Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 25 Darkness

Chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the corner.

The morning breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, filling the entire courtyard.

Luo Qingfeng buried Hei Xiu among the flowers.

The soft soil and golden flowers form its small grave.

However, it probably prefers to stay in Linshan Village.

There it has the mountains and rivers it loves, the sunshine it loves, and its beloved grandmother.

The memory has not been lost.

The moment I saw it die so tragically, waves of memories surged into my mind.

He suddenly realized that these were originally his own memories.

It doesn't belong to anyone else.

He stood in the corner for a long time, then turned around and looked at the closed window.

That was his new house.

But a demon lived in the new house.

Is she using Hei Xiu's corpse to threaten him, forcing him to marry her tomorrow?

Alright, let's hold the wedding ceremony tomorrow.

He wanted to see what she was really up to.

A cool morning breeze blew by, scattering his thoughts and interrupting the memories in his mind.

He took the money and left the courtyard.

After buying cooked meat at the butcher shop, I left the town and returned to the woods.

Before long, the sound of boxing practice came from the woods.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several large trees crashed to the ground under the murderous fist.

The two stars that open the heavens are strong enough to withstand blows and crush stubborn rocks!

He clearly felt that his strength today was much greater than yesterday, and the power of his fist technique had also increased significantly.

His physical strength is also incomparable to what it used to be.

At the same time, it possesses a stronger and more sustained explosive power!

"magic!"

He growled in a low voice and threw a punch.

A large tree stood before them, its trunk instantly shattering, and leaves rustling down.

The entire tree snapped and fell to the ground.

While he was practicing boxing.

In a grove of trees to the south, the naturally naive girl in the patched black dress was standing there lost in thought again.

She seemed to be waiting for something.

But looking at her blank and silly expression, it seemed like she was just spacing out.

It was evening.

Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, Luo Qingfeng returned to the small town, covered in sweat and exhausted.

The courtyard was quiet and deserted.

Only in a corner where flowers bloom, lies a lonely soul buried.

Luo Qingfeng took a shower, changed his clothes, and went to a corner.

After standing there for a moment, he went inside.

Just as he was about to return to his room, he suddenly looked towards the room opposite.

The door was ajar, not closed.

He hesitated for a moment, glanced outside again, and then suddenly walked over.

I pushed open the door and entered the room.

The new house is just as it was before.

Red candles lined up side by side, the character for "happiness" appeared in pairs, and the whole room was filled with the festive color of red.

bedside.

The bright red wedding robe hung there conspicuously, as if showing off its beauty to him.

But perhaps even it doesn't know what kind of body lies hidden beneath its beautiful exterior.

At the foot of the bed, a pure white chastity cloth was neatly folded.

Just like before, he looked when he was preparing to marry her.

Luo Qingfeng stood in front of the bed, looking at everything before him. He suddenly remembered the fantasies he had before the wedding, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

The beautiful wife he imagined was actually a demon, a ruthless and cruel demon.

What an irony.

He stood in the room for a while longer, and just as he was about to leave, his nose twitched as if he had caught a faint smell of blood.

He followed the scent of blood and his gaze fell on the wardrobe.

His heart began to pound.

At that moment, he was actually a little scared and dared not go over to check.

However, he still went over.

Holding my breath, I opened the wardrobe and searched inside.

Suddenly, in the innermost corner, he saw something bloody!

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a heart that had been bitten off!

Black Heart!

He reached out with trembling hands and took it out, his fear instantly turning into boundless rage!

He slowly clenched his fist and closed his eyes.

After a long silence, it slowly relaxed again.

"Hey, don't be afraid..."

He spoke softly, walked out of the room, and came to the flower bushes in the corner of the courtyard.

They dug up the soil and buried it there.

"I've heard that cats have nine lives."

"I hope you're doing well in another world, and that you'll never encounter a useless master like me again, nor suffer such pain again..."

"Living happily and joyfully is the best thing..."

Luo Qingfeng squatted in front of the small grave, head down, talking to himself.

A sudden pang of pain shot through my heart.

I don't know if it's for the dead Hei Xiu, or for myself who may also be dying soon.

Or perhaps, for other reasons.

The sun gradually set.

The light in the courtyard had dimmed without anyone noticing.

The evening breeze carried a chill, as if it had seeped into my heart.

Just then, footsteps and a familiar, clear voice came from the courtyard gate: "Brother Feng, Zhao'er is back! Zhao'er bought you a new pair of shoes, try them on quickly!"

Luo Qingfeng squatted in the corner, motionless, and did not get up.

The flames of anger still burned in his chest.

A girl in a red dress ran into the courtyard. Just as she was about to run into the house, she suddenly noticed him, paused for a moment, and then quickly ran over and said, "Brother Feng, what are you doing squatting here? Are you relieving yourself?"

Luo Qingfeng looked at the soil in front of him, as if he hadn't heard her words.

Su Zhao'er handed him the new shoes, shaking them as she said with a smile, "Brother Feng, look! These are the new shoes Zhao'er bought for you! You must wear them when we get married tomorrow!"

Luo Qingfeng lowered his head and remained silent for a while before suddenly turning to look at her: "What if I don't wear it? What will you do?"

Su Zhao'er was slightly taken aback, looking at his somewhat reddened eyes, and asked, "Brother Feng, what's wrong?"

Luo Qingfeng stared at her dark eyes and youthful face, and images of a black, blood-soaked corpse and those amber eyes that hadn't closed even in death flashed through his mind. His hands, covered in mud, slowly clenched.

Su Zhao'er pouted, "Brother Feng, you're not going to find another excuse not to marry Zhao'er, are you? Humph, if you don't marry Zhao'er soon..."

"Will you kill me?"

Luo Qingfeng suddenly said coldly.

Su Zhao'er was taken aback: "Brother Feng, you..."

I'm tired.

Luo Qingfeng suddenly stood up and said coldly, "I don't need your shoes. I have my own."

After saying that, he went inside and closed the door.

Holding her new shoes, Su Zhao'er stood blankly in the courtyard until Zi'er returned. She then hurriedly asked in a low voice, "Zi'er, what's wrong with Brother Feng? Who made him angry?"

Zi'er, holding a bowl of chicken soup, looked bewildered: "No, I don't know either."

Su Zhao'er looked at the chicken soup in her hand and swallowed.

Zi'er said, "It was made by Miss for Young Master. He uses his brain to study every day and needs to replenish his energy."

Su Zhao'er quickly handed her the shoes, took the chicken soup, and said, "I'll take it to Brother A-Feng."

But when she entered the house and called out at the door, there was no response from inside.

Su Zhao'er said pitifully, "Brother Feng, what's wrong with you? Please tell me, Zhao'er."

Much later.

Luo Qingfeng's voice came from above the room: "I'm not angry. I'm just a little tired and want to rest early."

Su Zhao'er quickly said, "Then Brother Feng, you should drink the chicken soup first."

Luo Qingfeng said, "You drink it yourself."

Su Zhao'er pouted and stood at the door for a while before leaving dejectedly.

A while later.

She walked back and said softly, "Brother Feng, if you don't want to marry Zhao'er, then forget it. Zhao'er won't force you anymore, okay? Just don't be angry with Zhao'er."

After a moment of silence in the room, Luo Qingfeng's voice rang out: "Of course we'll get married. How could I dare not marry you? Don't worry, I will definitely have our wedding ceremony tomorrow."

Su Zhao'er lowered her head, stood silently at the door for a while, then sighed softly, turned around and left, returning to her room.

She sat down in front of the vanity mirror and stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

"Does Brother Feng think Zhao'er isn't pretty enough? Oh, right, so Brother Feng has never seen a beautiful young lady in the village. Now that he's seen Sister Wan'er, he must be disgusted with me..."

She gently stroked her cheek, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

After a long time, she finally made up her mind.

"Alright, tomorrow night in the bridal chamber, after drinking the nuptial wine with Brother Feng, Zhao'er will give him a surprise..."

The girl in the mirror slowly peeled off the mask from her face.

That night.

Luo Qingfeng did not cultivate; he went to bed early to prepare for sleep.

He doesn't know what kind of crisis he will face after the wedding ceremony tomorrow, so he must maintain his best mental state.

He soon fell asleep.

Outside the window, the moonlight was bright and clear, and all was quiet.

I don't know how much time passed.

Suddenly, wisps of black energy appeared between his brows, like tiny living creatures wriggling and swaying on his forehead.

Meanwhile, a dark shadow was silently reflected in a window not far away.