Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

"Killing you is really too cheap for you. The four years of torture, the death of my sister, the pain of my master... I will pay you back bit by bit!"

Every time Shen Hui moved, the clavicle chain would be locked a little bit, and even hooking his little finger would bear the pain of bones being repeatedly crushed.

No matter how tough a man is in the world, he can't bear the pain of the clavicle chain.

Shen Hui can still laugh like this, but this smile is too ferocious and ugly.

His overly beautiful cheeks were distorted in pain at the moment, and there was no trace of beauty in them.

"It's all at the door of the house, why don't you go in and have a look..."

He gritted his blood-soaked teeth, and laughed like a madman, "There are good things to watch in my skull hall!"

Shen Hui clenched his painful fists tightly in front of his chest, in a panic.

That kind of pain is a pain that penetrates into the bone marrow, and I wish I could give up my life and end myself.

His purpose is to let Dong Zhao enter the Skeleton Hall, see the murals on the wall, anger him, and hope that he can give himself a good time.

Dong Zhao's eyes fell on the gate of the Skeleton Palace.

Shen Hui didn't know how much he thought that he could step in at this time.

It's a pity that his wish was not fulfilled, and Dong Zhao was not interested in everything about him.

Dong Zhao kicked him on the lower abdomen, and Shen Hui flew out pitifully for tens of meters, broke through the gate of the Skeleton Hall, and fell heavily into the hall on the first floor.

Surrounded by obscene murals, he landed in the center, curled up in pain, convulsing.

He stared at those eyes that were red and teary, looked at the person on the mural, and laughed like a ghost, "Hahaha... I just fucking love you so much!"

Outside the door, Dong Zhao didn't intend to come in.

Shen Hui's sharp cry echoed in the skull hall, Dong Zhao turned and left as if he hadn't heard it.

After walking a long distance, he could still vaguely hear a dying scream and painful whimper squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

——Blue sea and sky——

The moment he touched the ground with his toes, he couldn't wait to shout, all his blood and tenderness were devoted to that sentence.

"Master... I'm back!"

He hurried to the dormitory, and Ye Qiao rushed up to him when he heard the sound.

"Azhao!"

Ye Qiao flew towards him, crashing into his broad and strong arms, the warmth of the long-lost reunion swept his whole body again.

It turned out that even if he became a fairy, he would cry until he couldn't breathe.

Dong Zhao's heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and he wished he could give everything to him now.

"Master, I really really miss you."

"In the past, everything in front of me was an illusion. Every time I rushed to hug it, it was all in vain without exception. Now it is finally real."

As Dong Zhao said, he lowered his head and kissed the sobbing red lips.

Those red lips were still as soft and sweet as before.

That affectionate kiss lasted for a long time...

Dong Zhao looked at him dotingly, "Master, no matter what happens in the future, I will never leave you again."

"If it's not death, I will never live."

Ye Qiao smiled, and finally that warm smile bloomed again.

He raised his head and looked at the majestic and domineering person in front of him.

Dong Zhao smiled, "Master, close your eyes."

"Huh?" Ye Qiao was full of doubts, wondering what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd.

His two thick eyebrows rippled softly, with a smile.

"Just for a while, okay—"

Unable to bear his pleading, Ye Qiao had no choice but to close her eyes.

"Azhao, are you still there?" He asked, but Dong Zhao didn't answer.

He started to get nervous, "Ah Zhao, are you alright?"

Ye Qiao's palms began to sweat, he was really nervous, he was very afraid that if he closed his eyes like this, Dong Zhao would disappear.

"Azhao, are you alright..."

Before he could finish his words, Dong Zhao opened his tightly clenched fist and held it in his palm.

"Master, open your eyes."

Ye Qiao slowly opened his eyes, and saw a few red silks and satins hanging outside the bedroom.

"This is……"

Dong Zhao took his hand and walked towards the bedroom.

Pushing open the door and entering, a slightly crooked big red Chinese character "囍" came into his eyes.

Ye Qiao's heart trembled, and he was shocked and full of surprises. He didn't even need to think about it. Dong Zhao cut out the red Xi character in a hurry. Although it was ugly, it was very pleasing to the eye.

Although the decoration of the room was simple, it was still festive. Two red candles were lit on the high table, and the red candles flickered and danced cheerfully.

It's like two little fire men, dancing for them.

"This……"

Ye Qiao stared at him blankly.

Dong Zhao took his hand, seriously and solemnly said: "Waiting for marriage..."

The corners of Ye Qiao's lips trembled slightly, she bit her lip, her eyes were about to cry, and she looked at him in disbelief, surprise and joy.

"Really... really want to worship?"

Dong Zhaozhong nodded emphatically, his eyes were full of seriousness.

"I want Master, but I can't be abrupt, Master. Let's do a simple wedding ceremony here, and I will marry Master's glory and I won't miss the appointment."

In his eyes, Ye Qiao was a pure and pure person, how could his most respected, beloved and precious master be so casual.

Ye Qiao's tears couldn't be held back after all, and they slid down without any hope.

Dong Zhao raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said distressedly: "On the day of great joy, Master, be happier—"

"Master's tears should stay on the bed—"

Dong Zhao's teasing laugh completely blocked Ye Qiao's tears back.

Pretend to take a look at him, "It's not big or small"...

Dong Zhaoying smiled, "Not only will I not be big or small, but I will also do my hands up and down—"

Ye Qiao blushed and lowered her head.

"Thank you heaven and earth, we are now husband and wife."

Ye Qiao looked at him with bright red cheeks and rippling eyes.

"But... I'm not wearing a wedding robe."

He also looked at his blue-black Xuantian robe.

Dong Zhao smiled, tore off a strip of red silk at will, and lightly turned his wrist to cover his shoulders.

And tied a red silk satin around his waist.

"How about this? Is Master still satisfied?"

Ye Qiao pursed her lips and gave a shallow smile, that smile really moved people's hearts and souls.

The two knelt down to heaven, earth, and high halls.

In the year of Jiazi, in Xushi's blue sky above the blue sea, in Luoyang Hall, the two of them got married as husband and wife.

"Husband—"

Every time Ye Qiao yelled, the corners of Dong Zhao's mouth could not help but rise a bit.

"Yuan, do you know how happy I am? There are so many words in the world but I can't find one that can express my joy now. It's great to have you by my side!"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of candy from his cuff, peeled it off and stuffed it into Ye Qiao's mouth.

Ye Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and there was a taste of honey juice in his mouth, which was so sweet that his whole body smelled fragrant.

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Dong Zhao said with a smile: "When you get married, you have to eat candy, which symbolizes the sweet and sweet life!"

Ye Qiao was taken aback, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked when she smiled, and she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, "Where did I learn so much to say—"

"I don't have anything to give you, just promise you a promise. Mountains fall and ground cracks, yin and yang turn upside down. I, Ye Qiao, will never leave you in this life, life and death."

Dong Zhao picked him up, and the warm breeze lifted the red satin on his shoulders and twitched the bright red belt around his waist.

Holding the shy man in his arms, he walked towards the big bed...