Seeing Sheng Wu coming back quickly, Huai Jin didn't say much. He walked forward silently, his fingertips moved, but he didn't have the courage to hold her hand.
She just raised her lips and smiled gently, her eyes full of soft light.
"Master."
Sheng Wu looked at the "囍" character in his hand and asked, "Did you cut this?"
As she spoke, she stretched out her jade fingers to take the paper-cut from his hand, stroking it gently with her fingertips.
"Well, the other things are all being taken care of by the people arranged by the Sect Master, so I want to cut out a happy character myself and stick it on the window next to our bed. What do you think?"
Sheng Wu lowered her eyes and looked at him, her amber eyes gleaming slightly. She looked up at him, smiled slightly and nodded.
"Okay, you decide." She paused, then remembered something. "We're about to get married, and you still call me 'Master'."
Huai Jin was stunned for a moment, then met her clear and beautiful eyes, and suddenly smiled.
"Okay..." After hesitating for two seconds, he opened his thin lips and tentatively said the two words that he had been looking forward to in his heart but was reluctant to say.
"Awu..."
Although it was just two words, they sounded particularly tender and gentle when spoken from Huai Jin's deep and textured voice.
Looking at his starry eyes, Sheng Wu's cold face showed a faint and gentle smile, with her eyebrows curved.
"Ajin."
Afterwards, the matters here were handed over to the people arranged by Zhao Wuji.
Huai Jin followed Sheng Wu back to her main hall.
This time, Huai Jin was ordered to help Sheng Wu take a bath, but while she was washing, he also went down.
A night of spring in the red tent, but this night was dominated by Sheng Wu.
When Huai Jin was deeply in love, he called out "Awu" countless times.
But Sheng Wu did not call "Ajin" again.
......
late at night.
“Swish!”
Huai Jin, who was half asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were filled with black mist and bloodshot, the veins on the back of his hands that were grabbing the quilt suddenly bulged, and the purple veins made him look abstinent and lustful!
His face turned cold and painful, but he could feel that there was someone beside him, so he suppressed the intense pain and heavy breathing, and carefully turned his head to look at the person next to him who seemed to be sleeping soundly.
He tentatively lifted the quilt, and when he found that Sheng Wu didn't move at all, he slowly got out of bed.
Then he staggered out, holding his heart, and walked towards the study far away from the bedroom.
"vomit!"
After arriving at the study, Huai Jin subconsciously set up a barrier to prevent any movement from alarming Sheng Wu.
At the moment the barrier was completed, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from the corner of his mouth, staining his white inner clothes red!
It even dripped onto the carpet.
Seeing this, Huai Jin frowned deeply. This carpet was given to Awu by Hua Lingjiu, and she liked it.
Huai Jin immediately knelt on the ground, took out the spiritual spring from the space, and immediately carefully dealt with the bloodstain. He had often killed people to absorb their spiritual energy, and sometimes he was disgusted by the blood on his body, so he got used to dealing with bloodstains.
But this time, his blood could not be handled properly, because the deep red was stained with black!
Even when he had just wiped it clean, he suddenly couldn't stop spitting out black blood from his mouth. It looked weird and cold, and it was frightening!
Huai Jin's pupils trembled, and his fingertips trembled as he quickly cleaned up the bloodstains on the carpet.
He knew that this was the result of his almost going insane and being unable to suppress his evil spirit. However, the only thing that could be suppressed in his previous life was the resentment in Sheng Wu's body after her death. She was powerful enough, and the resentment contained the unique nourishment of the ruthless way, which could balance his evil spirit.
He had been suppressing it for five years, so why was it still so ferocious, leaving him no chance to defend himself? He had been following Sheng Wu's arrangements all these years, or he wanted to kill people and absorb their energy, and he was so eager for quick success that his body couldn't bear it.
No, he is getting married tomorrow, it’s his wedding with his master, he can’t get into trouble at this time!
He is unwilling to accept it!
Huai Jin clenched his fists tightly, then immediately swallowed a pill and sat cross-legged on the carpet to gather his energy.
He closed his eyes, and the black and red intertwined spiritual energy in his hands continued to be released. The blue veins on the back of his hands were faintly covered with black silk threads. He was forcibly exercising his power, suppressing the evil spirits at the cost of burning his life!
After about ten minutes, Huai Jin's pale face finally became rosy and shiny.
Then he opened his eyes, immediately stood up and walked to a mirror in front of the desk. He stood in front of the mirror and slowly reached out and placed his hand on the silver mask that Sheng Wu had given him on the left side of his face.
His pupils moved slightly and he hesitated for a second, then Huai Jin pursed his lips and took off the mask with his fingers.
This is a handsome face that cannot be described in words.
Under the mask that Huai Jin had worn for ten years, the place where there was originally an ugly black birthmark was now smooth and flawless, with clear and smooth contours, a straight nose, and he was as handsome as a demon.
Especially the slightly raised scarlet at the corners of his eyes, which exudes a silent charm, if there really needs to be an adjective.
That is the mysterious temptation of a siren.
Looking at the birthmark seal that he had finally removed at the cost of his life, Huai Jin's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but laugh softly. His pupils were misty with joy, and the corners of his eyes were desolate and crimson.
He finally doesn't have to bear that ugly face anymore, and can have a perfect marriage with his master tomorrow!
He can give his best to his master and will not let her be ashamed or regretful. He is better than Yu Chenming!
Huai Jin's eyes were filled with longing and soft light for tomorrow. He looked into the distance in the direction of the bedroom with extremely tender affection and paranoid love.
Finally, he cleaned up the smell of blood and traces in the study and was about to turn around and return to the bedroom.
Suddenly, he stopped.
With a calm and handsome face, he slowly turned his head and stared at the painting covered with white gauze on the wall.
For some reason, Huai Jin walked over as if possessed. Perhaps he was thinking of Sheng Wu ten years ago, or even the five years when he had been with her, when she rarely but devotedly painted.
His eyes moved. He had never seen Sheng Wu paint a complete painting, or rather, a painting without a human face.
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