Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Yan San's voice was instantly hoarse when he looked confident just now, and his whole body trembled non-stop. Shen Chichuan wished he could glance at him with a knife in his eyes, showing the threat.

Yan Shijun stood in front of him calmly, blocking Shen Chichuan's sight.

Shen Chichuan gave him a cool look, his eyes were so cold that even Yan Shijun's heart went cold.

Xing Yu walked in front of Shen Chichuan and knelt down heavily: "Master, subordinate..."

Subordinates know their mistakes?

He didn't know his fault, but he had no way to disobey Shen Chichuan's order.

One is the person he likes, and the other is the master who brought him out of the dead and followed him for many years.

He can't give up on any of them.

He took a deep breath and said, "Don't touch them."

Shen Chichuan's voice was faint and cold, with an undisguised sneer: "How are you going to protect them and threaten them with your life again?"

"Yan Shijun, do you think I still care about your tricks?"

"I..." Yan Shijun was speechless, pinching the hem of the skirt helplessly with his fingers, and the black gauze skirt was kneaded into a crease.

Shen Chichuan waved his long fingers slightly, and two warriors came up behind him, they were the two who were originally letting Xing Yu out at the door.

Xing Yu didn't make things difficult for those two, and Yan San was forced to follow them out.

With a click, there were only two people left inside the door.

Shen Chichuan's eyes were heavy, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'm not dead yet, but as my wife, I have to wear black gauze. How much do you want me to die?"

Shen Chichuan walked in two steps, his whole body was covered in gloom, his eyes were stern, and he still had that elegant and elegant demeanor, but the hostility oozing from his whole body made people dare not even breathe presumptuously.

Yan Shijun took two steps back and shook his head: "I don't, I don't know... I don't know what this black veil represents..."

Represents the deceased husband...

"I don't know," Shen Chichuan sneered, as if it was a big joke, "Don't you know the truth that children know? Yan Shijun, if you want to curse me, I can kill you just because of this." do you understand?"

Shen Chichuan's eyes were deep, and the deepest darkness was a compelling cruelty.

Yan Shijun was forced to take another two steps back, his back was firmly pressed against the wall, his heart swayed, and he met Shen Chichuan's eyes: "We are not really married, Shen Chichuan, I am just a random word from you." It's just a concubine."

He took a deep breath: "You and I are not real husband and wife, let alone... there is no such thing as a dead husband."

"Okay, very good." Shen Chichuan laughed back angrily, the corners of his lips curled into a deep arc, but there was a gloomy chill in his dark eyes, "It turns out that Mrs. Yan blamed me for not officially marrying you. .”

Yan Shijun was startled, and felt that something was wrong: "You... what do you mean?"

Shen Chichuan smiled darkly: "Of course it fulfilled your wish."

After all, Shen Chichuan flicked his sleeves and went out, and said something unknown to the two warriors guarding the door, the faces of the two were slightly shocked, but they still got the order to leave quickly.

The more Yan Shijun thought about it, the more something was wrong, and hurriedly followed: "Shen Chichuan, what did you mean by what you just said?"

Before reaching the door, he was stopped by two attendants and returned to the room.

"Mrs. Yan, I'm sorry, this is the leader's order, you can't go out."

"Why not?" The attendants of Luoxiao Palace were also good at capturing. Yan Shijun was restrained and couldn't break free, so he could only shout at Shen Chichuan, "Shen Chichuan, how long do you want to imprison me?"

Shen Chichuan turned his head slightly, under the morning light, he looked elegant and noble, and the slightly raised corners of his lips really looked like a handsome and charming young man, if one ignores the coldness in his eyes.

"We're going to get married, madame just wait in the room with peace of mind."

Want... what?

Married?

Is he hallucinating or Shen Chichuan is stupid, what marriage?

"Shen Chichuan, what did you say..."

Snapped--

The door was closed directly, blocking Yan Shijun from the sunlight outside the door, leaving only a gloomy and cold scene.

He stood at the door blankly, staring at one place for a long time and couldn't get back to his senses——

What did he just hear?

He is going to marry Shen Chichuan...?

What exactly does Shen Chichuan want to do?

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For a whole day, Yan Shijun was locked up for another whole day.

Until the next morning, he was woken up from the bed by a sound of playfulness, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of red.

Several nuns pulled Yan Shijun up from the bed, and Yan Shijun looked like an emotionless machine in such a dazed manner. He was groomed, dressed up, wrapped in a red shirt, and sent out the door before noon.

Yan Shijun covered his head (don't ask why a man should cover his head when he gets married, Yan Shijun also expressed his incomprehension in capital letters), and he was basically half-blind, unable to see anything.When I went out, I couldn't hear anything except the occasional footsteps and the voice of the nanny shouting.

It was as if there was nothing around but this group of people, and it made people feel a little chill in their hearts.

Yan Shijun was guided to take the sedan chair parked at the door, and when he sat down, the sedan chair got up with the mother's cry.Yan Shijun took this opportunity to call the system by the way.

"System, can you tell me what's going on now?"

The electronic voice of the system answered in a timely manner: "Obviously, you are getting married."

"Nonsense," Yan Shijun almost cursed, "I mean what is Shen Chichuan planning again!"

The system's voice was silent for two seconds: "Shen Chichuan has already fallen in love with you. According to the system calculation, Shen Chichuan's love for you is close to full marks. Host, you can reach your goal just around the corner."

"As for what he's planning," the system said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I don't understand a man in love."

Yan Shijun: ...

What the system said... he didn't even have half a point to refute.

The system continued: "When the task is completed, you, the host, can leave Shen Chichuan directly. As a special reward for the task, this system will give you a new identity to help you spend the rest of the story better."

For some reason, when he heard that the task was about to be completed, Yan Shijun had no intention of being happy, so he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then, what will happen to Shen Chichuan?"

"Death by Li Muhe's hands," the system added, "This is the inevitable end."

Yan Shijun suddenly felt a little dry in his throat: "Can't change it?"

"Host, you can't have feelings during the mission." The system hit the nail on the head, simply and neatly, "The villain must die."

Yan Shijun smiled bitterly: "The villain... must die?"