Qiu Honglei was already extremely beautiful on ordinary days, but now her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were like water, her eyebrows were full of charm, and her lips had a rosy and alluring color.
In that instant, he couldn't help but sigh that all the women he had ever seen in his life were just ordinary beauties. As long as the Holy Maiden became his wife, even if he dismissed all his concubines, it would be worth it to spend his whole life with only her.
"Holy Maiden, you are so beautiful!" He was a seasoned womanizer, but at this moment he was like a naive young man seeing his beloved, and for a moment he couldn't utter a single one of his usual flirtatious words.
"You've seen it all, now you can go back!" Qiu Honglei said, about to close the window.
"Wait!" Fang Long stared at him intently, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "Didn't those maids comb the Holy Maiden's hair? I need to teach them a lesson."
The beautiful woman upstairs had disheveled hair, which, while breathtakingly alluring, seemed somewhat mismatched with her elaborate gown.
"It's nothing. I just thought their hairstyles didn't look good, so I wanted to do them myself, and then you showed up." Qiu Honglei's fingers gripped the window frame tightly, while her other hand pinched her lover hard behind her.
This guy is deadly!
Fortunately, she only opened the window halfway, and the exposed half of her body was enough to block the view below.
Fang Long then understood: "That's right, how could the aesthetic sense of those maids compare to that of the Holy Maiden?"
Seeing how much Qiu Honglei cared about her makeup, he couldn't help but feel delighted. It seemed she planned to marry him tomorrow looking her most beautiful.
However, he did not know that Qiu Honglei was filled with coldness at this moment. If it weren't for the need to capture Lu Sanyuan and the others in one fell swoop at tomorrow's wedding to save her master, she would not have bothered to be hypocritical with the other party under these circumstances.
"Then I won't disturb the Holy Maiden any longer. See you tomorrow." Wanting to leave a gentlemanly impression on her, Heron bowed gracefully and departed.
As he left, he couldn't help but look back every few steps. He saw the saintess leaning against the window, her expression sweet and charming, her body swaying slightly. She seemed to be in a good mood.
The thought that such a beautiful woman would become his bride tomorrow made Hendrik Willem Van Loon's heart flutter.
After Hendrik Willem Van Loon finally left, Qiu Honglei could no longer hold on and collapsed, her body going limp. Somewhat ashamed and annoyed, she bit her lover hard.
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The next day, Qiuchi was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and soon the wedding procession arrived at the villa.
Not long after, they carried a bridal sedan chair to the Yin-Yang Dao's headquarters.
The procession was filled with the joy of gongs and drums, and many disciples gathered to watch. Many male disciples of the Demonic Sect wept bitterly, for their goddess was getting married today.
As for the female disciples, they were somewhat gloating. Over the years, Qiu Honglei had suffocated them, but now that she was married, they had one less competitor.
Just then, a figure suddenly sprang up from the crowd, moving with lightning speed. A slender sword, now only a flash of cold light, pierced straight into the bridal sedan chair, from which came a woman's scream.
Everyone was stunned; no one expected that the Holy Maiden would be assassinated.
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