Chapter 50
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Candle tears flowed down one by one.
The Demon Lord walked into the room.
He didn't wear the black robe anymore. Instead, he changed into a bright red wedding dress, which made the ghost mask look less ferocious.
The Demon Lord approached him and asked in a hoarse voice, "It's time for our wedding soon. Lan 'er, don't you have anything to say?"
He didn't respond.
The Demon Lord said, "Why? Are you still angry? Are you blaming me for treating you like that before?"
The red candle light was dim, and the shadows in the room began to distort slightly.
The Demon Lord's voice became deeper and deeper. He reached out and pinched his chin, asking in a deep voice, "Lan 'er, is the question I asked you before really that difficult to answer?"
He still didn't speak.
The Demon Lord leaned over and hugged his body. He reluctantly softened his voice and coaxed, "Immortal elder, be obedient and call me husband. After we get married, I won't force you anymore."
At such a close distance.
He seemed to be suddenly awakened. The sharp blade hidden in his sleeve suddenly shot out. In a flash, it pierced into the other party's body.
Blood flowed out. The reflection on the sharp blade reflected the anger in the other party's eyes.
Endless pitch-black shadows spread out from every corner of the room like a tide.
"Excellent." He heard the Demon Lord's suddenly cold voice. "Now I already know your answer."
The red wedding dress was torn. Countless shadows covered him, entangled him, and pulled him.
He opened his empty eyes and let the other party fiddle with him like a puppet.
The other party's blood dripped on him. It was boiling hot.
And what was even hotter was the other party's body.
He seemed to be torn apart by the other party in the next moment, but he was immediately hugged tightly with all his strength.
The strength seemed to want to completely rub him into his bones and blood, wanting him to fall into the abyss with the other party and become a pile of bones.
The wedding banquet didn't go on in the end.
Ye Yunlan's long eyelashes drooped.
Shen Shu beside him asked, "Then master … why don't you plan to find a Dao companion?"
Ye Yunlan was silent for a while and answered, "Because I don't need one now."
Shen Shu didn't quite understand what his master meant.
He still didn't quite understand what a Dao companion meant to cultivators.
He only felt a little annoyed.
Ever since he saw that sanctimonious Martial Uncle fawning over his Master, he had been annoyed.
He had spent a lot of effort to get close to this person and become his disciple.
Everyone said that apart from dao companions, master and disciple were the closest relationship in the cultivation world.
— — Except for Dao companions.
This person said that he didn't need a dao companion now. What about in the future?
After all, it was hard to tell what would happen in the future.
Shen Shu suddenly had a bold idea.
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