Mo Ziqi followed Xin Ziwen to send Xin Xiaotian's car to his current residence with many twists and turns.

This is a castle.

A castle that looks old.

Xin Ziwen stood on the top floor of the castle, looking down at the car slowly driving in, with a gentle smile on his face, as if his friendship with Mo Ziqi was really good.

Compared to his gentleness, Mo Ziqi's expression was extraordinarily cold when he just got off the car.

However, Xin Ziwen took his ugly face for granted, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

When Mo Ziqi got off the car, a servant came out of the castle, holding a tray in his hand, and handed him a cup of crimson liquid: "Mr. Mo, this is a gift specially prepared for you by my husband."

Greeting ceremony.

Mo Ziqi sneered.

Looking at the cup of crimson liquid.

Finally, he knew the reason why Xin Ziwen was so insane.

This is clearly blood. If he guessed correctly, it should be the blood of Leng's family.

The Leng family received a drop of blood from the Demon Lord more than 1000 years ago, and it has been inherited until now. Not only can it bring them supernatural powers, but it can also restrain the cultivation of other beast races in the Cultivation Continent.

His blood is effective for Xin Miaomiao, who has a body cultivated in the Cultivation Continent.

But to him...

Xin Ziwen thought that he was a beastman from the Cultivation Continent because of his cultivation, but he didn't know that he was a person from this world, not a beastman from the Cultivation Continent.

Mo Ziqi drank the bloody liquid expressionlessly, and seeing the satisfied expressions of the servants who followed him, cold irony flashed in the black eyes with lowered eyelids.

"Mr. Mo, this way please." Seeing that Mo Ziqi drank the liquid, the leader breathed a sigh of relief and turned to invite him in.

Before the auspicious time for the wedding, Mo Ziqi was invited to a guest room, which was also equipped with surveillance cameras.

From the moment Xin Ziwen saw Mo Ziqi, the blood in his whole body began to boil.

In the past thirty years, Xin Ziwen and Mo Ziqi have never faced each other in a real sense, but in the last life, Xin Ziwen always felt that his death was caused by Mo Ziqi.

Even though he recovered his memory and knew that Ru Mengqi was the one who killed him in the end, in his heart, the person he hated the most was Mo Ziqi.

If Mo Ziqi hadn't appeared, Xin Miaomiao would not have fallen in love with him, and the series of things that followed would not have happened.

And this life.

It is also because of his early appearance that he has lived a life of neither human nor ghost for more than ten years.

Now in a wedding, he can abuse the two people he hates and resents the most at the same time, how can you say he is not happy.

He deliberately went to hug Xin Miaomiao, who had already changed into a dress, and came out, standing in the monitoring room, pointing to one of the screens, and said gently to Xin Miaomiao, who was pretending to be pale, "Look, Miao Miao, Mo Ziqi is here!" Yes, he is my specially invited guest, and also the only guest in our wedding."

"..." Xin Miaomiao didn't speak, but trembled all over, her face pale and bloodless.

Xin Ziwen was very satisfied with her reaction like this, but there was pity and distress on her face, she lowered her head, kissed her side face, and said softly: "Miao Miao, you are also very happy, right? Look at you They were all shaking with joy."

Xin Miaomiao still didn't say a word, she looked at Mo Ziqi on the screen, biting her lips tightly, as if she was struggling for the last time.

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