The wedding room was full of red silk, and the bright and warm red came into view, reflecting the man's red dress and wedding clothes were as beautiful as a painting, like a demon walking out of the mural, bewitching people's hearts.

When Chu Zhouzhi walked in lazily, he saw the girl leaning on the wedding bed coldly, and her red dress was not warm. She was playing with the simple bamboo flute in her hand and the red gauze veil was thrown aside at random.

"I haven't lifted the veil yet, why don't you wait for me?" Chu Zhou stopped at the door, leaned against the door, and smiled. He had always been wearing red clothes, now he was bright red wedding clothes, with orchid and jade trees, and his ink hair was tied up with a jade crown, which set off his eyebrows and eyes.

Ranbai Lengbingbing remained silent.

It was his first marriage, and Chu Zhouzhi was a little strange and didn't care much. He walked in, picked a stool next to the rosewood table and sat down. He happened to see a pot of wine and two wine glasses on the table. He poured himself a glass, drank it all, supported his chin with one hand, looked at Ranbai, thinking about it, and said earnestly: "Xiao Jiu, I must make a contribution to the young master in a while."

"After all, that's the silver you use to cure your throat."

"Oh." Ranbai can only issue simple syllables now, and is too lazy to refute what Chu Zhouzhi said.

Chu Zhouzhi poured himself another glass of wine, his fingers were lazy and his fingertips were bright. Although the wedding was sloppy and the wine provided was pretty good, he drank it and suddenly felt something was wrong, "...Xiao Jiuer."

"Um?"

"What's this wine?"

Ranbai glanced at him, thought about it, and made a cup of peace.

"...You mean, I finished drinking the wine one by one?" Chu Zhouzhi's face changed slightly, a little ugly, and his eyes were unstable, which was incredible.

Ranbai nodded.

In theory, this is indeed the case.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Chu Zhouzhi sighed lowly, put down his wine glass, his tone was a little regretful, with a hint of complaint, and his voice unexpectedly lingered in tenderness: "I'll let you taste the sweetness.

"?"

"Forget it, there's nothing good." Chu Zhouzhi quickly let go. He lazily put his forehead, and half of the cold and hard wrist bones were exposed under his red sleeves, comforting her, "Young Master will take you to drink better in the future."

"?"

I thank you.

Ranbai and Chu Zhouzhi waited quietly in the wedding room for an hour, but did not hear any noise. The people in the secret also doubted whether the other party would not come.

"Does we don't look like each other?" Chu Zhouzhi looked at himself, then looked at Ran Bai again, and for a few seconds, teasing her seriously: "It's all your fault, you don't laugh on the wedding night."

Danbai wore a mask, only his chin was exposed, and the expression on his face was not visible, but he still couldn't cover up the cold air. His eyelids were lifted up, and his dark and deep pupils glanced at Chu Zhouzhi.

Chu Zhouzhi walked step by step, calmly and calmly, with affectionate eyes in his peach blossom eyes, and the gurgling spring water looked even more broken and shimmering against the backdrop of red silk. He leaned over and was elegant and noble. He played with a folding fan with his long fingers, gently lifted the girl's chin, and said this sentence in a coaxing tone, "Little mute, laugh."

This tone is so ambiguous that it makes people's scalp numb. The cold folding fan presses against the temperature of the jaw. When Sanbai raised his eyes, he saw the eyes of the people on his body. It was so deep that it was almost unconscious. He always had an untuned smile on his face. At this moment, he seemed deep and dangerous, covering every inch of his skin aggressively.

She frowned coldly and was indifferent.

"Smile." Chu Zhouzhi licked his thin lips. His lips, who had just drunk wine, were so shiny and moist, his voice was low and hoarse, sexy and charming, and a little childish rogue.

Ranbai has not responded yet.

Chu Zhouzhi blinked at her, and was very evil, smiling and shook his head gently, his white fingertips against his thin lips, and his teeth were faintly exposed.

Something suddenly cut through the air—

At that moment, Chu Zhouzhi's eyes turned cold, and he reacted very quickly to hold the girl's thin shoulders and took her away from the divorce bed.

The movement brought the wind, and the two of them were entangled in their red clothes, and the sound of air tearing in their ears. At a distance of closeness, Chu Zhouzhi's body came from where the light fragrance came from and drilled into the white breath. The bright red lips and chin were beautifully reflected in his eyes.

He raised his eyes coldly and ran into the man's eyes.

It is so cold that it is unusual, as if the ghost valley is in the world.

On the big red wedding bed, the red gauze was cut and torn apart, and the red in the sky was floating in the air.

A controversy came from a distance, sharp and shocked the night. It was the sound of the guqin. The sound of the piano was cold and shrill. A short syllable sound seemed to be fiddling with it casually!

Such a strange sound alarmed everyone hiding in the dark. Ranbai looked out the window with his eyes faint and waveless eyes, and the deep sea was bottomless. She took a deep breath, as if she smelled the sweetness in the air.

Finally here.

Although Chu Zhouzhi asked Ranbai to rush forward in advance, someone came, but he thought solemnly for a few seconds and muttered in a low voice: "You should follow me, don't run around."

Seeing Ranbai looking out the window, he was a little dissatisfied and raised his hand to knock the girl's forehead. The force was not strong, as if it was a joke: "Why are you stunned? Did you hear it?"

"No." Ranbai Pingjing jumped out a word, pointed his fingertips and made a gesture to Chu Zhouzhi.

The sound of the piano outside was still ringing, getting closer and closer, tending to sharpen, and the tone was so shocking that the eardrums hurt, but Chu Zhouzhi didn't seem to be affected at all, and he was still thinking about joking with Ran Bai.

"You want to run?"

You just ran away.

Ranbai simply ignored Chu Zhouzhi. She untied her red wedding dress and threw it aside, revealing the neat black clothes inside.

Chu Zhouzhi quietly looked at Ranbai's movements, with the smile in his eyes deep and shallow, and he couldn't figure it out.

The sound of laughter came, and the voice of the woman fell into everyone's ears with the sound of the piano.

The white-haired woman flew over the eaves and walked on the wall, her toes lightly, holding a guqin in her arms, her clothes flew over the eaves, and her fingertips were playing with the strings at will.

Everyone led by Kunmingshan stood up, holding a sword in his hand. The city lord was sweating nervously. He had been praying before that he would catch the murderer tonight. When he could really see the murderer, his pupils suddenly tightened, shocked and unbelievable!

"Do you yellow-haired children want to kill me?" The woman's head was covered in white hair and red clothes as blood. A strange smile appeared on her pale face, and her pleasant voice was completely different from the sound of the piano.

Liang Junshen remained calm, his eyebrows were cold and his eyes raised the sword in his hand, and his voice was loud: "The white-haired witch girl has a disaster, and she has killed more than a hundred people. She should be punished for her crimes!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the woman actually laughed wildly, as if she had heard the funny joke. Her laughter was twisted and sharp, and she said quietly for a while: "You are right, I just don't like them. I will kill all the men and women in Huazhou who dare to get married. What do you think?"

Her eyes turned, and she looked at the city lord with soft waves, and she called out softly: "Haozhi?"
Chapter completed!