Chapter 587
Who wants to tear them apart?
Who are they?
What's wrong?
Would a hypocrite assign such a fool to serve his young bride?
So you say He doesn't care about the bride? It turns out that the only one who truly loves the bride is himself!
The madman once again viciously attacked the main personality, wishing he could expose the other party's ugly true face directly in front of the young bride, so that she would completely despise the hypocrite and throw herself into his arms.
spirits:"……"
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Mo'er and the other fools: "..."
This is a classic case of collateral damage caused by a fire in the city walls.
But Mo'er and the others didn't dare to speak up to prove themselves, because the gaze of the other ghost was too terrifying.
If they hadn't retained a sliver of reason, knowing that the young mistress was still there and they couldn't faint, they would have collapsed to the ground.
"roll!"
A cold and authoritative voice suddenly appeared in their minds, and Mo'er and the others trembled uncontrollably, quickly retreating with their plates.
It wasn't that they didn't care about the young mistress, but rather that no one could defy the commands of the gods and spirits.
Madam... please hold on!
Seeing them run out as if their lives depended on it, Wen Xin's face was full of confusion. "What's going on?"
Although she knew that Mo'er and the others were afraid of ghosts and gods, they had never been this flustered before.
Wen Xin turned to look at the man beside her and asked suspiciously, "Did you do something to them?"
The madman, as if he had suffered a great injustice, cried out, "Little bride, is this how you think of me?"
However, He was secretly plotting: It was one thing for the young bride to care about the hypocrite, but why did it seem as if those few stupid devils were also in His sights?
Just strangle him!
Mo'er and the other ghost maids: "..." What did they do to deserve this?
The working class is suffering.
What's even more unbearable is that the boss/landlord is a crazy lunatic with a screw loose (objective description, no blasphemy intended).
Of course, that crazy god was just thinking about it. As long as Mo'er and the others didn't hurt the little bride, He wouldn't take it upon Himself to attack the people around her.
This was the first lesson she taught Him: to respect Her.
Seeing that He looked aggrieved, Wen Xin realized that she had gone too far with her words and quickly explained, "That's not what I meant... I'm sorry."
Mo'er and the others were afraid of Him, perhaps only because of the oppressive feeling of the man who was the owner of the house, and besides, the man in front of them was more unpredictable than his brother.
The madman seized the opportunity and touched the little bride's soft little hand, saying, "It's not your fault. I went too far before and made you distrust me."
Seeing how understanding He was, Wen Xin felt even more embarrassed and promised, "I won't doubt you so easily anymore."
The madman, with gentle features and deep affection, said, "As long as you're willing to believe in me, that's enough."
Wen Xin blushed slightly and couldn't help but pull her hand away. "Let's eat."
"good."
He picked up his chopsticks and served her some food.
Wen Xin was taken aback. "Aren't you supposed to be unable to eat whole grains?"
"It's not that it's inedible, it just has no taste at all."
"and you……"
The madman chuckled softly, "Just looking at you makes me feel like I'm eating food. Even the most tasteless things become delicious."
Wen Xin: "..."
Her face flushed, and she scolded Him with a pitiful look in her eyes, "If you say that again, go back to the shrine."
The madman raised his hands in surrender, saying, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Hurry up and eat, the food is getting cold."
Wen Xin gave a soft hum, stopped looking at him, and focused on eating. In truth, only she knew how fast her heart was beating.
The mad god gazed at His lovely little bride with a gentle smile.
After the meal, Wen Xin went to the washroom and came out to find Him still sitting on the daybed in the outer room, not having left.
The sun had completely set outside, and the sky was pitch black, but the room was brightly lit by candlelight.
That's how Wen Xin was able to see His appearance more clearly.
At this moment, He was bound by iron chains, and a hideous black mist surrounded Him. His once perfect handsome face was covered with strange black patterns, like a demon emerging from a bottomless abyss. He had lost all his divinity and was left only with brutal killing and eerie terror.
The girl's eyes widened in horror, her face turning deathly pale. Her frail constitution made her legs go weak, and she trembled so much that she could barely stand.
Even though they knew long ago that He was not an ordinary person, but a strange being from a different dimension than humans, and were used to His various inhuman characteristics, they were not really afraid of Him.
But every time she accidentally touches it, her body still can't help but want to go limp.
The mad ghost appeared behind her in the blink of an eye, and Wen Xin fell right into its arms, yet she couldn't see the eeriness emanating from it.
The familiar scent of sandalwood surrounded her, and her trust and attachment to Him overcame her instinctive fear.
Wen Xin slowly calmed her heartbeat and body, but her voice still trembled slightly, "What's wrong with you?"
"Don't you want to know why the false...He doesn't want you to stay in the shrine at night?"
The madman gently embraced the girl from behind, whispering in her ear.
His aura was icy cold, yet when it touched her skin, it burned like flames, making her ears and neck blush with a peach-like pink.
The girl's eyes were like water, and she instinctively clutched the hem of her skirt. "Are you going to tell me?"
"If you want to know, I'll tell you," the madman chuckled, his tone ambiguous. "Little bride, are you afraid of me, or are you shy?"
Wen Xin blushed instantly, and angrily tried to break free from his embrace, saying, "Fine, don't tell me then."
He smiled and hugged her tightly, "Aren't you still weak? Don't move around. If you fall, I'll be the one who's heartbroken."
Wen Xin bit her lip, "You..." You scoundrel!
"Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore," He coaxed her gently. "Did I scare you just now?"
The girl pouted and snorted, "I'm not that timid."
If a gentle spirit asked her this question, she would definitely nervously explain it, but if it were some rogue behind her, Wen Xin wouldn't want to comfort him, she would just want to talk back to him.
But isn't this another form of relaxation and freedom?
Perhaps without realizing it, she had already placed Him on an equal footing with herself, not as a high and untouchable deity, but simply as a newlywed husband with whom she was experiencing some friction and developing feelings.
The madman and the ghosts didn't seem to mind at all; their brows were full of smiles, and their voices became increasingly indulgent.
"Yes, my little bride is the bravest."
Wen Xin: "...Are you trying to coax a three-year-old?"
And why does this sound like a sarcastic remark to her?
He lovingly touched her little face; according to their age difference, she really was younger than a three-year-old child to Him.
The girl seemed to guess what he meant, and after a long silence, she slowly uttered five words, "Pervert, shameless old man, old lecher."
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