vaguely sensed that something was wrong, so he bit the tip of his tongue and secretly recited the secret to avoid being lowered.

After all, with his senior brother's experience of using incense to stun him, he wouldn't be stupid enough to be knocked out again.

So he pretended to faint for a while, and didn't "wake up" until Wen Liansheng left.

I wanted to fill my stomach, but I didn't expect that this ghost god seemed gentle and kind. I didn't expect that he was "He Shan" and poured an unknown number of kilograms of arsenic into the pot.

Xie Xingchen endured his hunger and took out the jade sign, intending to try to ask for help.

After all, he didn't want to marry young and marry a man he didn't know. It was quite ridiculous when he thought about it.

The jade sign only flickered for a second before someone answered the call. The person's voice was so cold that Xie Xingchen almost thought Qi Hanzhi on the other end had teleported to his side.

Qi Han's voice in the jade medal is extremely cold, but with an unpredictable smile, which is even more terrifying, "Disciple, is getting married fun?"

Xie Xingchen's scalp was numb, "Master..., can you speak normally and don't be sarcastic?"

Qi Hanzhi chuckled, "It seems to be quite fun, I'm willing to leave it behind and become my teacher."

Xie Xingchen shrank, feeling that his life was in danger, and touched his neck, "Master, I know I was wrong. I didn't want to get married, I was forced to do so."

Xie Xingchen felt aggrieved and worried. Hearing his master's tone, he would not come to save him, right?

"Master, are you angry?" Xie Xingchen asked tentatively, wanting to take advantage of him.

"How can I be angry with you as a disciple? It's just that I was abandoned. But as a master, I will personally "pick you up"."

Xie Xingchen: "..."

Still not angry?He could hear the gnashing of teeth.

However, Qi Hanzhi said he would come to pick him up?

"Good disciple, open the door for me, master." Qi Hanzhi said calmly before Xie Xingchen could understand.

Ok?

Open the door?

Qi Hanzhi isn't coming, is he?

Xie Xingchen was expecting but afraid, so he obeyed.

He stood up, shook out the heavy red wedding dress on his body, held the too-long hem like a skirt, and walked quickly to the door of the palace.

The soft fingertips touched the palace door, and it was slightly cold, and he trembled.

The moment the palace door was opened, the cold wind drifted in carrying fine snow.

The Double Happiness candles lit in the hall were all extinguished, leaving no light at all; the brocade-red silk and satin wrapped around the pillars and beams were torn apart in an instant and scattered on the ground like red confetti.

The festive atmosphere was ruined and the palace was in a mess.

Xie Xingchen, who was at the door of the hall, was shivered by the cold wind. He rubbed his hands, his fingers were red from the cold, "Master, you are here."

Qi Hanzhi saw that the tip of his nose was red from the cold, and there was a conspicuous red at the end of his eyes. It was not from crying, but from being cold.

Unnecessarily gorgeous.

Qi Hanzhi tried his best to suppress the crazy and obscene thoughts in his heart, and only said "hmm" in response to Xie Xingchen.

He closed his eyes, held up Xie Xingchen's fingers, and poured some spiritual energy into him from his palms, which could warm his whole body.

Xie Xingchen was no longer so cold, and his teeth stopped chattering, "Master, let's go back to the sect?"

Qi Hanzhi was still sending him spiritual power. Hearing this, he thought of Xie Xingchen leaving him alone when he was in Qinghe Town, and sneered, "Why are you so anxious to return to the clan?"

Not returning to the clan?

Then why stay?

Xie Xingchen's mind jumped so fast that he almost said whatever he thought of. He said without thinking: "Master, do you want to stay here to marry the Ghost Lord for me?"

Qi Han was already angry, but when he heard this, he was even more angry and cold.

He pinched Xie Xingchen's fingers like punishment. The fingertips were bloodshot, scratched by frost and snow, and bleeding oozed from them.

Xie Xingchen hissed lightly, feeling slight pain when his fingertips were rubbed on his lips.

It was not on his lips, but on Qi Hanzhi's lips.

The blood was stained on Qi Hanzhi's almost transparent lips, which gave him a more coquettish and voluptuous look, which was incompatible with his cold and ascetic temperament.

"Next time, if you talk nonsense, you can try the consequences." Qi Han looked like a threat.

Xie Xingchen was busy trying to please him: "No, no, I won't talk nonsense anymore."

"If Master doesn't leave, are there any other things to deal with?"

Qi Hanzhi clasped Xie Xingchen's hand. His hand finally became warm and soft again. Qi Hanzhi smiled softly and said, "Kill people."

Xie Xingchen: "!"

Qi Hanzhi smiled: "No, it's about killing ghosts."

Xie Xingchen: "!!"

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Inside the main hall.

The guests who came to congratulate him mingled with each other, said the words of happy marriage, and drank the wine happily.

Wen Liansheng, who was sitting in the main seat, was not very happy and rejected everyone who came up to offer a toast.

With the faint light from the sky, he raised his hand, but the bones of his hand could already be seen in his palm.

Time is running out.

He couldn't help but wonder again, was he doing the right thing?

But now that we have come this far and made all the mistakes, what can we do?

"Gui Zun, why don't you see the bride come out on such a wonderful day?"

"Yes, let us all take a look and judge whether this bride is beautiful or not."

"Could it be that the bride dislikes you? Hahahahahahaha."

After three rounds of drinking, someone made some rude remarks and forced Wen to keep talking, saying that he wanted to see the bride.

Mo Xiaosheng clicked her tongue twice and said that this Ghost Lord has a very good temper. Even after being spoken to like this, he could still sit calmly.

If he were a ghost master, he would start a fight with someone with just one sword strike to see if he still dared to talk nonsense.

Xiao Yihe sat next to him and raised his eyebrows when he saw that he had the urge to fight, "Young Master, do you want to steal the bride?"

Mo Xiaosheng: "Xiao Yihe, not long after I said you were okay, you started to fight again."

Xiao Yihe unexpectedly did not argue with him. He changed the topic and frowned slightly, "Senior brother, do you feel something?"

"What do you feel?" Xiao Yihe suddenly became solemn, and Mo Xiaosheng looked confused.

Xiao Yihe said: "There is a faint intention to kill."

Most monks are very sensitive, especially to some murderous intentions, but the higher the cultivation level, the more aware they are.

Mo Xiaosheng realized this, he turned to look at Xiao Yihe, and guessed: "Someone wants to steal the bride?"

Xiao Yihe lowered his voice and squeezed the jade cup tightly with his fingers, "I'm afraid it is, but I don't know who is so ignorant that he wants to steal the ghost master's kiss."

"Although the existence of the Ghost Realm has always been low, the Ghost Lord's strength is not bad. He can compete with the top figures in the world of cultivation."

"How do you know this?" Mo Xiaosheng sighed with emotion at Xiao Yihe's knowledge.

Xiao Yihe's lips curved slightly, helplessly: "My young master, have you forgotten how many ancient books I copied for you? It's hard not to know."

"I forgot, young master." Mo Xiaosheng pretended to be stupid, moved her chopsticks, and stuffed a mouthful of meat into her mouth.

But it was so salty that he stuck his tongue out.

Xiao Yihe handed him a cup of tea at the right time to relieve his thirst, and then continued: "Although that was back then, the strength of the new Ghost Lord will not be much worse now."

There is a basis for what he said. The ghost masters practice ghost ways, and the ghost masters of all generations have a secret treasure. With this secret treasure, half of the practice relies on hard work, and the other half relies on dead people.

As long as there are dead people, there will be no worries or lack of diligence in cultivation.

There is no need to think about it. It is difficult for Guizun to have low cultivation level.