Wang Tou saw the two snake rings on the ground with sharp eyes, and his eyes almost popped out: "The snake ring has fallen, what's going on?!"

Guan Qianqiu stepped forward and found that Ye Sheng was actually comparing the size of the earrings, and she was stunned: "Ye Sheng, what is going on here."

Ye Sheng's voice was cold, and he said indifferently: "I killed the bride." Guan Qianqiu, this is [Dead place, we can't touch the spirit card of the ancestor of the Meng family. ”

"What?!" As soon as he said this, everyone in the King Guild was dumbfounded. After this cracked reincarnation, there was actually another place of death. Can anyone really survive in the Night Crying Ancient Village? And when Guan Qianqiu heard the word [Death], her soul trembled, her face was pale, and after finding that Ye Sheng's face was very bad now, she turned her head and said to everyone, "You all go back first."

As soon as she gave the order, everyone was reluctant to do so, so they could only withdraw.

After closing the door, only her and Ye Sheng were left in the room.

Guan Qianqiu said: "But isn't the bride irreplaceable?"

Ye Sheng said: "Complete all the things that the bride has to do, and you can replace it."

Guan Qianqiu was thorough at a glance, and looked at him stunned: "You mean, complete [Look] and [Please Date]." But how can this be ......"

In particular, the request period requires the response of the ancestors.

Ye Sheng said: "Nothing is impossible, in the last reincarnation, these two things have been completed." Today, I wrote my own name. ”

He was in no mood to talk nonsense with Qianqiu, and said bluntly.

"The bride of the ancient village who wept at night will cross life and death and go to the place of birth when the ancestors appear. And there, there is the real spirit card of the ancestors of the Meng family, you don't have to do anything tomorrow. ”

Guan Qianqiu exhaled deeply, his eyes solemn: "Okay, I understand." She closed the door gently, and before leaving, she glanced back at Ye Sheng with mixed feelings, wanting to say something but giving up when the words came to her lips.

Everyone left. Tomorrow is the day of [greeting relatives], and the villagers of the ancient village of night crying are celebrating downstairs, singing and dancing, and beaming with joy. In this bustling area, Ye Sheng sat in the dimly lit attic, his fingers lightly touching his eyebrows.

Downstairs there was another sound of gongs and gongs.

"It's time to go to bed!"

Doors are closed.

But Meng Hongfu is a clan girl, and there will be no deformed children or paper people who don't know how to break into her territory.

So Ye Sheng lit the lamp and opened the window, in front of the dressing mirror, and on the last night, he saw the scenery of the night crying ancient village for the first time.

The dark human skin lanterns are hung all over the cloister one by one, and in the middle of the ancient mahogany building carved quietly, the black dream floats like a fish, floating and entwined.

The wind howled, the lamp swayed, miserable, like a dream in an ancient building.

He unbuckled his belt and took off his sackcloth. The wig drooped down like black flowing water, covering the blood-colored butterfly on Ye Sheng's shoulder. He stepped on the clothes on the ground, pulled his arms over the red wedding dress hanging beside him, and put it on his body from the inside out, layer by layer. Ye Sheng's skin is very white, and the bright red wedding dress reflects this whiteness like a pearl. He lowered his eyelashes, knowing that he would have to contact the patriarch tomorrow, so he swallowed the blood in his throat and the monstrous hatred in his heart.

Crying at nightThe night in the ancient village is always crying constantly.

After Ye Sheng changed his clothes, he walked to the window, he raised his head, looking at the beautiful and dreamy scene outside, and his apricot eyes appeared with blood-colored lines as cold as a mechanical dial. He doesn't need to wear makeup, puts on a wig and a dowry, and already has a beauty that transcends gender. The lips are red, the eyelashes are like curtains, the skin is sickly white, and the blood seals the throat.

The green silk is like a waterfall falling, and the beads are embellished, which dilutes the coldness and killing intent on Ye Sheng's body.

When he's not talking, he really looks like a perfect bride.

The next day, after learning about the [Dead Land], the King's Union did not sleep all night. They were in a trance, and early in the morning they were more active than crying at night in the ancient village, and came to the bridal room.

Wang Tou and the bald face were surprisingly ugly.

"Really?"

"Can it really be successful?"

"This is Ye Sheng's third reincarnation, if he dies, we will definitely not be able to get out of the next two reincarnations."

On the last day of Guan Qianqiu, some vague and broken memories from the last reincarnation began to slowly pour into his head under the influence of [Absolute Awakening].

In the last reincarnation, she also completed the last step with Ye Sheng here. When you close your eyes, you can see the paper tassels swaying in the wind, the broken daydreams.

Guan Qianqiu stretched out her hand and held the empty peace charm around her neck, but on this happy day, she only felt sad.

"It's out."

"Ye Sheng!"

"Ye Sheng, wait for us ......"

Everyone wanted to discuss the plan with Ye Sheng, but after seeing Ye Sheng's appearance, all the words were stuck in their throats.

Ye Sheng has always given people the feeling that he is cold-blooded, withdrawn, and gloomy, and he can crawl out of the mud on the first day, and he can not change his true colors. Not to mention that the truth came out later, and everyone knew how crazy he was. And today, this madman has become the "bride" of the ancient village of crying at night.

The cold and slender hand opened the door, and in the sleeves of the wide and gorgeous wedding dress, his wrist was like a piece of snow.

Guan Qianqiu said: "Ye Sheng ......"

The king's union looked at his face, and his eyes widened in astonishment, and he froze in place, not daring to speak.

They knew that Ye Sheng was good-looking, but Ye Sheng's personality, strength and temperament were far more impressive than his appearance.

Especially for the supernatural, appearance is the most superficial thing to evaluate a person, let alone a tyrant like Ye Sheng.

Therefore, even if they joked that they wanted Ye Sheng to die and broadcast live in the entertainment city, they were actually mostly sarcastic in their hearts.

Until I saw Ye Sheng, who was now wearing a wedding dress and black hair.

For the first time, a group of men and women learned that a person's looks could kill.

That thrilling glamorous, infiltrated with killing, dyed with brutality. There is no charm, no weakness. He's so beautiful, he still doesn't give anyone room for reverie.

Ye Sheng noticed everyone's gaze and looked over.

A group of people instantly came back to their senses, woke up from a nightmare, broke out in a cold sweat, and didn't dare to look at him again.

Guan Qianqiu was just amazed and came back to her senses, she said, "We really don't need to leave any more marks this time."

Ye Sheng said lightly: "I can't keep it."

Guan Qianqiu stopped talking.

Before Xi Po came over, Guan Qianqiu had already helped Ye Sheng put on a red hijab. His body shape is actually different from Meng Hongfu, but the villagers in the dead place of the night crying ancient village are originally characters similar to [puppets]. For the bride who is rightfully named, they are all beating gongs and drums so unhappy.

When the people from the King's Union walked to the top floor step by step, they finally recovered from the amazement they had just given Ye Sheng.

This is the fifth day of the night crying ancient village, and everyone's hearts have sunk, and their faces have become solemn.

Miao Yan looked at Ye Sheng, who was walking in the forefront, and the cold wind on the suspension bridge blew her face pale.

The villagers are going to see off their relatives, and they are like going to the funeral.

Just like that, all the way to the foot of the mountain, the patriarch appeared, and the patriarch seemed to be unable to see the clues, and stretched out his old hand to Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng looked at this scene coldly, but fortunately, Xi Po covered the old man's hands with a layer of red cloth.

Ye Sheng bowed his head, and the respected patriarch walked up the mountain ladder step by step and came to the gate of the ancestral temple of the Meng family.

The gongs and drums are noisy, and the paper people lead the way.

Squeak, the thick quaint door wide open. Ye Sheng saw the solemn ancestral hall in front of him through the thin red veil. The family letters on both sides fell like prayer flags, and a long staircase ended with the spirit tablets of the ancestors of the Meng family.

The Jiren next to him began to drink.

"The ancestral hall is thousands of years, and the family hopes for all generations. The torch is endless, and the family letter is 100 years old! ”

"Lift the sedan chair, get up; Get off the sedan car, get down. ”

"The good day has arrived, Guan, Ji, Men-"

People entered the temple one after another, and as soon as Ye Sheng entered inside, he walked up the stairs. The blood-red wedding dress skimmed the steps, and he walked slowly because of the heavy decoration. The people of the King's Union knelt on the ground, looking at his back, and for some reason, an unprecedented chill appeared in their hearts at this moment.

The beautiful hands of the night crying Gu Lou opened the door, Ye Sheng's face hit the eyes, and everyone was amazed for the first time. But soon, that kind of cold, deadly, and only Ye Sheng's danger re-choked people's souls.

Ye Sheng is still the same Ye Sheng, Ye Sheng who you don't dare to judge his appearance.

The only one in this world who can match Ye Sheng in appearance is probably the heir of the Ning family. It's just that Ning Weichen disappeared today, and Ye Sheng's air pressure was also lower than usual, I don't know how many degrees. Everyone vaguely noticed that there was something wrong with the relationship between the two.

At the junction of the [Birthland] and [Deathland] of the Night Crying Ancient Village, in a dark void, there were also people, walking slowly and walking the stairs. However, unlike Ye Sheng, Ning Weichen walked down the stairs.

After confirming that the missionary had left, he had no intention of hiding it in front of the ancestors of the Meng family. What's more, it was the ancestor of the Meng family who pulled him here first.

In the darkness of nothingness, there are countless wishes.

Heresies, under the guise of "gods", greedily absorb all kinds of beliefs.

Ning Weichen's legs were very long, and he was about to come to the end in a few steps.

Above the spirit tablet of the ancestors of the Meng family, there is a huge mountain, an octahedral mountain.

The "mountain" has no facial features, no limbs, and looks like it is made of the flesh and blood of countless deformed children. Many of them didn't even cut the umbilical cord and were bloody.

This is the [ancestor] of the Night Crying Ancient Village!

With the help of the missionaries, seventy percent of the power of the ancestors of the Meng family was used to maintain the remaining thirty percent of the power of the dead land to create the patriarch to create his own eyes.

Therefore, the [ancestors] who squatted in front of the spirit card and fed on faith were just empty shelves.

Now the empty shelf trembles with tension on its own turf.

Ning Weichen's tone was very light, and he said lightly: "You like to play the trick of time, don't you?"

The ancestor of the Meng family is not a specific person [it doesn't even have a mouth, and it trembles and wants to explain, but it can't be explained.

Ning Weichen thought that the way to break the game here was Ye Sheng's pretending to be the bride, so he smiled very lightly.

The anger and tyranny in his heart were not hidden, and he walked down step by step, his eyes condescendingly examined the god with a smile in his voice, and said softly and softly: "The time collapse point that the missionary helped you create is incomplete, why don't you let me help you."

――Why don't I help you?

The ancestor of the Meng family tensed all over, his body trembled violently, and he panted loudly. It is an A+ class heretic in the sixth section, and it can make deals with missionaries, even if it can't touch the forbidden area of the gods, and when you hear this, you can probably guess the identity of this person.

The time collapse point it created may be a joke in the eyes of this person.

Gods, gods......

Who are the gods?

The ancestors of the Meng family were bleeding nonstop, as if they were crying with a whimper.

Ning Weichen stretched out his hand, and his slender hand pinched off a wish at will.

The black mist turned an extremely clear icy blue in his palm.

"If it collapses, it collapses completely."

His peach blossom eyes oozed a strange silver-purple color, and he mocked: "Let him make a wish to you, and you are also worthy?"

However, just as the ice-blue light in his hand almost broke through the entire void space. Ning Weichen heard a familiar voice in his ears.

"God above, I have a special favorite."