Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

This palm directly pushed Wen Chuyi to Zhou Yuyue's side. He felt his sleeves being pulled lightly, and he lowered his head slightly. Their sleeves overlapped up and down, and there was an indescribable intimacy.

"Brother, let's go." The boy quickly let go of his hand and walked forward first, as if this move was just a reminder to him.

As soon as Wen Chu turned his head, Fu Jiuli and the others were no longer there. Then he looked at Zhou Yuyue who was walking away, and chose to follow.

He followed behind the two, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

No, what's going on with this direction?

Forget about Fu Jiuli, isn't Mo Moda one of the protagonists?Doesn't junior brother hate women's clothing?Why did you compromise so quickly?

Wen Chu's eyes were deep, could it be that he remembered wrongly?

"The two immortal masters can change here. The clothes have already been sent in." Liu Chiyu led the two to the door of a room, and asked understandingly, "Do you need help?"

"No need," Zhou Yuyue pushed open the door, candles were lit in the room, and two sets of crimson wedding dresses were neatly stacked on the bed, "Please trouble Mr. Liu."

Standing at the door, Wen Chuyi's footsteps were a little stagnant, but now he retreated deliberately. He took a deep breath and stepped in with a solemn expression. Liu Chiyu outside closed the door intimately.

Zhou Yuyue walked to the side of the bed, picked up a prosperous style red dress embroidered with a hundred flowers and golden butterflies, and gestured on her body, which was about the same shape as him, "Brother, the one on the side is yours."

"Okay." Wen Chuyi's handsome face was serious, and he was full of righteousness. He picked up the simpler auspicious clothes on the side and compared them with him. It was probably barely wearable.

Wen Chuyi picked up his clothes and walked to the side, with his back to Zhou Yuyue. If it was someone else, he wouldn't be like this. The younger brother is the protagonist, and he can't watch it anyway.

The room is so big, and every movement can be heard clearly. Wen Chuyi untied his belt, put it on a chair beside him, and then unbuttoned his coat. His face was very focused, but his ears could not control the small things behind him. The sound of cloth rubbing.

Neither of them spoke, and the sound of undressing was amplified invisible in the silence, creating a somewhat charming atmosphere for no reason.

Wen Chuyi tried to put the auspicious suit on his body, but it didn't work, he couldn't get it in.

So I took off another piece and tried it, and it was barely able to fit in, but the arm was not easy to move.

Sweat dripped from Wen Chuyi's forehead. The feeling of restraint was really uncomfortable. He simply took off his shirt and put on Jifu again, feeling better.

Standing in front of the dressing table, Zhou Yuyue took off her clothes in an orderly manner. There was a bronze mirror on the dressing table, which could just reflect the figure of Wen Chuyi opposite.

The bride's clothes were more cumbersome than the groom's, but Zhou Yuyue put them on after a little research, her slender fingers tied the belt nimbly, her eyes looked at the bronze mirror from time to time, and suddenly, the movements of his hands stopped.

Wen Chuyi stood a little far away, and the light that shone on him was dim and dim, and the whole person looked hazy. At first, Zhou Yuyue thought it was funny to see him flustered, but in the next moment, he took off his shirt...

Logically speaking, it was just a look at the back, and they were both men. It was a trivial matter without any disturbance, but Zhou Yuyue's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, and she hurriedly turned her eyes away, but that scene flashed in her mind. Do not go.

Although Wen Chuyi is not as muscular as Fu Jiuli and Mo Moda, he should have quite a few, six-pack abs, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and his skin is ivory white, so he won't be exposed to the sun. The tanned kind.

The muscles on his body are smooth and graceful, and the undulations of the muscles are particularly sexy when the arms are raised. The dim light adds a hazy halo to him, which is fatally seductive.

Zhou Yuyue suddenly came back to her senses, lowered her eyes and concentrated her thoughts. The clothes on her body had already been put on. He put down his hands, and his voice was slightly astringent, "Brother, are you alright?"

"Well, it's all right." Wen Chuyi picked up the clothes from the chair, walked towards Zhou Yuyue, and when he looked up, his heart beat a beat suddenly.

Wen Chuyi looked at the person in the mirror. He was dressed in red silk and satin, his face was as dusty as the moon, his red lips were spotless and red, his belt was tightly tied, making his waist look extraordinarily slender, and his black hair hung down to his waist , a pair of ink pupils reflected a little bit of candlelight, like autumn water.

Zhou Yuyue bent down and picked up the red hijab on the bed, not noticing Wen Chu's unnaturalness for a moment, and said, "Let's go,"

Pushing open the door, Liu Chiyu was still waiting outside, staring at the darkness in a daze, only to turn around when he heard the voice behind him, his eyes were amazed, and he rarely said jokingly, "The two... really match each other well."

"Mr. Liu was joking." Wen Chuyi almost tripped over the threshold under his feet when he heard this, and hurried ahead, "Let's go over quickly."

……

After all, it is not a real worship hall, a simple arrangement is enough.

"His-"

Lu Ying turned his head when he heard the sound, and Fu Jiuli and Mo Moda behind him tore another window grille with the word "囍"...

His eyes fell on the feet of the two, and there was already a pile of window grilles. He walked in front of the two of them, carried a strong man outside with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Fu, Junior Brother Mo, you are right here, don't move around."

The Liu family was ordered by Liu Chiyu, no one came to join in the fun, and only sent a few maids to help. With their neat movements, it seemed that Fu Jiuli and the two were here to make trouble.

Or in other words, just to make trouble.

Without these two people, the progress was indeed much faster. When Wen Chuyi and Zhou Yuyue came over after changing their clothes, the scene had already been prepared.

"Ah Yue!" The two standing outside the house were the first to see Zhou Yuyue, their eyes gleamed at the same time, their palms pressed the heart that was about to jump out of their chests, and their movements were in unison.

"Junior Brother Wen, Junior Brother Zhou, are you here?" Lu Ying also spotted them and came out of the room, holding a red ribbon with a red hydrangea in the middle.

Lu Ying's voice brought Fu Jiuli and Mo Moda back to their senses, their eyes turned slightly, and finally they saw Wen Chuyi who was standing aside, wearing a wedding dress and looking very much in line with Ah Yue, his eyes were full of murderous looks, his facial features were full of emotion. Jealousy and envy gradually twisted.

Wen Chuyi sensed two piercing gazes, turned his head, and saw a hideous and terrifying baby face, and a gloomy bronze face, facing him together. The creaking of teeth.

"..." He knew it would be like this.

However, although he doesn't know the current cultivation level of the demon prince, he may not be at a disadvantage.

"Junior Brother Zhou," Lu Ying stuffed one end of the red silk hydrangea ball into Wen Chuyi's hand, and handed the other end to Zhou Yuyue, and whispered, "Look at Junior Brother Wen and smile."

He took the red hijab in his hand and said to Wen Chu, "Junior Brother Wen, cover it for Junior Brother Zhou."

Wen Chuyi was cheering for himself. When he heard Lu Ying's words, he withdrew his eyes and turned to look at the hijab in his hand. His expression suddenly became complicated, and he hesitated to speak, "Senior Brother Lu..."

Are you serious?

You really don't want to see me being beaten by the two opposite people, do you?

Wen Chuyi didn't finish, because Lu Ying's calm expression said everything.

"Junior Brother Wen." Lu Ying looked back at him firmly, urging silently.

Helpless, Wen Chuyi could only face the real horror eyes behind him, spread his hijab, lowered his eyes slightly, met Zhou Yuyue's eyes with a smile, stabilized his slightly trembling hands, and gently covered the red hijab in his hand .

The young man covered his face and straightened his back. Under the gold and jade satin, he looked taller and taller. Standing quietly, he naturally exuded an unspeakable arrogance.

The young man next to him was no less impressive, with a thin waist outlined by a red girdle, a slender and tall figure, long and narrow sleeping phoenix eyes, lazy and calm, a high nose bridge, a little red mole was romantic, but his face was gentle and modest.

Lu Ying caught a glimpse of Fu Jiuli's distorted face from the corner of his eye, and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good."

Wen Chuyi took one end of the red silk, and slowly led Zhou Yuyue across the threshold.

Mo Moda and Fu Jiuli are like two statues of horrific ghosts, acting as guests sitting on a bench beside them, while Lu Ying also serves as best man, cleared his throat, and went directly to the session,

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

"Second worship high hall-"

"Happy husband and wife—!"

Wen Chuyi turned around, bowed slightly, stared at the dangling tassels opposite him for a moment, lost his mind for a moment, as if he was really married in a trance.

What are you thinking, Wen Chuyi blinked and shook off this weird thought.

"Licheng, send it to the bridal chamber—"

The wedding room is not far behind, Lu Ying sent Zhou Yuyue there, leaving Wen Chuyi alone to face two "rivals in love" who were staring at him.

Before Fu Jiuli and Mo Mo got up, a bright red hijab suddenly appeared in the hands of the two, half of each, very fair.

At the same time, a provocative voice appeared in their minds, and every word amplified the jealousy and dissatisfaction in their hearts.

"Kill her, as long as she dies, you have a chance."

"How beautiful this red is, it should belong to you..."

Two big hands, one black and one white, clenched tightly at the same time, regardless of the inexplicable voice in his head, even the most jealous Wen Chuyi in his heart, the brain circuits miraculously matched:

It's fine if he can't pay homage to Ah Yue, but he wants to be the first person to uncover Ah Yue's hijab!

The arm muscles swelled up due to the force, and the feet were striding forward, and the air sank to the dantian, "Heh!"

The arm strength of the two is evenly matched, and it is impossible to tell who is you and me for the time being, but the red hijab in his hand is not so strong, there is a hiss, and the sound of cloth being torn is heard quietly.

The fallen phase trapped in the hijab is confused, but its sanity is not high, facing people who do not follow the routine, there is no way to do it for a while. Seeing that the red hijab is about to be torn apart, it comes out from inside and pounces. To two people.

The strength has increased a lot recently, and the sharks probably didn't ask...

The surging black mist suddenly stagnated, and the next moment, it collapsed and overflowed, and the hijab in the hands of Fu Jiuli and Mo Moda finally broke into two halves.

Wen Chuyi held up a sword flower, and retracted the sword neatly. He suddenly felt that he should not worry too much. As far as Mo Moda was concerned, he didn't look very smart.

On the way back, Lu Ying was keenly aware of the aura of the Fallen Phase, but when he rushed over, he saw his two restless juniors wrestling together, and Wen Chu raised his sword and walked out.

"Senior Brother Lu, you should go and stop him." As soon as Wen Chu came out to take a breath, his eyes suddenly focused. Who is that sneaky figure at the door?

Approaching silently, the cold scabbard pressed against the man's neck, "What are you doing here?"

"Ah!" The man was thin and timid, but he suddenly knelt down and begged for mercy, "Master Immortal, please forgive me, I don't even want to be young, my young master asked me to guard..."

Although he didn't say which young master it was, a wretched face with kidney deficiency appeared unconsciously in Wen Chuyi's mind, and he walked quickly towards the place where Zhou Yuyue was.

"Junior Brother..." Wen Chuyi pushed open the door and was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.