"But I can't accept it."
【Host, what do you want to do? 】
"Can't you see?"
[Don't you want to stay with Pei Ji? ]
"I thought you knew that all I ever wanted to do was go home."
The wedding date arrived as scheduled, and Yaowang Valley welcomed guests from all over the world to attend the banquet.
Each of them had a name and surname, there were seniors with long-standing reputations in the martial arts world, as well as masters of the time. Some had received favors from Pei Zhou, while others had received favors from Pei Ji, and they all brought very grand gifts.
Many of these people looked familiar to An Jiu. They were his companions who went to fight against the Demon Cult together. These people were poisoned by Hua Meizhong at that time, and later Pei Ji helped them to control it.
People in the underworld value the favor of saving their lives the most. After receiving the wedding invitation, most of them will rush back no matter where they are.
Yaowang Valley became more lively than ever before.
Unfortunately, An Jiu did not live in Yaowang Valley. As her wedding date approached, she came to Zhujian Villa.
Although she and Pei Ji both have no parents and cannot pay homage to their parents, they still have to follow some rules.
For example, before getting married, the engaged couple does not see each other.
Even though this rule was meaningless to the two of them, An Jiu had lived in Yaowang Valley for several months, and even lived in the same room with him. But Pei Ji said in person that he wanted to give her a perfect wedding.
After all, An Jiu had been married twice, and both times were not perfect. There were always some flaws, and the final results were not good either.
Pei Ji couldn't help feeling a little worried.
He was not a superstitious person, but he couldn't help but worry at this moment, fearing that if he broke the rules, he would not get a good result.
He personally discussed with Lin Qingyan's parents and wanted to treat Zhujian Villa as An Jiu's parents' home and let her marry from Zhujian Villa.
Mr. and Mother Lin naturally agreed.
So three days before the wedding, An Jiu moved into Zhujian Mountain Villa. The man who used to stick to her so much and would feel uneasy if he didn't see her for a long time, was unusually quiet this time, and really didn't come to see her once.
On the day of her wedding, An Jiu put on her wedding dress as if she were familiar with it and let someone do her makeup and dressing her up.
It must be said that getting married is really not a strange thing for her.
But this time it was truly the most solemn one.
Everything was ready on her side, so she waited at the Sword-Forging Villa. At dusk, when the sky was filled with bright golden and orange clouds, a young man in red came riding a tall horse and brought a wedding party to the Sword-Forging Villa. He personally held her hand and walked her into the bridal sedan.
The wedding ceremony should naturally be held at dusk.
The funny thing is, the previous two times, they were not done at dusk.
An Jiu had a red veil on his head, so her expression could not be seen, but she could feel him holding her hand, and her palm was damp with a layer of fine sweat.
In all the time they had known each other, she seemed to have never seen him so nervous.
An Jiu sat in the sedan chair, holding an apple in her hand. Accompanied by the festive sound of gongs and drums, the sedan chair under her swayed and moved.
The wind blew past, lifting the gauze curtains by the window. She lifted a corner of her veil and saw the chestnut horse walking beside the sedan chair.
The groom's crimson hem fluttered in the wind, and she inadvertently met his face that was turning sideways. His usually pale complexion was now filled with obvious joy, and his dark eyes were as bright as stars.
The two looked at each other and were both stunned.
An Jiu blinked, then quickly put down the veil. The moment the veil fell, she seemed to see the corners of the man's lips raised deeper and a smile in his eyes.
He looked really happy.
An Jiu lowered his head and thought slowly.
She set out from the Sword-Forging Villa in the evening, holding a red apple between her fingertips, and arrived at Medicine King Valley at around ten o'clock in the evening. The apple in her palm had unknowingly become soft, and the layer under the skin seemed to have turned into juice.
There is a full moon tonight, and the moonlight shining down is as cold as frost.
An Jiu could only see the small area under the veil. She could feel the sedan chair stop, and then a slender hand lifted the curtain, spread out the palm upwards, and stretched out five bony fingers towards her.
The moonlight shone on that hand, making it look as clear and white as jade.
"Wine, come."
The man's low and gentle voice sounded in my ears, like the elegant sound of a piano, penetrating from my ears into my heart.
An Jiu slowly stretched out her hand and handed it over. As soon as her fingertips touched the man's palm, it was grabbed.
There was still dampness in his palm. An Jiu had a little mysophobia and subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but that hand held her tightly, not allowing her to retreat at all.
The night was dark, but there were many people around.
Some were whispering and chatting, some were talking and laughing in low voices, but as the groom led the bride into the door, the noisy noises gradually disappeared, leaving only the festive and lively sounds of gongs and drums.
There was someone in front holding a red lantern, leading the way.
An Jiu was held tightly by the hot big hand and led over the threshold. The sound of firecrackers was heard behind him, crackling.
Then the two of them stood in the hall.
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The hand finally let go of her.
An Jiu had heard Lin Qingyan talk about this series of processes before, and knew that it was finally time to get married.
Sure enough, after a while, a figure appeared in front through the red gauze veil. It was the one who praised the ceremony.
It is said that an old man who is highly respected in the martial arts world and has old ties with Yaowang Valley came to preside over the marriage.
The person who praised the ceremony stood in front of the two people and said loudly: "Bow once, worship heaven and earth——"
An Jiu glanced to the right, watching the red hem of his clothes swaying. The figure cast on the ground by the light slowly bent down, without any pretense, and bowed forward at a 90-degree angle.
She also followed suit and kowtowed little by little.
Although she was wearing a wedding dress, this was her first time getting married with someone.
"Kowtow twice, pay respect to your parents——"
The two men turned around and bowed their heads again.
But the one he was worshipping was not his parents, but a few people in a row.
"Kowtow three times, husband and wife bow to each other—"
The two men faced each other and bowed again.
"The ceremony is over, escort her to the bridal chamber--" the people praising the ceremony sang loudly, as if it was a signal, and noisy voices gradually filled the silent hall.
[Pei Ji's favorability towards you +1, currently 99. ]
Some people were loudly congratulating the groom, some were saying auspicious words, there was the jingling of coins being thrown, and people were laughing everywhere, as if this was such a happy day.
An Jiu's hand hanging by her side was held again. The man's fingertips were trembling slightly, and he couldn't control the strength of pinching her, causing her to feel a slight pain.
This pain, in this lively atmosphere, was like a needle that pierced the beautiful dream.
[The favorability is 99, host, congratulations, you will complete the task soon. Will you still choose to go home? ]
"certainly."
The system asked: [You don't actually have to sacrifice yourself. Even if Pei Ji uses Wen Yueling to detoxify, with your means, you can still get a 100 favorability, right? ]
An Jiu was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "But I can't accept it."
【What is unacceptable? 】
"I can't accept him touching other women."
It wasn't that she was being kind, and she wasn't a very kind person. Pei Ji had killed so many people, and if he wanted to kill Wen Yueling, she didn't really care.
But if he touches other women...she would just feel dirty.
[I thought you had no feelings for the target and wouldn't care about this.]
"Maybe I have mysophobia."
An Jiu lowered his eyes silently and pulled the corners of his mouth.
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