Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

She had escaped death, escaping from the mouths of hundreds of snow wolves, and thought that she had been exposed and would definitely be killed by the purple fox.

But he wanted to marry her!

Yang Susu's cold face was still filled with surprise when a strong suction force sucked her up and she slowly landed on the stands.

Then the purple fox that had just disappeared suddenly appeared behind her, and said with a hoarse and mysterious voice, "Miss Yang San, you are going to be my bride tonight, are you happy?"

Yang Susu wanted to turn around and give this psychopath a big slap, but before she could open her mouth, Zihu raised her hand and pressed her Shen point, which could make a person unable to move or even speak.

He slowly raised a finger and whispered, "Shh... You don't have to say anything. I know you are happy. Who wouldn't be excited and happy to be the wife of the owner of the secret manor?"

Yang Susu couldn't move, staring at Zihu with her eyes to express her protest.

She doesn't want to be the wife of the secret manor owner, whoever wants to be one can do so.

Zihu saw the naked rejection in Yang Susu's eyes. He shrugged indifferently: "I didn't expect that the manor owner's wife whom I secretly met is not only outstanding, but also so beautiful even when she is angry, hahahaha..."

"Someone, take Miss Yang San to dress up and make her look beautiful!"

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It was freezing cold on Xianzhou Mountain, but the dark pillars were brightly lit, the cold wind was howling, and everything was red and white, exuding a mysterious festive atmosphere.

The owner of the secret manor, Zihu, sat in the front row. He wore a red wedding robe over his usual purple robe. He held a wine glass in his hand. The wine glass exuded a strong aroma of wine. The heavy snow floated into the wine glass and melted instantly. He raised the wine glass and drank it all.

The wolf and fox ghosts on both sides had wedding wine and delicacies in front of them. Everyone was cheering and blessing, and there was joy and happiness. There was also the sound of copper bells ringing in celebration...

The snowstorm was still raging, and the woman in front of me walked stiffly and weakly, like a puppet walking, with a blank expression on her face.

With the help of the wedding lady, she slowly walked towards the purple fox.

She wore a wedding crown and bright red wedding dress, looking extremely beautiful, as if her beauty was not real. She had a pretty face like the moon, a skin as white as ice and a body as beautiful as jade, willow-shaped eyebrows and green eyebrows, and a calm and cold personality.

But in those cold eyes, there was undisguised anxiety and anger.

The matchmaker was probably unhappy with Yang Susu's performance, and whispered viciously: "Young lady, don't be ungrateful. It is your great fortune to be our manor owner's wife. You have wounds all over your body from the bites of the snow wolf, and you just fainted in the room. If the manor owner hadn't pressed your Shen and Sheng points, you wouldn't be able to stand here and get married."

After the matchmaker finished teaching Yang Susu a lesson in a low voice, she smiled flatteringly at Zihu, opened her big red lips and said loudly: "Please ask the groom to come forward and pay homage to heaven and earth."

As soon as the matchmaker finished speaking, she spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, her eyes wide open, as if she couldn't believe that she had died like this.

Yang Susu watched the matchmaker beside her fall down instantly, with a small sharp blade stuck in the back of her head, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands embraced her waist, and a familiar faint medicinal fragrance entered her nose.

She couldn't wait to raise her eyes, and what she saw was a strange face.

He was dressed in dark black, his black hair was tied up, and a half-mask mask covered half of his face, his face was full of coldness.