After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

Above the main hall, the voice of vague and loud libretto finally rang out.

Jiang Yufeng grabbed Song Bihui's hand almost instantly, and immediately said loudly, "Song Bihui, I am your obsession. Everyone knows that if you don't break the emotional barrier, you will ascend or become false. You can still refuse now." Me, as long as you say it, I will let go immediately."

"Then it won't break." But Song Bihui just looked at him deeply, as if apart from the person in front of him, the rest had nothing to do with him.

"However, the lifespan of a mortal is only a few decades. Even if a cultivator prolongs his life, he will end up with a mortal body. Only becoming a fairy is the way of longevity. You can live the same life as the heaven and the earth, and the sun and the moon will shine together. Don't you think so?" Jiang Yu The wind asked clearly and slowly.

"I don't want to." But Song Bihui always had that calm and firm tone, "I just want you to be by my side."

Jiang Yufeng didn't expect Song Bihui to be so determined. A cultivator of Taoism has worked hard for decades, and what he has done is nothing but the way of immortality.

In order to soar, Fu Ming even used the spirit of ten thousand people to forcibly open the way of heaven, and did everything he could.

But Song Bihui is not interested in this at all?

He was slightly startled, then bowed down together with Song Bihui, the tassels on his earlobes fell down.

He heard the man whispering hoarsely in his ear suddenly.

"It's all yours, I love you forever and ever."

For a moment, Jiang Yufeng only felt that his heart seemed to be opened, and it was sore and painful in an instant.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

The wind blowing above the circling outside the hall suddenly whizzed up with dead leaves, Jiangyu Feng smelled a strong damp air, and it seemed that it was about to rain.

The hall went dark almost instantly.

Dozens of guests sitting around stared blankly at the two of them strangely. It was dusk and it was going to be night soon.

But Song Bihui's eyes didn't shift the slightest bit, he just raised his sleeves lightly, and lit up all the candles in the hall at once.

The fire is jumping and resplendent.

Jiang Yufeng smiled softly, turned around and bowed to him again.

Do whatever you want, whatever you want...

"Husband and wife greet each other—"

The thunder light tore through the sky in an instant, the clouds billowed, there was a rumble and a tremor, and the strong wind from the hall rushed in recklessly, but they were immediately blocked outside the hall by the coercion of the two.

There was always a calm smile in Jiang Yufeng's eyes, but suddenly he deliberately put down the raised hijab, so that Song Bihui could no longer see his appearance clearly.

Under the red cloth, his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings.

High halls, heaven and earth can be false, but I worship my truth.

He suddenly remembered that day when he woke up from the jade couch in a daze, walked to the stone steps of the mountain gate, and met that person's eyes from afar.

The person's deep eyes like ink dots, hair and clothes hem lifted by the breeze, like a lonely white crane that stops here for a while, seems to be leaving soon.

Leave no audio.

But it happened that good fortune tricked people and asked them to meet again during the Yishui string song.

In those days, the soup and medicine brought to the bed at night, when sitting in the courtyard during the day, the bowl of sweet porridge in front of you was full of steam.

As if it was still yesterday.

He also remembered, a few years ago, the carmine red headband that was tightly clenched by those immature palms.

The man sat on his lap, and said that he would find the best silk ribbon in the world and give him a promise, as if it was still whispering softly in his ears at this moment.

Afterwards, he cursed the countless days and months of suffering, but he had no regrets, only lingering concerns and worries.

Until the gardenia and sandalwood incense that was ignited in the lonely night slowly ignited, it was placed on his bedside, and the pastry made by himself was made by himself.

The crescent moon imprint of crescent silk left on the wrist, and the blood-colored phoenix jade bracelet.

And a light kiss on the forehead and earlobe...

It turned out that for such a long time, he had been indulging in this person's affection, but he loved him without knowing it.

He lowered his eyes and smiled, then solemnly bowed down.

To sink together with it...

"Send it to the bridal chamber—"