Chapter 3869

The wedding room was covered with red silk, and a bright and warm red came into view, setting off the man's red dress. The wedding dress was as beautiful as a picture scroll, like a demon coming out of the mural, bewitching people.

When Chu Zhouzhi lazily walked in, he saw the girl on the wedding bed leaning coldly, with no warmth in her red clothes. She was playing with a plain bamboo flute and a red yarn cover.

"I haven't lifted my veil yet. Why don't you wait for me." Chu Zhou stopped at the door and leaned against the door. He smiled. He always likes to wear red clothes. Now he has bright red wedding clothes, Zhilan Yushu, and his ink hair is tied with a jade crown, lined with his eyebrows and eyes.

Dyed white, cold and silent.

Chu Zhouzhi was a little strange and didn't care much about his first marriage. He walked in, picked a stool next to the red sandalwood table and sat down. He happened to see a pot of wine and two wine glasses placed on the table. He poured himself a glass and drank it up. He supported the bar with one hand and looked at ran Bai. He was thoughtful and sincere: "Xiao Jiu, you must cheer up for the childe later."

"After all, that's the silver for your throat."

"Oh." ranbai can only pronounce simple syllables now, and is too lazy to refute what Chu Zhouzhi said.

Chu Zhouzhi poured himself another glass of wine. His long finger was lazy and persistent. His fingertips were Yingying. Although he said that the wedding was sloppy, the wine provided was pretty good. He drank and suddenly felt something was wrong, "... Xiao jiuer."

"Huh?"

"What's this wine for?"

Ranbai looks at him, thinks about it, and calmly makes a gesture of handing in the cup.

"... you mean, I finished the wine one by one?" Chu Zhouzhi's face changed slightly, a little ugly, and his eyes were uncertain and inconceivable.

Dyed white nodded.

In theory, it is.

"Why didn't you say it earlier." Chu Zhouzhi sighed low and put down his glass. He was a little sorry. With a trace of complaint, his voice unexpectedly lingered in a tender voice: "I'll give you a taste of sweetness.

“？”

"Forget it, there's nothing good." Chu Zhouzhi soon relieved himself. He was lazy and stretched his forehead. Half of the cold and hard wrist bone appeared under his red sleeve, comforting her: "the childe will take you to drink better in the future."

“？”

I thank you.

Ranbai and Chu Zhouzhi stayed quiet in the wedding room for an hour, but they didn't hear anything. People in the dark also doubted whether the other party would not come.

"Don't we look different?" Chu Zhou looked at himself and ran Bai again. He was serious for a few seconds and seriously teased her: "it's all your fault. There's no reason why you don't laugh on your wedding night."

Wearing a mask, ran Bai only shows her chin and can't see the look on her face. She still can't hide the cold. Her eyelids are lifted, and her dark and deep pupils sweep Chu Zhouzhi.

Chu Zhouzhi approached step by step, calmly and gently. The peach blossom eyes were full of love and the murmuring spring water was even more broken against the red silk. His blood red clothes and white skin color were looming. He leaned down, elegant and noble, slender fingers played with a folding fan, gently provoked the girl's chin, and almost said this sentence in a coaxing tone, "little mute, smile."

This tone is so ambiguous that people's scalp is numb. The cold folding fan is against the temperature of the lower jaw. When dyeing white and lifting his eyes, he sees the people's eyes on his body. It is deep and bottomless. He always holds an out of tune smile. At this moment, it is inexplicably deep and dangerous, and aggression covers every inch of skin.

She frowned coldly.

"Smile." Chu Zhou just licked his thin lips. The lip petals that had just drunk wine were rosy and lustrous. His voice was low and dumb, sexy and charming, a little childish scoundrel.

Dyed white has not responded yet.

Chu Zhou Zhi winked at her. He was full of evil and shook his head gently with a smile. His white fingertips were against his thin lips, and the faint Yingying teeth were snow-white.

Something suddenly cut through the air——

At that moment, Chu Zhou stopped his eyes and reacted very quickly. He clasped the girl's thin shoulder and took her away from the divorce bed.

The action brought out the wind. The two people's red clothes were entangled together. The sound of air tearing was in their ears. At a close distance, Chu Zhouzhi's faint fragrance went straight into the dyed white breath, and the beautiful radian of bright red thin lips and chin reflected into the bottom of his eyes.

Light cold lifted his eyes and hit the bottom of the man's eyes.

It's unusually cold. It's like a secluded ghost Valley on earth.

On the big red wedding bed, the red yarn was cut and torn, and the red all over the sky was flying in the air.

A quarrel came from a distance. It was sharp and startled the night. It was the sound of an ancient Qin. The sound of the Qin was cold and bleak, and a short syllable seemed to be fiddling with it!

Such a strange voice startled everyone hiding in the dark. Ran Bai looked out of the window. Her eyes were indifferent and without waves, and the deep sea did not see the bottom. She took a deep breath, as if she smelled the sweetness in the air.

Finally.

Although Chu Zhou told ranbai to rush forward first, when someone came, he thought seriously for a few seconds and muttered in a low voice, "you'd better follow me and don't run around.

Seeing ranbai looking out of the window, he was dissatisfied. He raised his hand and knocked on the girl's forehead. His strength was not heavy. It was like a joke: "what are you stunned, do you hear me?

"No." ran Bai calmly jumped out a word, pointed his finger at his throat and made a gesture to Chu Zhouzhi.

The sound of the piano outside was still ringing, getting closer and closer, and tended to be sharp. The tone of the sound shook the eardrum, but Chu Zhouzhi didn't seem to be affected at all. He was still in the mood to joke with ranbai.

"Are you running?"

You just ran.

Ranbai simply ignored Chu Zhouzhi. She untied her red wedding dress and threw it aside, revealing the clean black dress inside.

Chu Zhouzhi quietly looked at the action of dyeing white, and the smile in his eyes was deep and shallow.

The sound of laughter came, and the voice of a woman fell to everyone's ears with the sound of the piano.

The white haired woman walked on the eaves and walls, gently pointed her toes, held an ancient Qin in her arms, her clothes fluttered and fell on the eaves, and her fingertips fiddled with the strings at will.

All the people led by Kunming mountain stood up with swords in their hands. The city Lord's nervous hands were sweating. He had been praying that he would catch the murderer tonight. When he could really see the murderer, his pupils suddenly tightened, shocked and unbelievable!

"Do you yellow haired children want to kill me?" the woman had white hair, red clothes like blood, and a strange smile bent on her pale face. Her pleasant voice was completely different from the sound of the piano.

Liang JunShang was calm and cold eyed. He raised his sword with a loud voice: "white haired witch, disturb the Jianghu, kill more than 100 people, and the crime should be punished!"

But when the woman heard this, she laughed wildly, as if she had heard some of the funniest jokes. The laughter was twisted and sharp. For a long time, she said, "you're right. I just don't like them. I'll kill all the men and women who dare to marry in Huazhou. What do you say?"

She turned her eyes and saw thousands of soft waves. Unexpectedly, she looked at the city Lord and gently called, "Haozhi?"