Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

In the cold and silent mountain forest, an ancient temple surrounded by dark light is mysterious and eerie, giving people a feeling of being hidden in the dust and smoke.

The girl looked at the man who appeared out of thin air in front of her, her pupils suddenly dilated, and she even held her breath unconsciously.

The man's appearance is extremely outstanding, the kind of appearance that you will never forget after one glance, but he also gives people an otherworldly feeling, like a high-ranking god, but with a bit of warmth.

Aning stared blankly, with a suspicious silver thread flowing out of the corner of her mouth. At this time, she had only one thought in her mind: Where did the male goblin come from who was so beautiful?

The man looked at her with a smile, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. The mole on the lower lip line was very familiar. He said, "Why don't you speak?"

Aning took a breath, and his brain started working rapidly. What should he say? What to say?

So, with her head in chaos, the girl reached out and grabbed the other person's sleeve, locking her eyes firmly with him.

The man allowed the girl to grab his sleeves, and his pale eyes seemed to be smiling slightly. He looked at her peacefully, with subtle emotions hidden in his eyes.

When Aning looked at him like this, he unconsciously grabbed the other person's sleeves. The material was slippery and cool to the touch.

The two of them were a little close, and she could feel that there was almost no warmth on his body. Suddenly, the other party's cold and frosty hands took hers.

Almost as soon as they took hold of her, goosebumps appeared all over An Ning's body, and the coldness that penetrated her bones made her tremble.

She felt that she was almost assimilating with him, and her hands were almost numb.

"You...you..." Aning looked at his face carefully, thinking about what she was going to say, but the more she wanted to say something, the more she became speechless.

He didn't dare to throw his hands away.

So she asked the stupidest thing: "Are you...a human or a ghost?"

The man being questioned still smiled gently, and the white clothes on his body seemed to be unique in the dim room, beautiful and conspicuous.

The other party's temperament was very calm and made people feel very comfortable. I heard him say unhurriedly: "I am neither a human nor a ghost. I am the person in charge of this ancient temple and the god who is about to become your husband." .”

When Aning heard these words, he looked at him with slightly shocked eyes.

Before she could think about it, the god's warm hand gently touched her face. The movement was so gentle that he looked directly at her and continued: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Aning."

After finishing speaking, Aning's vision went dark, but when the light returned, the environment in the room had changed.

The candles that were lit all around were gone, replaced by bright night pearls and exquisite lanterns.

This time she completely saw the true face of the room.

The red silk on the hanging beams, the auspicious candles with dragons and phoenixes, the words "happy" on the magnificent pillars, various dishes on the altar, and fresh bouquets, but the most eye-catching thing is the pot in the middle painted with smiling faces. tangerine.

Aning looked at everything around him and seemed to understand a little bit.

So this is...Xitang?

So this man who claims to be a god is the one who wants to have a secret marriage with her?

Xiaoliu: "Yes."

Xiao Liu's sudden opening brought some comfort to Aning's soul. When she wanted to ask some more questions, Xiao Liu seemed to have died.

It's like it just came out for a breath of air.

Xiaoliu didn't say a word for a long time. Aning subconsciously looked at the god beside him. The original white clothes on the god's body turned into a red wedding dress at this moment. His skin color became whiter and whiter. His original outstanding appearance was set off by the red clothes. Falling down seems a bit flamboyant.

She couldn't help but be slightly startled when she met his eyes that were as gentle as the crescent moon.

"You want to marry me...?"

The god smiled slightly, the curve of his lips still gentle.

He raised his hand to throw her hair away from her forehead and tuck it behind her ears, her figure reflected in his light-colored pupils.

They were obviously doing something ambiguous, but when the target was him, it seemed extremely natural, without any sense of ambiguity.

"According to your human rules, if I want you to be my wife, I must get married first."

The god's voice was soft and pure, and when the affectionate title "wife" came out of his mouth, it was like ripples suddenly appearing on a calm lake, making people blush for no reason.

Aning stared at him closely, gazing at that outstanding face, licking her dry lips, and suddenly had the illusion that her god had been blasphemed by her.

She asked uncertainly: "Wife?"

"Yes, wife."

As he spoke, the god turned slightly sideways and looked down at his little wife. His white and slender fingertips picked up a strand of her hair, and when it was placed on his palm, it suddenly began to squirm as if it were alive.

The satin-like black hair glowed red in God's hand, and then a strand of black hair also crawled up in front of his chest, and two strands of black hair were tangled in the air.

He said: "Only you can be my wife."

The other party's understatement made Aning's heart itch.

She wanted to ask him, why her?

But at this moment, her hand was held up by an unknown force, and the black hair seemed to sense something and wrapped around her wrist, finally glowing with red light.

The black hair turned into a red rope in the red light. The red rope was beautifully woven and was firmly worn on the wrist like a bracelet.

Aning watched this scene in amazement until the red light completely dissipated and the power disappeared. She retracted her hand and touched the red rope around her wrist with her other hand. There was nothing special about it.

She raised her eyes and asked him: "What is this?"

The god did not reply immediately. He looked at her with slightly lowered eyelashes, his eyes were calm, and his angular features seemed a bit unreal in the light of the night pearl.