February 14th, afternoon.
Italy, somewhere in the outskirts of Tuscany.
Feng Bujue, who was dressed in a suit, was standing at the door of a small church. He looked at the parking lot lazily, waiting for the guests who had yet to enter.
Ruo Yu, who was wearing an off-shoulder bridesmaid dress, stood next to him. Although her posture was dignified, her makeup, and her figure were flawless, her face … had a killer's expression.
Because the wedding was about to begin, the bride and groom were making the final preparations. There were not many guests who had yet to enter, so the job of welcoming the guests was done by the two groomsmen and bridesmaids.
"I say … are you angry?" Since no one was passing by, Brother Jue simply leaned against the wall and turned to talk to Ruo Yu.
"No." Ruo Yu said this, but her expression did not change.
"Then why do you have such a scary expression?" Brother Jue asked again.
"Ouch —" Ruo Yu immediately sniffed and replied with one word, "Cold …"
This answer was very convincing. Feng Bujue slapped his forehead and thought to himself, "Why didn't I think of that?"
"How about … I hug you?" Brother Jue thought for a moment and asked.
"Huh?" Ruo Yu glanced at him. Her eyes seemed to say, "Strange."
"I really want to put my coat on you, but the ceremony will start at any time. I have to be prepared, right?" Feng Bujue immediately explained.
"When you went to the wedding banquet, did you see the groomsmen and bridesmaids hugging each other and standing at the door to welcome the guests?" Ruo Yu continued.
"That's not true." Feng Bujue said, "But I know that there are often groomsmen and bridesmaids who sneak off to a deserted place before the end of the wedding …"
Before he could finish his sentence, a strong arm suddenly hooked around his shoulder.
The man who suddenly appeared behind Brother Jue looked to be in his twenties. He had a head of long black hair. At least before he spoke, he gave off the air of a mysterious handsome man with long hair that reached his shoulders.
"Brat … Why do you want to take my cute granddaughter to a place with no one around?" Shui Yungu glared at Brother Jue from a distance that was so close to his face. With a bone-chilling tone and a kind smile, he asked Brother Jue such a question.
"Uh …" Feng Bujue's flirting was interrupted by an elder. It was a bit awkward. "Grandpa … Grandpa, why did you come out?"
"Who's your grandfather?" Shui Yungu's personality had not changed since he was a teenager. He was not as calm as Elder Cat. It would be more appropriate to call him a brat. "Are you from my family?"
"Yes …" Brother Jue said. "But I don't think it's very respectful for me to call you by your name."
"Hehe … You can call me by my title," Shui Yungu said.
"Then what's your title?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Of course, of course …" Shui Yungu's smile became even friendlier. "Of the Ten Kings of Hell, I'm the King of Hell …"
He wasn't just talking nonsense. Since the age of fifteen, Shui Yungu had been one of the "Ten Kings of Hell" in the Ghost Hunter World. His spiritual power nickname was "God Below", and he was the current inheritor and wielder of the "Original Water God Sword" in the real world. As for his current strength … Gu Chen had mentioned that he was one of the ten strongest spiritual ability users in the modern world.
"Uh … Grandpa … Yan …" Brother Jue was under a lot of pressure. Even he couldn't help but speak incoherently. "I think you've misunderstood my words. I'm just kidding …"
"Alright, you don't have to explain." As Shui Yungu spoke, he raised his other hand. "Today, you're going to eat my Buddha's Palm …"
Before he could finish his words, someone interrupted him …
"What plane …"
"What plane …"
"God your head …"
"Palm!"
The ones who interrupted him were two people. One was Gu Chen, and the other was Xiao Tan's grandfather, who looked younger than Xiao Tan himself.
The two of them spoke one after another. From behind, each of them carried Shui Yungu up with one hand. While they were talking, they pulled Shui Yungu away.
"What are you doing?! Let me go! I don't care! I'm going to kill him with one slap! "
Just like that, the King of Hell was dragged back to the church, crying like a child.
Ruo Yu could only hold her forehead and shake her head when the elders in her family acted so rudely. She was speechless.
"Your ancestors who cultivate immortality claim to be the protector of humanity and the protector of peace … But from what I see … why do they all look like people who kill without batting an eyelid?" Feng Bujue looked at the three people who were leaving. When they were far away, he spoke with a mocking tone.
"It's alright. They know what they're doing. They're just saying …" Ruo Yu continued. "Let's not talk about other things. Look, my dad is still alive."
"So, my father-in-law escaped from death back then?" Brother Jue gasped in shock.
"Ah … Yes, he escaped death …" Ruo Yu curled her lips. "What do you mean by your father-in-law? Has he reached that step? "
"That's true …" Feng Bujue nodded. "I don't think so …" He paused for half a second, then said, "Then, why don't you follow me for a few more steps?"
"What kind of steps?" Ruo Yu was not weak now. "Quietly follow you to a place where there's no one around, right?"
"Hmm … You youngsters nowadays are so bold and unrestrained." Suddenly, a slightly old voice interrupted their conversation.
Feng Li and Feng Yu were also engrossed in their conversation. They were so engrossed in their flirting that they forgot the reason they were standing here. When they heard the voice and turned around, they discovered that a white-haired old man was already standing in front of them.
The old man who teased them was a foreigner. One look at his face and you could tell that he was a typical Germanic. However, he spoke fluent Chinese without any accent.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't see you just now." Feng Bujue was thick-skinned after all. After the conversation was overheard, Ruo Yu's face turned red and she lowered her head. However, Brother Jue still went forward and said to the old man without changing his expression, "Hello, thank you for coming from afar. Please come this way …"
"Yes, yes." Hearing this, the old man smiled and put his hand on Feng Bujue's shoulder. "Young man … You're Feng Bujue, right?"
"Oh? You know me? "Feng Bujue replied.
"I heard Old Wang and Old Gu talk about you." The old man's Mandarin was authentic. It sounded like the old man in China. "Haha … Not bad, not bad. Young and promising." He patted Feng Bujue's shoulder a few times. "It's just that … Your level of shamelessness is still not as good as Old Wang and Old Gu's when they were young. It'll be hard for you to get a girl like this … You have to work harder."
After the old man said these words in Brother Jue's ear, he walked into the church, leaving behind a dumbfounded Brother Jue. He thought to himself, "I actually lost in terms of being thick-skinned? What were those two guys like back then? How shameless were they? Were they even human? "
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