Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

'Bo Jingchen' had complex blooms in his dark eyes, which were strange and amazingly beautiful.

The scarlet soil began to stir and turbulent, and countless pairs of pale arms rushed out of the soil, bending upwards strangely.

【Bride～Red Wedding Dress～Congratulations and Funerals～Congratulations on the marriage～Forever and ever～】

In the distance covered by white mist, the sound of bouncing footsteps from far to near.

Jiang Zijin saw the familiar bright red sedan chair, swaying towards her.

The paper figurine boy squeezed his thin voice, the two blushes of rouge on his face were festive and funny, and his thin body supported the heavy sedan chair, but it was not crushed yet.

'boom'

The sound of footsteps was mighty, flattening the turbulent soil again.

The pale arms were trampled under their feet, as if they were burning, the skin suddenly shrank and pus, and the screams seemed to be able to penetrate the eardrums.

They wriggled and retracted back into the soil.

The paper man boy carrying the sedan chair in the front row stopped suddenly, and the red pupils with cinnabar eyes turned around quickly, the scene was weird and terrifying.

The sedan chair stopped less than three meters away from them.

It was as if someone had cast a holding spell on Jiang Zijin, standing in place and unable to move.

The cloud and mist spread to the surroundings, blurring the figures of the paper figurines into dark shadows. Looking over, the rows were actually full of paper figurines!

The paper man boy behind him carried boxes of carved sunken wooden boxes, lifted the lids, and the insides were full of gold and silver treasures!There are dozens of boxes like this one!

The bright color of the jewelry is extremely dazzling even in the white mist.

The groom's lips are red, like a blood-drinking ghost, mysterious and beautiful, unlike a human being.

"Take it."

Jiang Zijin uncontrollably walked towards those boxes, she half bent down, her thin white fingertips touched the luxurious jewelry, and the paper figurine in charge of carrying the boxes let out a shrill laugh.

【Congratulations to Lian Li~ Forever and ever~】

On the fiery red sedan chair, with gold and Chinese characters of happiness floating on bright red colored silk, a big colored ball hangs from each of the four corners, and the tassels on the curtain hang straight down to the bottom.

The paper people carried a Shu gauze wedding dress with brocade and gold, and the flirtatious skirt fluttered like a large piece of manjusawa, beautiful and magnificent.

The ghost bridegroom stood behind her, with blue and white fingers covering Jiang Zi's waist, and his sharp nails pinching the soft flesh of her waist intimately.

The ends of Jiang Zijin's eyes were covered with a layer of shimmering powder. He was very familiar with the sensitive spots on her body. With just a light touch, she made her hair rustle like a white flower falling on an autumn tree. trembling.

"The wedding dress I prepared for you."

The ghost bridegroom looked at her directly, his eyes were cold and tender, and the scent of woody flowers emanating from his body was inhaled into the lungs, making people feel hot all over.

"Back off."

The paper people showed a look of humility and fear on their faces, and slowly backed away.

The fiery red wedding dress fell into the hands of the man, his fingers were white and bluish, like beautiful and harmful poisonous flowers.

The clothes on Jiang Zijin's body were cut off by him, and scattered like fragments, they were blown into the air.

The paper figurine, with its back on its back, prostrated itself on the ground, forming an unbreakable surrounding layer, covering the two of them tightly.

The skin that is as white as jade is exposed to the air, which is no less than that of jade.

Jiang Zijin was extremely sensitive, when the sharp long armor rubbed against her shoulders, her slender arms glowed a light pink, like a flower bud on a branch that was about to bloom.

He was not in a hurry to put on a gorgeous wedding dress for her.

The icy breath sprayed on her collarbone, and the thin cold lips pressed against her warm skin, and the wet kiss scraped past like honey, leaving a lustrous luster.

Jiang Zijin's eyes contained physiological drops of water, fine sweat slid down her bright eyebrows, swirling clouds and mist, overlapping figures buried in the hazy scenery, ambiguous and lingering.

The exquisite wedding dress was draped over her body layer by layer.

Jiang Zijin unconsciously grabbed the hem of the man's clothes, her pink fingertips were as pure as a magnolia flower due to the force, mixed with a bit of inhuman beauty.

On the tombstone in front of the two, the name of the deceased was carved with a seal cutter.

【Kang Qing】

Jiang Zijin felt that her soul seemed to have broken free from the shackles of her body and floated into the air. She was like a delicate string doll at the mercy of men.

The ghost bridegroom's fingers had a thin layer of calluses, and when they scraped her skin, it caused a trembling electric current.

Jiang Zijin let out a short moan, and managed to stop the sound at the end.

The uninhabited hills are covered with mist.

The girl's white skin is the most beautiful bright color in this charming scene.

She opened her mouth slightly, the soft red tip of her tongue was looming, and her almond eyes were full of water vapor.

"very beautiful."

The man carried her to the treasure, and the winding dress hung on her slender arms and feet.

Jiang Zijin's shoes were also taken off, and in front of her was a pair of red-headed embroidered shoes embroidered with mandarin ducks.

She looks very good in red, even more gorgeous than this wedding dress.

The paper figurine boys crawling on the ground slowly got up, holding the word "囍" in their hands, and the arc of the corners of their mouths seemed to be drawn up with ink, and they raised up strangely.

The ghost groom's long hair covered Yan Li's eyebrows. He knelt down halfway and was putting on her shoes.

The curtain of the red sedan chair was lifted by a boy, revealing the bright red cushions inside.

"Bride~"

The paper boy showed her an exaggerated smile.

"Please get on the sedan chair."

The clothes on the ghost groom also changed, into a matching red wedding dress, and a black horse appeared in front of him.

The man turned Jiang Zijin's body to the sedan chair, and pressed his cold lips on her soft earlobe.

"Girl."

Jiang Zijin shivered uncontrollably.

Goosebumps appeared on the large area of ​​skin from the earlobe to the neck.

Ghost groom: "Get on the sedan chair."

The tip of her scarlet tongue licked her ears, Jiang Zijin's eyes were full of tears, her eyelashes were wet with water droplets, stained in strands, she tried her best to maintain her breathing, not to let herself collapse immediately and faint from fright.

The groom, holding a colorful calico in his hand, got on his horse.

Hei Dongdong looked at Jiang Zijin who was standing there, and said softly:

"Get on the sedan chair."

The sounds of beating gongs, drums and suona sounded instantly.

The wind was blowing, and the festive music seemed particularly treacherous.

All the 'people' were filled with joyful and happy smiles, and the paper boy bent slightly towards Jiang Zijin, as if urging her to get on the sedan chair quickly.

Jiang Zijin didn't want to get on this "unknown" sedan chair at all, but the control over her body was no longer in her hands.

She moved her stiff legs and stepped onto the sedan chair step by step.

"Get up the car—"

The sedan chair was lifted by the paper figurine boy, the music of suona and gongs and drums sounded eloquently, and the sedan chair moved towards an unknown direction.

The second Jiang Zijin sat on the cushion, the frozen blood quickly warmed up, and control of her body returned to her hands.

She was panting heavily, her pink fingertips gripped the wedding dress tightly, and her ears still had the wet touch from the tip of the man's tongue after licking her.

Like a poisonous snake, it climbed up her back inch by inch.