Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

Ten miles of red makeup, gongs and drums are noisy.

The eaves of the mansion were hung with red silk and satin, and fiery red lanterns hung on the silk and satin, row by row, emitting a dim red light.

A crooked little devil about one inch tall, kicked up his short legs and worked hard to put a big red word "Happy" on the door and window, chirping: "Why is our Lord suddenly getting married? Who knows?"

The kid with split dates on the opposite side also looked around and saw no one passing by, so he whispered: "I heard that your Majesty has found his long-lost sweetheart. Your Majesty is so happy that he wants to tie up his sweetheart by getting married."

The crooked kid frowned, lowered his voice, and whispered: "Hasn't our lord always had a very good character? How could he do such a thing of forcing a man to lock himself up?"

The crackling kid replied with a lower voice, "Let's not worry about this, just do our duty. I hope that the future empress will be as good-tempered as your superior, and don't make things difficult for us servants."

The crooked melon kid nodded, fixed the Double Happiness on the window, clapped his little hands, and jumped down.

The words of the two brats, Waigua, Split and Zao, reached Xie Xingchen's ears word for word, but he sat motionless on the wedding couch.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't move.

——He was imprisoned.

Under the red hijab, Xie Xingchen was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, with a phoenix crown and a halo. He could only look down at his exquisite red embroidered shoes.

For a moment, with thousands of words choked in his heart, Xie Xingchen guessed the truth of the matter.

How could his little senior brother do this?

I don’t know who sold him to as a cheap wife.

Anger surged in his chest. Xie Xingchen secretly scolded his little senior brother for a while. When he got tired of scolding, he listened to the whispers of these two brats.

After a while, the two little guys, Wai Gua Spia Zao, arranged the wedding room and left. There was silence for a while.

The mushrooms on Xie Xingchen's head have become moldy.

"Two five six..."

"Two, five, seven..."

"[-] little idiot..."

"Three, five, six..."

"Three, five, seven..."

"Three-eight-thirty-nine idiots..."

Suddenly, the candlelight in the room flickered, and the shadows reflected were intertwined like ghosts.

Although Xie Xingchen couldn't move, his consciousness could still feel that something was wrong.

Damn it, he just scolded someone, how could he bring out ghosts?

A strong ghostly aura squeezed in from outside the house and slowly gathered on the ground. Finally, it turned into a handsome man with a pale face.

The man was wearing the same red wedding dress, and his face was as pale as tissue paper, but he was as gentle as jade, "Do you still remember me?"

The words were spoken cautiously, as if they were afraid of Xie Xingchen's denial, and at the same time, they were filled with expectations.

"..."

Xie Xingchen said nothing.

Wen Liansheng looked lonely, and suddenly said: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. I will tell you about it in the future."

"You once said that when you meet someone you like, you should pursue them without hesitation. Now, I have done it. Are you willing to become a Taoist partner with me?"

"..." He was still talking alone.

Wen Liansheng frowned slightly. The silence once was understandable, but silence twice was a bit abnormal.

He slowly walked forward, lifted his hijab, and met Xie Xingchen's blank eyes, as if asking "Who are you?"

Seeing this, Wen Liansheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He did not commit suicide.

Xie Xingchen couldn't understand what the man was talking about, nor could he understand the emotion in the man's eyes.

Not only was his body unable to move, his mouth was also sealed. He couldn't say anything and could only stare at Wen.

Wen Liansheng was quite smart. He noticed Xie Xingchen's predicament and unlocked the spell for him. His face darkened, "Who silenced you?"

Xie Xingchen didn't know who it was, it was probably some servants who made the decision without permission, so he randomly mentioned two names and said out of pure fun: "Crooked melons and cracked dates?"

Unexpectedly, these words startled Wen Liansheng. Wen Liansheng's pupils shrank slightly. He ignored his usual gentle demeanor and went beyond the etiquette to hold Xie Xingchen's hand.

"Do you remember?"

Wen Liansheng urgently wanted Xie Xingchen to remember the past.

Xie Xingchen's hand was grabbed, and it hurt a little. He said softly, "This...fellow Taoist? Do we know each other?"

How could I not recognize him? ... Wen Liansheng's face froze, anxious and embarrassed. When he met this person, he always lost his sense of proportion and lost his etiquette.

He let go, with an expression on his face that seemed extremely painful, "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Xie Xingchen really felt that this person, oh no, or rather this ghost, was inexplicable.He persuaded his younger brother to kidnap him, but ended up kidnapping him to be his wife, and now he said a lot of strange things.

And the pained little expression he has now, it looks like he is a scumbag who abandoned his wife and son.

Xie Xingchen thought about it for a moment, but he had never seen the handsome man in front of him.

Could it be that he got the wrong person?

Is it possible, he means, is there a possibility.This ghost killed a Taoist companion, and he happened to look very similar to his Taoist companion?

I want to stage a classic and old-fashioned stand-in play.

Bai Yueguang is dead, and she can only rely on a similar-looking substitute to comfort her lonely, lonely and melancholy little heart.

Xie Xingchen immediately played out all kinds of bloody dramas in his mind. After that, he looked at Wen Liansheng with pity and found that the man looked like he was dying and his eyes were filled with despair, which made him even more sure of what he was thinking.

Alas, it seems that I miss Bai Yueguang very much.

Old God Xie Xingchen said: "Fellow Taoist, listen to my advice, you can't play the substitute game."

The speaker is unintentional, listening intentionally.

Wen Liansheng's heart was almost broken by Xie Xingchen. He moved his lower lip and spat out a large mouthful of blood on the ground. He was extremely weak.

"..."

Xie Xingchen froze on the spot, dumbfounded.

No, why are you still vomiting blood?

He stepped forward to hold Wen Liansheng's weak arm, and felt that the other person's arm was horribly thin and had no flesh at all.

"It's okay." Wen swallowed the strong fishy taste in his mouth. He remembered what Jiang Zheliu said to him before leaving, and he really got it right.

He only cared about himself and forgot about Xie Xingchen's thoughts.

Xie Xingchen actually thought he was looking for a substitute, but he had forgotten all about it.

But for some things, once you take the first step, there is no turning back.This time, he will not be willing to let go. He has nothing and can't even see the future.

This is his only sun and he wants to catch it.

"Are you really okay?" Xie Xingchen had never seen anyone weaker than him. This was his instinctive reaction.

Wen Liansheng was as gentle as jade, and he stared at Xie Xingchen, completely from beginning to end.

It seems that he has never caught this person. Years ago, he prayed to Heaven to save him from the fire and water. Heaven promised him that he would be saved by a person who can wear books, and this person is Xie Xingchen.

But somehow, by some strange combination of circumstances, Xie Xingchen always surrounded the dragon without even paying him any attention.

He was jealous, so he got close to Xie Xingchen and became friends with him, but he was only a good friend that Xie Xingchen thought he was.

This time, he won't lose to that dragon.

Thinking of this, Wen Liansheng did not respond directly to Xie Xingchen. He closed his eyes and whispered quietly: "I'm sorry."

These three words are extremely light, but their weight is also extremely heavy.

Xie Xingchen noticed something subtle, and a strange feeling arose in his heart, making him tingle inexplicably.

"Why...why are you staring at me like this?"

Wen Liansheng did not respond to him. He reached out his fingertips and tapped Xie Xingchen's eyebrows with piety and seriousness, and then wisps of black energy seeped into it.

He wanted to drag down the sun that once illuminated him. Even if he fell into darkness together, he would not regret dying.

What's more, this person should have been his, and he shouldn't have been taken advantage of by the evil dragon clan.