I, living in the Qin Dynasty, never intended to advance.

Feeling the soft and plump outline from behind, Yang Chong felt his heart beating violently. As his eyes moved downwards, he saw two slender hands hanging naturally in front of him. The slender fingers were as white and tender as freshly peeled onions, and even the round nails looked so cute. However, Yang Chong also knew that these hands also held countless lives, and he might very well add a murderous aura to these hands.

The bride in the room is Luowang's top killer Jingwei, and the guest in the yard is the undead Hei Bai Xuan Jian who came for revenge. This is really... Yang Chong felt an extreme sense of excitement while being nervous.

It's so wonderful!

"Let's go, let's go. I'm bewitched by the bride." Qingque looked at the dazed Yang Chong. Even though this wedding was really weird, even though it started under the threat of death, he still couldn't help laughing out loud.

Yang Chong's face turned red. This was his first time getting married. Even though he knew that this wedding was absurd, he still felt a little embarrassed. He quickly calmed himself down and walked towards the door. When passing through the door frame, he subconsciously bent his knees to lower his height to prevent the bride on his back from hitting her head. Aunt Wei beside him couldn't help but look at him sideways.

In the yard, a charming female killer walked into the yard and came to Hei Bai Xuan Jian.

"Lord Xuan Jian, what are you doing?" Looking at the newlyweds worshiping heaven and earth in the room, Black Widow was unable to react for a moment.

Hei Bai Xuan Jian came to kill someone but didn't come back for a long time. She was worried that Hei Bai Xuan Jian had encountered an accident, so she followed the trail left by Hei Bai Xuan Jian, but she never expected to see the scene in front of her.

"I don't want to kill anyone tonight, so you can sit down and watch." Hei Bai Xuan Jian rarely explained.

He fully trusted the Black Widow. Without any order from her superiors, the Black Widow came with him to Weijiazhuang to seek revenge, for which Hei Bai Xuan Jian thanked her.

"Are you getting married?" Black Widow asked puzzledly, but she still sat down next to Hei Bai Xuan Jian.

"Isn't a wedding between life and death very interesting?" Hei Bai Xuan Jian looked at the wedding in the main hall with a calm expression, but there was a hint of melancholy in his cold eyes. The newlyweds might be unfortunate, but they were much luckier than him.

"Except for Lord Xuan Jian, I'm afraid no one would think so, not even them." Black Widow shook her head and laughed. She still couldn't quite understand Black and White Xuan Jian's thoughts.

"They are trying hard to grasp what they can have, even if the time they have is very short." Hei Bai Xuan Jian said, his eyes full of reminiscence: Xian Xian and I lack a wedding.

Chapter 39 Let’s have fun first

In Hei Bai Xuan Jian's recollection, the newlyweds in the main hall had already paid homage to heaven and earth and their only elder, Aunt Wei. Amid Aunt Wei's forced smile, the bride in her wedding dress was led into the bridal chamber by the groom Yang Chong.

As the lights flickered, Yang Chong sat on the corner of the bed, lowering his head and pondering. Things were becoming more and more interesting.

"You stood in front of me just now, was it just because you liked me?" Jingwei took the initiative to speak as Yang Chong sighed.

As a killer, Jingwei was able to possess strength comparable to that of a top-tier killer at such a young age. Naturally, this was achieved through her own hard work. Countless people died at her hands, including many so-called masters. However, the performance of those people before they died was completely different from Yang Chong's.

Fear will only make people crazy, and that is what is happening to the villagers in Weijia Village now. But in Yang Chong, Jingwei saw that he was fearless because of fear.

While Jingwei was feeling strange, she also felt as if something was touched. Although her sword was sharp, it seemed to be missing something, a little spirit.

"Yes." Yang Chong, who didn't know why Jingwei suddenly asked such a question, could only answer yes.

"What's the reason? Is it just that we are already engaged?" Jingwei asked again.

"Yes, no man would allow his woman to be killed in front of him. If the outcome cannot be changed, then he can choose to die first." Yang Chong emphasized again.

Although Jingwei is ruthless, she is beautiful enough, and that is enough.

"What do you like about me?" Jingwei asked herself. This time she was not asking Yang Chong.

"You are my wife." Yang Chong said. Deep affection requires reasons and process, but liking someone does not need them. It only requires a momentary impulse, but now it requires a reason that looks good.

The bridal chamber suddenly fell into silence.

In the silence, listening to the faint breathing of Jingwei beside his ear, Yang Chong's heart gradually fell into a struggle between his conscience and his desires. Being impulsive is good, but there will be punishment for being impulsive!

As the saying goes, to die under a peony flower is to be a romantic ghost. Although Jingwei is not a peony flower, she is a mermaid. Now that things have already happened, the killer of Luowang has become his bride in the bridal chamber. Facing the seemingly predetermined fate, what choice does Yang Chong have?

Rather than slowly walking towards death in worry, it is better to enjoy everything that can be enjoyed now. In this way, even if the fight fails, even if he dies, it is not too bad after all, right? Probably! He will be a man bathed in flames in the future.

Yang Chong thought pretentiously, but in fact he had already made up his mind, with such beauty in front of him, how could he not enjoy it?

When Yang Chong said in front of Yan Lingji that he wanted to burn to death like a flame, rather than die silently in a dilapidated house like old man Li, who was burdened with great hatred, he had already realized it.

He wanted to master the strongest martial arts, defeat the most powerful enemy, possess the most beautiful woman, and obtain the highest power. He didn't just say these words to show off in front of Yan Lingji, he really wanted to do it.

Hesitation was just an act. Yang Chong, who had never hesitated before, walked to the washbasin, tidied himself up a little, and then walked towards the bed and his bride.

The room was small, so Yang Chong quickly walked to the bed and then reached out to pinch the two corners of the red veil. The faint fragrance from Jingwei lingered in his breath. Although he knew that the woman in front of him was a cold killing weapon, he couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope. What if the story could develop in another direction? Could he really do it?

As Yang Chong slowly lifted the red veil, the bride's face appeared in his sight. She had an absolutely beautiful appearance and natural beauty, enough to be called the most stunning beauty in the country. Her skin was as white as jade, and more delicate than peach blossoms. The rosy complexion showed her charm. Her skin was crystal clear, just like the bright moon in the sky, stealing the beauty of heaven and earth.

If he could really live with such a stunningly beautiful wife, it would be the luckiest thing in the world. However, he could not die without regrets, since he was already dead. As for Yan Lingji, she had already been forgotten by Yang Chong.

"My husband seems to be scared?" Jingwei looked at Yang Chong in front of her and asked with her delicate red lips slightly opening and closing.

Is this my goal? Is this also the first time that I need to use weapons other than a sword to complete the task? Jingwei's eyes wandered over Yang Chong's body, and she felt a sense of strangeness in her heart that she could not understand.

Although Luowang's killers would stop at nothing to achieve their goals, and it was common for them to use honey traps on their targets, this was her first time doing such a mission. Although she had already developed a cold personality through Luowang's missions time and again, she was still a little nervous at this moment. After all, this was her first time, her first time in every sense of the word.

Moreover, she also saw the shadow reflected in the depths of Yang Chong's eyes. The owner of that shadow was herself. Jingwei saw herself, and saw herself in the eyes of others.

Is this how I look in other people’s eyes? Red makeup and white face, cold and without any tenderness. Jingwei felt like he didn’t recognize himself anymore.

"My lady, I don't want to offend you." Yang Chong said.

Jingwei was slightly startled, not knowing how to respond. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I am your wife now."

"I am your husband now." As Yang Chong spoke, he had already sat down next to Jingwei. The outer sides of their thighs were pressed tightly together, and they both felt a touch that was unfamiliar to them, but it should not be unfamiliar in the future.

Yang Chong stopped thinking about it and simply raised his hand to hold Jingwei in his arms. Looking at that delicate and bright little face, he kissed that slightly opened little mouth without thinking.

Let’s just enjoy everything first, and as for the future, of course we’ll talk about it later.

Jingwei frowned subconsciously when being kissed. She didn't like the feeling of being out of control of her body. Moreover, it was too close. She was exposing her weakness in front of others. Although this other person was her 'husband' now, her husband was just the target of the mission.

At this time, Yang Chong had already kissed Jingwei's beautiful eyebrows, as if he wanted to smooth out those slightly wrinkled brows. Jingwei's breath bloomed between Yang Chong's breaths, turning into a mellow taste that was intoxicating his mind.

The beauty trap has been the best strategy since ancient times. Of course, it is the most sincere strategy.

Because it is truly given.

Chapter 40: A gentle place

Under Yang Chong's tenderness, Jingwei's frown gradually relaxed, and she was controlled by Yang Chong and fell on the wedding bed. As the belt was pulled open by Yang Chong, the wedding dress naturally spread out to both sides.

Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, Yang Chong knelt aside with a pious look on his face, as if he was worshiping the most beautiful goddess in the world.

Yang Chong was admiring the mermaid in front of him. This killer seemed unqualified. Her breathing seemed heavier, but she stared at Yang Chong in front of her, as if wondering why she was just looking at her like that. Shouldn't she be doing something else now?

Now Jingwei was in a very strange mood even to herself. For the mission, she had been prepared for the current matter and did not care much about it. It was just a tool that did not achieve the purpose. It was not as worthy of her cherishment as the Jingwei Sword.

But she is a woman after all.

What's wrong with me? Jingwei looked at Yang Chong in confusion. Is it all because of him?

Facing that puzzled and bewildered gaze, Yang Chong could no longer suppress his restlessness. He stretched out his empty hand behind Jingwei and tore open the buckle. As his hand twitched, a cloud rose in his palm and was then thrown aside. The lights in front of him seemed too bright, dazzling Yang Chong into a trance.

What is Black and White Xuan Jian, what is Jing Wei.

Yang Chong didn't care about anything now. In his world at this moment, there was only his bride. Her name was Wei Nishang, a little woman from Weijiazhuang, a woman who was a fish but was thinking about fishing. As for other things, Yang Chong didn't care at all.

He has been a vulgar man from beginning to end, a very vulgar man. Perhaps he can never be a so-called hero because he is too easily tempted.

If death is the inevitable outcome, then Yang Chong hopes that he can choose his own way of death, which is drowning. As for the fire, he has already forgotten it. At this moment, there is only Jingwei in his eyes.

However, soon he was no longer satisfied with the pleasure of his eyes alone. He also had hands, mouth, and many more things that wanted to share with his eyes the pleasure called Jingwei.

More importantly, Yang Chong has never been a stingy person, especially to himself, Yang Chong is even more generous, so he took action, whether it was his hands, mouth, or other things.

He has never been a person who only knows how to move his heart, he is a real action-oriented person.

The light illuminated the two shadows on the wall. As the light rose and fell, the two shadows also moved. With a faint sound, the two shadows completely merged together and turned into a larger darkness.

Something bloomed this night, a flower?

……

In the early morning, the summer sun shone into the room through the gauze on the window and fell on Jingwei's face. The traces left last night were particularly dazzling against the jade-like skin. The small and rosy lips trembled a few times and then slightly pursed. With the trembling eyelashes, a pair of eyes opened, and the hazy eyes slowly solidified in the sunlight.

Suddenly, Jingwei felt tense all over, and everything that happened last night gradually emerged in her mind. She only remembered that in the end, she seemed to have no control over herself at all and could only let him dominate her. She thought of his greed, and she seemed to be the prey, until she finally fell asleep completely.

Sleeping? Thinking of this, Jingwei was shocked. As a killer, she kept one eye open even when she was resting. But last night, at the end of last night, she actually fell asleep completely and forgot to be alert. Was she too tired? Jingwei moved her neck in thought, and Yang Chong, her current husband, appeared in her sight.

Yang Chong was now sitting cross-legged on the outside of the bed, facing the sunlight shining into the room. His breathing was very rhythmic. Jing Wei could even sense the true energy in Yang Chong's body, which she thought was quite strong.

But the aura on Yang Chong made Jingwei feel a little strange. That kind of true energy had the charm of a great man and was definitely a righteous martial art. But somehow, Jingwei could feel a gloomy and weird feeling from the flow of Yang Chong's true energy. The contrast between the positive and the negative made it even more weird.

Jingwei looked at Yang Chong's back. His thick black hair fell behind him, covering the muscles of his back, but the outline alone gave people a feeling of strength. There seemed to be true energy flowing through the meridians between his arms, which were not thick but strong. Jingwei had already had a full and real experience of the power of this body last night.

He is currently practicing the six parts of the Yan Emperor's inheritance that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Yang family, which is the purpose of my mission this time? Jingwei moved her body slightly while thinking, and then frowned. The feeling from her body made her feel a little uncomfortable and a little painful, but if it was just pain, it wouldn't make her so.

In her career as a killer, she had suffered worse injuries, and the pain she felt then was much more intense than it was now. But along with the pain, there was another indescribable feeling.

This thing that was beyond Jingwei's cognition made her show a hint of dissatisfaction, and she hated this feeling.

At this time, Yang Chong had no intention of caring about Jing Wei's thoughts. He had already put all his mind into cultivation.

Yang Chong attracted the external vital energy into his body, and while the Nine Yin True Qi was circulating, it performed the function of Yi Jin Jian Gu Chapter, nourishing the meridians and strengthening the tendons and bones.

It was not until the scorching sun was high in the sky that Yang Chong woke up from his practice. He then turned his head to look at his lovely wife beside him. She was looking at him curiously and asked with her red lips opened, "Husband, were you practicing just now?"

"My lady, you also know about cultivation?" Yang Chong asked in surprise.

"I don't know, but my husband looked like he was practicing just now. I could feel a warm feeling even when I was just staying by your side." Jingwei said to the husband in front of her with her eyes flashing. She had already entered the role of Luowang Killer and was asking Yang Chong about his secrets.

"My wife is now a member of our Yang family, so these things should not be a secret to you." Yang Chong said.

"Is it appropriate?" Jingwei asked. There was no trace of curiosity on her face, but her slightly pricked ears betrayed her thoughts.

She approached Yang Chong for the secrets of the six divisions of Emperor Yan inherited by the Yang family. Now that she had handed over everything, it was impossible for her to give up this mission. Now that Yang Chong took the initiative to agree, she naturally had to investigate thoroughly.

Otherwise, last night’s loss would have been in vain.

But, did Jingwei really get nothing?

That's not entirely true. Jingwei's physique? That's extraordinary.

Chapter 41 It’s over, it’s over

"What's inappropriate? You are my wife now, we are a family, and we are the closest people to each other in the world." Yang Chong stretched out his hand and stroked Jingwei's pretty face. Even though he had tasted everything about her last night, even though he knew that she was a killer of Luowang and had a deadly poison, he still felt a restlessness burning in his heart.

But I am not a lustful person. Jiang Nu has been my bedside maid for a year, and I never touched her. Yan Lingji is a great enchantress who calls me brother in a coquettish voice all day long, but I haven't done anything inappropriate to her, right?

I just compromised and sacrificed my appearance just to survive, I had no choice but to do this. Yang Chong thought to himself, but he no longer felt any burden in his heart.

In front of Jingwei's eyes that could reflect his own shadow, Yang Chong continued, "The martial arts I practice is called Nine Yin Manual, which is a kind of... well, a very strong martial arts. To be precise, it's not one kind, but a set of martial arts involving internal strength, martial arts, body movements, illusions, etc."

"Nine Yin Scriptures? Is my husband a disciple of Taoism?" Jingwei asked in surprise. Nine Yin, Nine Yin, it seems that only Taoists or people from the Yin-Yang school would use such words.

“No, the Nine Yin Scriptures is our Yang family’s inherited martial art.” Yang Chong explained, but his palm had already moved downwards uncontrollably until he grasped one point, and then he felt a sense of fulfillment and solidity.