How did the promised redemption villain become marriage first and love later?

The person with his back to her was wearing the same complicated and exquisite costume as her, covered with golden embroidery, and around his waist was a black girdle about a palm wide, outlining a very beautiful waistline, making it look even more beautiful. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, plump and handsome.

His long hair is loose like ink, and only part of it is tied at the top of the hair. It is fastened with a black jade hair crown, and then falls into the waist. Such a contrast of extreme black and bright red collides with rich ink and color. Just a back view is enough to make people hard to move. open sight.

Unknowingly, Shen Xitang's gaze had been on this figure for a long time, until the man felt it, and turned his head slightly, revealing half of his face.

His complexion is extremely white, like cold white jade, black jade red clothes and white skin, just half of his face is enough to captivate the soul.

A question mark slowly appeared in Shen Xitang's mind.

The words of the old woman before echoed in her mind again.

"The old man has a grandson, who looks ordinary and is ordinary, but he is still an honest man..."

Shen Xitang: "..."

With this figure, this profile, it doesn't look like a normal person, does it?

It's not that I haven't seen a killer from behind, maybe it won't work from the front.

Shen Xitang let himself stabilize first.

She cleared her throat, went through the words she had thought up before, and then took two steps forward, and said, "This..."

Before she could think of a name, the man's long hair moved slightly, he raised his eyelids, and looked at her.

All of Shen Xitang's words were blocked in his throat.

Those were a pair of eyes like a deep pool, extremely black and cold, a little sleepy, narrow and deep, such outlines obviously made the whole person a little charming, but his whole body was too cold, even though he was dressed in red The wedding dress, it seems that he is not in the mortal world, but the fairy lowered his eyebrows briefly and glanced at the mortal world.

It is a face that is too superior. Rao Shen Xitang has seen too many real modeled faces in the last days, and it is absolutely difficult to pick out any flaws in appearance from this little monk named Wei Xiaomo.

Is the world of cultivating immortals so complicated?

She has grown up like this, so can she still be called mediocre?

Perhaps all the elders I met in the past praised and praised their own children, and they boasted that two ounces of grass could make three catties of rice.Shen Xitang felt that this was the normal state in the world, how could a grandma be humble about her grandson's situation.

... Even if you are really humble, this is too modest.

So Shen Xitang ruled out the option of the old woman being modest from the very beginning.

Her words made a silent turn on her lips.

He swallowed all his previous rhetoric.

Don't call her vulgar.

This beauty...is hard for anyone to resist, okay? !

Wei Xiaomo looked down at Shen Xitang.

She already had his flame imprint on her body, if he wanted to know about her, he would have been able to spy on her long ago.

But out of respect, he didn't look at her at all. It was only now that he really saw her with his own eyes for the first time.

It's hard to imagine that his grandma was so reliable once in a while.

Regardless of the stunning beauty of the girl in front of her, she is actually an extremely rare congenital full of nine spirit veins. Although she still stays at the initial stage of foundation establishment for some reason, at least this aptitude is doomed to her, and she will never let her in the path of cultivation. people disappointed.

Wei Xiaomo has never been close to women in his life, and he has no interest in the affairs of men and women. There are too many women in his arms, but no one has ever been within three feet of him.

It's not bad to be alone in this life, but his grandmother is very persistent in this matter, and she went to Guangshan Temple to find a group of monks, and spent a lot of money to arrange marriage for him.

Thinking of this, Wei Xiaomo sneered from the bottom of his heart.

I don't know how many monks were blinded by this matter.

He restrained his thoughts, looked at Shen Xitang, and first reported his family name: "I am Wei Xiaomo."

Shen Xitang extended a hand generously: "Hello, I'm Shen Xitang."

The candles are burning, and in the middle of the wedding hall, the couple who are about to get married are introducing themselves, which is really a bit out of harmony.

Wei Xiaomo looked at Shen Xitang's outstretched hand in surprise, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Shen Xitang suddenly realized that the greeting ceremony of shaking hands does not belong to this era.

She curled her fingers, and when she was about to retract them, she felt that her hand was grasped in vain.

His skin didn't really touch him, he just stretched out his hand like her, wrapped it with spiritual power, and then let go.

Wei Xiaomo's hands are as perfect as his face, with slender fingers and strong wrist bones. It looks like a hand suitable for holding a sword.

"If you think about it, you also know that a marriage contract is a soul contract. Once the contract is made, unless one person dies, this marriage contract is extremely difficult to untie. If it is forced, both of them will be backlashed." Wei Xiaomo's voice was not It was as cold as Shen Xitang imagined.

His voice is very pleasant, like a light slap of jade, deep but gentle, which is in line with the way he did not understand why he still stretched out his hand to hold her emptily: "If you want to regret it, it's still too late."

Shen Xitang didn't know it before.

But she knows now.

She couldn't avoid looking into his eyes: "Since I'm here, I won't regret it, but I have a plan."

Wei Xiaomo was not surprised.

He didn't know what his grandma had said to her, but in this world, who is close to him, who has no plans?

He has long been used to it.

It's better to be straightforward, so that he won't tempt her to speak up, and then refuse the marriage.

Shen Xitang didn't know Wei Xiaomo's plan at all, and said directly: "Grandma told me that if I marry you, I can enter Wanglingxianzong to practice."

What kind of conspiracy is this.

Wei Xiaomo quietly waited for her next words, thinking that the next sentence should be that he wants to imbue her with spiritual energy for decades, and ask for a few heavenly treasures as a betrothal gift.

He has really seen women who are too ignorant of the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. To him, there is nothing new in this world.

But seeing Shen Xitang pondering for a moment, her overly beautiful face showed a little hesitation, obviously asking for conditions is not something she is skilled at.

Then he slowly opened his mouth: "...I know that the Wangling Immortal Sect is the number one Immortal Sect in the world. Even if you are the true king of the Golden Core Stage, you may not be able to join the Immortal Sect just by asking anyone. If, if it is really embarrassing , it is also possible to be an outer disciple."

Wei Xiaomo: "..."

Wei Xiaomo: "...???"

Just, that's it?

All of Wei Xiaomo's refusals were blocked.

He took back what he had just said.

Just now I said that there is nothing new in the world, so the new thing is here.

She doesn't even know who he is?

Do you think he is just a little cultivator at the Golden Core stage of the Wangling Immortal Sect?

This experience was so unfamiliar to him that a bit of surprise appeared on his face.

He subconsciously explored her consciousness.

Not lying.

Shen Xitang has been watching Wei Xiaomo's expression carefully, of course she will not miss this detail, but she obviously made a mistake, thinking that such a request would be too difficult for Wei Xiaomo.

She lowered her eyes in distress: "If the outer door doesn't work..."

"Inner door." When Wei Xiaomo blurted out these two words, for the first time in his life, Wei Xiaomo didn't fully understand what he wanted to say.

All his refusals and plans were shattered at this moment.

When he saw Shen Xitang's eyes looking with surprise, Wei Xiaomo's heart moved slightly for no reason.

At this moment, he changed his mind.

Just follow his grandma's will so what.

He obviously could let her enter the sect directly, but suddenly remembered his identity as a young monk in the Jindan period, paused, and said: "Three days later, Wanglingxianzong will open the sect to recruit new disciples, and you come to test it." Spirit root is."

After saying that, he turned his wrist and handed her a waist badge: "If anyone stops you, show him this."

Shen Xitang's eyes became brighter and brighter, she solemnly took the waist badge with both hands, and put it in her arms instead of hanging it on her waist: "Don't worry, I will definitely not mention your name unless necessary. This marriage may not be voluntary for you, I know that the marriage contract is difficult to break, and I will definitely not cause you any trouble!"

Wei Xiaomo hesitated to speak.

He wanted to say that there were not too many things in this world that could cause him trouble, and the only few things were by no means something that a young monk like Shen Xitang, who was in the pre-foundation stage, could touch.

But looking at Shen Xitang's sincere eyes, he nodded in a strange way.

Then, even more mysteriously, he pointed out his natal chart, motioned Shen Xitang to put his hand on it, and then put his palm on the back of her hand.

Fate charts overlap.

The light shines.

The room was shrouded in staggered light, which enveloped the figures of the two people, so grand that the night was staggered into day.

Her skin was delicate and cold, but it was quickly stained by his body temperature, turning it as warm as suet.

"Follow me," he said.

"The valley is in a different room, and the death is in the same acupoint. It is like saying that I don't believe it."

His voice was gentle and clear, and amidst the interlaced grand lights, he was the only voice between heaven and earth.

Shen Xitang subconsciously turned her head, bumped into his dark eyes, and repeated after him: "The valley is in a different room, and the death is the same acupuncture point. If you don't believe me, it's like the sun."

Let the sun be the witness of this marriage contract. If you live in the same bed, you will die in the same acupuncture point.

The light was even brighter, and in the starry sky, the fate stars of the two people quietly intertwined, the starlight scattered, submerged in this piece of light, and immediately condensed into two pieces, falling into the bodies of the two people respectively.