ng with skepticism.I briefly mentioned that it was my master's wife, Mu Xiaqiao, who said to call this number if you need help.He listened for a long while, then suddenly asked, "Is Xiao Qiao your mis...nebulae change, mountains and rivers shift.

If such a scenario were to occur, perhaps it would be the end.

But Mu Wanchen was very calm. He didn't seem worried, but instead took my hand and comforted me, "You worry too much. This future might not come for a long time. You don't have to overthink it. Just pick out what you like tonight and tomorrow. I just saw Zhu Jin bring in some accessories. You can try them on. Take whatever you like."

Accessories I raise an eyebrow, those antiquated hairpins and bells

We walked all the way back to his bedroom, and there were several large boxes in the room. This was more than "some" accessories! It was an entire room full of accessories.

Zhu Jin had already rummaged through everything, displaying her belongings. The whole room was sparkling with jewels and precious objects, almost blinding me.

Fine jade, precious stones, gold and silver utensils, hairpins, fans, rings and bracelets – each one is exquisitely crafted and unparalleled in beauty.

"...All of this is for me" I rubbed my hands, although it's not good to refuse a gift, but to get so much... I would feel embarrassed.

Zhu Jin nodded and said: "Of course, they are all yours. But you can't wear so many at once. Just choose the ones you like first and wear them, then slowly change them. You won't wear the same thing every day."

I'm not thinking about changing them every day. These things are so beautiful, I'll take a few back to give to my sisters, they'll love them.

"Well, then I won't be polite and accept it" I looked at Mu Wanchen.

Mu Wanchen glanced at me: "Just afraid you won't."

I rubbed my hands together, jewelry is a man's rival after all, how many women don't love it

Besides, it was from her own husband. Of course she would accept it.

When I was choosing the jade, Xiao Shi Niang from Nanshan sent some scriptures and talismans.

I'm more familiar with Taoist talismans. When I opened those books, I saw that my junior wife had made many notes in pencil. It seems she studied the classics very hard back then.

Although cultivation has the blessing of a master, it is ultimately irreplaceable.

The little wife gave me a lot of ghost-binding talismans and instructions on the incantations. She's worried I'm afraid of ghosts, huh

I heard that ghosts generally retain their appearance at the time of death, and those with high magical powers can transform their forms. But think about it, the red-clothed female ghost I saw, she was exactly the gruesome sight of someone who died from poison, with blood streaming from her seven orifices.

Those ghosts trapped in the mirror of the witch king's city... If some died from being poisoned, wouldn't that be terrifying too

I quickly rolled up several sheets of talisman paper and tucked them into my belt, just in case. If a terrifying monster suddenly appeared before me, I'd send him one.

Tonight's sacrificial ceremony is even grander than last night, it seems I was kept in the dark last night.

On either side of the altar, there were noticeably more guards. I looked towards the mouth of the small cave passage where Gu Ling sealed the soul. There was still a black hole there, this kind of spatial rift, even if you blocked the entrance with stones, it would still open a gap in the stone.

Feng Hun lay listlessly in the center of the giant spiderweb, seemingly asleep—this Guiling was very low-key and lazy.

Unlike Xiao Diao'er Xuan Yue who is greedy, or Scorpio Ling Zheng who loves to take credit, it always keeps a low profile and hides in the shadows.

"My lady, these three cups of wine are an offering to the sun, moon, heaven and earth, as well as our ancestors. Please begin..." An elderly woman now instructed me on how to perform the ritual.

The sun and moon tower majestically, the mountains and rivers enjoy the sacrifice.

I'm a bit uncomfortable with this scene of the people kneeling. I awkwardly looked at Mu Wanchen.

His gaze was entirely different from mine.

It seemed to pierce through these people, through the thick mountain walls, through the wind of the gorges and the mist on the river.

I saw into the distant void.

It seems I'm being a bit paranoid. Even if the boundary between realms is blurred here, or there are spells and curses, or even traitors plotting to overthrow...

These things won't stop me from attending his wedding.

I... I should like him, otherwise why would I foolishly let him lead me and accept so many people kneeling before me

"Mu Wanchen."

"Huh" He retracted his gaze and tilted his head slightly to look at me.

"We... are supposed to kiss when we get married, even though it's not a traditional Chinese wedding," I smirked at him.

Such a solemn ceremony, it seems inappropriate to kiss.

I just want to play a prank on him, he said so himself. Let him make a fuss, let him have his fun however he wants.

Asking for a kiss isn't too much, is it

Just as I was about to laugh out loud, he suddenly moved his body and lowered his head.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he stood on the altar and kissed me.

The old woman beside him was startled and her eyes widened. The wine jug she held for the sacrifice fell to the ground by her feet.

Ugh, ~~this kiss is going on a bit too long, isn't it~~

He pinched my shoulders, nipping at the corner of my lips, and chuckled softly: "Don't tell me to stop. I'll keep kissing you, let them keep kneeling and watching."

Well, I still need some face.

"...Just a kiss will do." I pushed his arm.

"Is this what you call ceremony" Mu Wanchen chuckled, pressing his lips against mine before gently nipping at them and then straightening up.

My face is beet red, I really dug my own grave.

The lights flickered, and I stood on the altar, waiting for the witches and priestesses to complete their rituals. Mu Wanchen quietly watched the sacrifices, the firelight dancing in his deep eyes.

He spoke slowly and earnestly: “Xiao Luo’er, from now on, we are bound together morning and night, our lives intertwined. You can come and go freely, do whatever you please, as long as you don't stray too far from me.”

“You said so… then don’t be angry with me.” Sometimes I would make my senior brother angry, who knows when I might make Mu Wanchen angry too.

"...I won't be fierce with you, no matter how you make a fuss."

"Hold on, don't say it like that! I'm not really angry—"

Very fierce!

Who knew that Mu Wanchen smirked, a hint of triumph in his smile, and leisurely said, "No matter how fierce you are, by night you'll be..., obedient..."

I——

"Pff..." A chuckle suddenly echoed from a corner of the altar.

Mu Xiaqiao poked her head out from behind her master and smiled mischievously at me!

"Little wife, you actually peeked at me looking foolish!" I mumbled.

Mu Xia Qiao said with a smile, "No, I'm here to deliver a message for you!"

“Passing on a message What kind of message” I asked.

She puffed out her cheeks and said, "My brother still lives at your place, right He just got a message from the Fuk De Zheng Shen statue in your yard, saying that someone came to your house looking for you. It seems like things got pretty heated. They hope you'll go home. It sounds like they want you to do something."

Huh I'm lost.

Mu Wanchen said in a deep voice, "Even the biggest matter must wait until after the wedding banquet and the sacrifice. Tomorrow at dawn, as the princess of the divine king, you will receive the court's greetings. After the ceremony is complete, we will go back."

"Well, I can probably guess what it is..."similar to an invocation, muttering: “Eighteen-eight God… Eighteen-eight God…”Erba Shen I've never heard of it. What kind of god is thatThe shadow seemed to sense her gestures and voice, suddenly turn...