Thousands of demons fell for me

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Luo Xingchen stood up, looking warily at Qian Xiaoyu in front of him.

Things are getting too wacky.

"Why don't you come out yet, brother clerk is waiting anxiously."

Zhao Shiyun hurried in from the door, took off the wedding dress from the hanger, walked straight to Luo Xingchen, handed the wedding dress over, and urged with a light smile, "Hurry up and change your clothes, if the bride doesn't show up again, the groom will be gone." I'm going to be in a hurry to kill."

Although it seemed to be just a casual joke, it made Luo Xingchen start to worry about the safety of other people.

The situation is unclear now, but it must be related to the monster who created this illusion, and we can only follow the other party's wishes for the time being, and then adapt to the situation when we see the so-called groom.

The moment she put on her wedding dress, Luo Xingchen was shocked to find that the control over her body no longer belonged to her.

Like a mechanical puppet, he followed Zhao Shiyun and Qian Xiaoyu into the church together.

The church is magnificently decorated, and the red carpet in the middle is covered with countless rose petals, extending from the door all the way to the front stage.

The guests under the stage were full of seats, except for You Qingshui and others, the rest were young men and women who had never seen before.

On the podium, stood a handsome man. Seeing him stepping into the door of the church, a gentle smile appeared on his originally expressionless face.

"My bride, you are finally here."

The man smiled softly and stretched out his hand in his direction.

Under the control of that unknown force, he followed Zhao Shiyun, walked slowly up to the podium, and stood opposite the man.

This man is obviously another protagonist of the wedding.

Luo Xingchen recognized it at first sight, the other party was Ji Wenshu whom he had seen on the computer wallpaper before.

Behind the holy altar in the middle of the altar, You Qingshui was wearing a pastor's attire, holding a Bible in his hand, staring straight ahead, his eyes were empty and lifeless.

After Luo Xingchen walked onto the stage, You Qingshui opened the Bible, said a solemn blessing, and then turned his head to Ji Wenshu.

"Mr. Ji Wenshu, are you willing to marry this gentleman by your side? Whether you are poor or rich, sick or healthy, you will never leave him, always the same?"

Ji Wenshu stared at Luo Xingchen, gently took his hands, smiled softly and said, "I am willing."

You Qingshui nodded stiffly, then turned to Luo Xingchen.

"Mr. Luo Xingchen, are you willing to marry this gentleman by your side and make him your legal husband? Whether you are poor or rich, sick or healthy, always be by his side and never leave him?"

Luo Xingchen couldn't control his body at all, he could only slightly open his lips, and replied involuntarily: "I am willing."

You Qingshui nodded again, closed the Bible, and said in a deep voice, "Now I announce that the groom can kiss the bride."

"Kiss him!"

"Kiss him!"

There was a burst of warm applause from the guest seats, and the voices of eager urging came one after another, but it was like reciting lines, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

With a joyful smile, Ji Wenshu slowly bent down and placed a light kiss on Luo Xingchen's lips.

"boom!"

The locked door of the church was kicked open.

The loud cheers and applause in the venue all stopped abruptly at this moment, and fell into a dead silence.

At the same time as the door was broken, day instantly turned into night, and the light in the church dimmed.

The originally clean and tidy countertop was covered with thick dust and cobwebs, and withered yellow straw was scattered on the ground, as if it had been abandoned for many years.

Chen Zimu stood at the door, holding a sickle tightly in his hand, his eyes were shrouded in haze, and his face, which was originally as silent as water, was like a frozen iceberg, causing the surrounding air to lose its temperature.

"Married? With my consent?"

Chen Zimu's voice was hoarse and low, as if he was suppressing something.

"What happened, why am I here?"

Qian Xiaoyu, who was standing on the side of the ceremony stage, came back to his senses and looked around in a panic.

Others who regained their sanity were also full of astonishment.

When they saw Luo Xingchen wearing a white wedding dress on the podium, everyone in the church was so shocked that their brains short-circuited instantly and their thoughts went blank.

Qian Xiaoyu has simulated this fascinating scene countless times in his imagination, but when he actually saw it, he was still so shocked that he couldn't help himself.

"It seems that someone is here to snatch the marriage." Ji Wenshu still held Luo Xingchen's hands, the smile on his face sank, he looked at Chen Zimu with cold eyes, "You shouldn't interrupt the wedding, guests who came from afar will be very angry."

As if deliberately provoking Chen Zimu, Ji Wenshu raised Luo Xingchen's left hand as if showing off, and then kissed deeply on the back of the other's hand.

At the same time as the deep kiss fell, all the guests in the audience turned into rotting corpses, stood up from their seats, and rushed towards Chen Zimu.

"My God, so many monsters!"

You Qingshui screamed in panic, and the Bible came out of his hand, hitting Ji Wenshu's right wrist.

"Thorn-"

The bible left a burn mark on the skin, and plumes of black smoke came out.

Ji Wenshu let go of his right hand with a gloomy expression, turned his head to look at You Qingshui, his eyes were full of sinister stings.

You Qingshui shuddered, immediately squatted down, and curled up behind the altar.

Qian Xiaoyu's fantasy was shattered by the dazzling kiss in front of him, and he realized that the other protagonist of this wedding was not himself, but the man in the suit next to Luo Xingchen.

When he recognized that the other party was the dead Ji Wenshu, intense fear and worry immediately surged into his heart.

"You shameless monster, let him go." Qian Xiaoyu yelled boldly, and charged towards Ji Wenshu with the determination to die, "I'll fight you."

Ji Wenshu didn't even turn his head, but just waved his hand in Qian Xiaoyu's direction.

Qian Xiaoyu felt a strong wind blowing towards him, and was immediately blown by the huge impact to the stage, and rolled twice on the ground.

Chen Zimu didn't pay attention to the hundreds of walking corpses that swept over him, and waved the sickle in his hand, killing them all the way forward.

After two waves of unilateral output with no power to fight back, the walking corpses ran away one after another and were defeated.

In just a few seconds, Chen Zimu reached the stage, raised his sickle, and slashed straight at the top of Ji Wenshu's head.

Ji Wenshu raised the corner of his mouth, grabbed Luo Xingchen's wrist and moved aside.

"It seems that our preferences are the same." Ji Wenshu looked at Chen Zimu with a provocative smile on his face, and put his hands across his shoulders in front of Luo Xingchen, "Unfortunately, you are still a step late, I kissed him and he was mine."

"You are wrong." Chen Zimu looked at Ji Wenshu with deep eyes.

No matter what, he was the first person to get Luo Xingchen's first kiss, and the ones who came after him were all mistresses with dishonest names.

"Wrong?" Ji Wenshu squinted his eyes slightly, carefully trying to figure out the meaning of these two words, "Did you never want to marry him from the beginning, but just greedy for his body, planning to run away after sleeping?"

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"small theater"

Ji Wenshu placed a soft kiss on Luo Xingchen's lips.

A certain person feels that he has been attacked by green people: why, why is it always me who is green?

Author: Since you have a king on your head, you must stand up to the old king next door!