Chapter 12 Don't leave, we haven't drunk the wedding wine yet
Si Cang pushed Duan Anluo away.
Duan Anluo sat down on the chair. He didn't know if it was because Si Cang was too unlucky or if the chair was just old, but he heard a "click" and felt something empty under his butt, and he leaned back uncontrollably.
Duan Anluo screamed, but before he could react, a big hand grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
Si Cang loosened his hand in a second, looked at the broken chair, his thin lips stretched into a straight line, and then looked at Duan Anluo who seemed to be about to jump into his arms at any time, and took a half step back.
Duan Anluo narrowed his eyes and said, "Why are you hiding from me? Are you afraid that I'll die and fall on your feet?"
Si Cang frowned. It had been a long time since he had seen someone so weak yet so arrogant.
Duan Anluo laughed. Heirs from large families like these were the most amusing to tease. He was wearing a black dragon tail ring; only reclusive families would indulge in such pretentious status symbols.
The aura emanating from this man's body is as sharp as a knife. He does not belong to Taoism or Buddhism. He follows the path of stopping killing with killing. His character can be seen from the attributes of his martial arts - he is strong and decisive, never drags his feet, and has a strong murderous intention.
He probably hates trouble, and the way to solve trouble is to kill him directly, because this method is the simplest and most efficient.
On the other hand, his body couldn't withstand a punch from the opponent, his soul was unstable, and his spiritual power hadn't recovered to one-tenth of what it used to be. If the opponent wanted to kill him, he probably wouldn't even need to use his fists, and breaking his neck would only take a second.
Can't run away, can't fight, can't pay back the debt.
Duan Anluo has completely given up, so I won’t return it!
The threads of marriage are tied and cannot be untied anyway, so just accept your fate.
He found a grandmother for Yuan'er, a good fighter with a good background. Anyway, he and his father were old, weak, sick, disabled and stupid, and they had no food to eat, so they could be buried wherever they died without any fear.
Duan Anluo took a step forward, his momentum no less: "That ghost marriage caused me to be put into a coffin and buried alive. Do you know what it feels like to wait for death in a coffin?"
Si Cang's fingertips trembled, and things that had long been forgotten surged up from the depths of his memory.
Duan Anluo pressed on, "The thread of our marriage is so tight that I can't escape. To break the contract, I've been looking for you for a long time, from the unfamiliar mountains all the way to the imperial capital. My legs are almost broken from walking, and I'm almost dead from exhaustion. Where are you?"
Si Cang: “…”
Jiang Yuan, who ran out after hearing the noise, was stunned. Wasn't the master not allowed to take the bus because he didn't have an ID card?
And the master didn't walk either. He was the one who pulled the master back in a cart. Finally, they met a kind-hearted person who gave them a ride and brought them back.
Si Cang frowned, "You've said so much, but you still haven't explained why my luck and merit are with you?"
Duan Anluo didn't give him a good look, "Isn't it obvious? You've been tricked."
He tapped his heart with his fingertips and said, "I was also plotted against, but the contract is real. Do you want to kill your husband?"
Si Cang was so angry that he laughed. It was the first time he met such a person. He couldn't be beaten, couldn't be talked down, and was unreasonable. What's more, his body was so weak that he would die if he was touched.
Duan Anluo kicked the broken chairs aside, clearing the doorway, and turned to go inside. "If you want to know the truth, just come in and tell me. Don't stand there pretending to be a stick. I don't need you to hold the door open."
Si Cang clenched his fists, then loosened them and followed him in with a cold face.
Duan Anluo moved two more chairs for the other party to sit on. He was tired from craning his neck. "Does anyone know your birth date?"
Generally speaking, people in this line of work will not reveal their birth dates, let alone give their blood and hair to others.
"My masters." Si Cang sat down and leaned to the side, not touching the table with crooked legs.
Duan Anluo asked: "Will they tell anyone?"
Si Cang's expression remained calm: "He was already dead. I killed him with my own hands. They don't have a chance to speak now."
Duan Anluo choked. In this line of work, killing one's master is like killing one's father, a grave taboo. But this man didn't have that bloody causal thread. What had his masters done to him that even Heaven deemed him worthy of death?
Duan Anluo wanted to calculate his past, but as soon as he came into contact with it, his spiritual consciousness seemed to have touched a black vortex. The extreme danger and suffocation made him retreat quickly.
He has told fortunes for so many people, but this is the first time he has seen someone like this.
He couldn't calculate, so he could only ask, "Where are your parents? Will they tell anyone?"
Si Cang's eyes turned cold and he didn't answer.
Duan Anluo had a bad feeling in his heart. Yuan'er, your grandmaster's house is not very safe. If you meet a better one in the future, your grandmaster will replace it for you.
He sighed and changed the subject, "Yuan'er, make a pot of tea."
Jiang Yuan kept looking back at Si Cang's enviable height and took out his new stock from the cabinet. "Tea is too expensive. I bought some drinks."
Jiang Yuan put the drink on the table and glanced at Si Cang cautiously. He was very envious of Si Cang, whose real height was only 1.535 meters.
Si Cang stared at the row of Wahaha AD calcium milks with straws on the table, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Duan Anluo did not miss this point and thought to himself, could he have seen it before?
How miserable, he lives even worse than this ancient man.
He pushed the breast in front of the other person, "What's your name?"
"Si Cang."
"My name is Duan Anluo, and we are officially acquainted now."
Si Cang silently examined Duan Anluo's overly beautiful eyes, not seeing a trace of fear in them. Only someone with a trump card would show no fear in a life-or-death situation. He thought of Duan Anluo's information: a very strong? A sickly person?
Seeing that he had calmed the man down, Duan Anluo carefully recounted the situation at that time, of course concealing the fact that he was reborn. In the end, he concluded: they had all been tricked.
Seeing Si Cang's face growing colder, Duan Anluo quickly said, "Your destiny is now connected to my life. If I forcibly take it back, I might die, and you will also suffer the backlash. The contract between our souls has been tied tightly and cannot be broken for the time being."
Si Cang said indifferently: "I don't care."
He can die, but he cannot be controlled by anyone.
Duan Anluo asked dissatisfiedly, "How can you be so cruel? I'm almost dying and I just want to know who I married and what she looked like. But you want to kill me as soon as you get here. You don't want to live, but I don't want to die either!"
Si Cang calmly corrected his mistake: "You remembered it wrongly. The person with the veil in the dream was you."
Duan Anluo was speechless. You remember it very clearly!
Si Cang lowered his eyes and calmly analyzed Duan Anluo's words. If Duan Anluo was telling the truth, then this matter could not be entirely blamed on Duan Anluo.
This might be a conspiracy against him, and Duan Anluo was implicated by him.
Twenty years ago, an old Taoist priest predicted that he bore the fate of China. From then on, his life was no longer his own, but that of the people of the world. To prove his right, they tortured him for three years. And for the sake of the so-called people of the world, they tortured him for another fourteen years, under the pretext of strengthening him.
They believed that as long as he was alive, he could maintain peace in the world. His soul could be discarded, only his fate would remain, and he could change his body if necessary.
Conversely, some people would think that if their fate is destroyed, it would be easier to kill them, and once they die, it would be much easier for them to wreak havoc on the world.
Seeing that he was silent and the murderous aura on his body was flashing, Duan Anluo thought he was hesitating whether to kill him and take away his luck, so he took the initiative to speak: "You want to take your luck back now, and I can't stop you. But before you kill me, can we have a drink first? We haven't finished the wedding wine yet."
Si Cang rejected him ruthlessly, "I'm not interested in you."
Duan Anluo had a hurt expression on his face, "I bowed down to heaven and earth in my dream, and now you turn your back on me!"
Si Cang thought of that absurd dream and his face turned cold unnaturally. "I will find a way to break the contract. I'm sorry for getting you into trouble."
Duan Anluo was surprised, "You're not going to take it back?"
"I'm giving it to you." He hated this fate, but if something that belonged to him became dirty, smelly, or rotten, no one else could touch it, even if he threw it away.
Not to mention being stolen.
Now that he knew it wasn't stolen by Duan Anluo, the disgusting feeling in his heart disappeared, and he would just give it to him if he needed it.
Duan Anluo saw that he was serious, like a cold weapon without any interest, and suddenly wanted to tease him, "Is it a betrothal gift or a dowry for me?"
When Duan Anluo's eyes are narrowed, they look a bit like fox eyes, which are more charming than peach blossom eyes. It can be said that he is affectionate even when looking at a dog.
Si Cang stood up suddenly and wanted to leave. Duan Anluo also stood up and said seriously: "Let's cooperate and find the people who hurt us together. I can remove the evil spirit from you, and I will use your luck and merits to survive. Let's make up for it by drinking the wedding wine today. From now on, we will be a same-sex couple, sharing happiness and difficulties, uh..."
Si Cang grabbed his neck.
Duan Anluo admitted his mistake honestly and said miserably, "I'm sorry."
Si Cang let him go, turned around and left. He couldn't bear it any longer.
He has left a mark on Duan Anluo, just like a positioning system, so he can find him at any time.
Duan Anluo swiftly chased to the door, leaned against the door frame, and weakly instructed: "I'm waiting for you to find out the truth and come back to me! You must be careful and don't get killed! Come back to see me when you have time! I'll wait for you at home!"
If possible, Duan Anluo would like to say a classic line from a melodramatic skit: Raise our children~
He didn't dare to say it, for he was afraid that Si Cang would come back and strangle him.
Si Cang didn't stop for a moment. He stretched out his long legs, walked quickly to the street, and got into a black SUV.
The driver was a young, white-haired man with pigtails. Seeing his sullen expression, he asked worriedly, "How is it?"
Si Cang held his forehead and didn't want to talk.
This sickly guy rolled his eyes when his neck was pinched, and jumped around as soon as his hands were let go, and even dared to tease him.
After being shocked, Baimao really wanted to go down and see what a powerful master this was who could make Si Cang show such an expression.
Duan Anluo folded his hands. He discovered that the person who had saved Mu Qingzhuo's life with a trace of the guardian spirit's spiritual energy was Si Cang.
He asked Mu Qingzhuo, but Mu Qingzhuo had no recollection of it. It was probably Si Cang who happened to be passing by and casually saved him, without even thinking of asking for anything in return.
Tsk tsk, he really doesn't know how to live. This makes him look like a peasant who needs money for everything, not very noble.
Speaking of Mu Qingzhuo, Duan Anluo counted on his fingers again. It had been several days, and he had no idea how things were going with his eldest son's family affairs.
His eldest son was in a bad mood at this time.
Mu Qingzhuo stood in the middle of the Mu family courtyard, with fresh soil turned over in the past two days under his feet.
A strong stench of decay emanated from the soil, mixed with the sweet fragrance of dead flowers, forming a strange, nauseating smell.
Everything Duan Anluo said came true.
The author has something to say:
Si Cang now: I am not interested in you.
Duan Anluo later said: Please watch the replay and repeat your own words a thousand times.
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