After converting to Qingqing Dao, my little junior sister went crazy

"You... when did you know about it?" The fake smile on Mu Qianqian's face turned into panic in an instant. She looked at the stick in Shujue's hand, swallowed and took a step back.

She obviously didn't reveal anything? How come Shu Jue discovered it?

"Tsk, tsk." Shujue watched her retreat, but instead took a step forward, weighing the stick in her hand, with a kind smile: "First, we came to the City Lord's Mansion to find something, but we didn't say what it was. To be more precise You said we were just looking for clues, and you came up and said you were looking for something - isn't this just asking for trouble?"

"And when it comes to inquiring about information, even if we really need to inquire about something, it's impossible for Mu Qianqian to go there. Also, Lian Yan and the others usually don't call me by my name."

As if by convention, those in the Qing Hong Sect would either call her Junior Sister Shujue or Junior Sister, but would not call her by her full name at all.

Mu Qianqian's expression changed again and again, "So you noticed it from the beginning?"

"Yes." Shu Jue didn't care. The people in this illusion had some cultivation, but not much, so she couldn't be too arrogant, right? "I've always been curious, what on earth do you want to do by creating this environment and dragging me in?"

"When did I enter this fantasy world?"

"Want to know?" Mu Qianqian's face finally showed a bit of pride, and she raised her chin slightly: "If you want to know..."

"I want to know, but I don't necessarily need to know." Shujue shook her head and interrupted her mercilessly: "In the worst case, I will kill all the people in this illusion. You can also create more trouble. Stay with me, I don’t care.”

The maid who had just been killed by her two sticks fell down and never woke up again. Shujue had some guesses in her mind.

After the fake Mu Qianqian heard her say these words, she couldn't hold back for a moment, and the smile on her face finally broke.

It was obvious that Shu Jue was not joking.

"A monk cannot kill people at will, you..."

"You are no longer human, do you care whether I kill you or not?" Shujue interrupted her again impatiently, hitting the ground with a stick, and several cracks appeared directly on the stone slab. Centered on the stick, spider webs appeared. The same spreads outward.

She raised her eyebrows at the fake Mu Qianqian: "I'm also curious, is it your brain or this slate that is stronger."

After saying the harsh words, she no longer made any unnecessary moves, and just stared at the fake Mu Qianqian.

"I said." Under Shu Jue's gaze, the other party finally gave in and compromised: "But we have to wait until the wedding is over."

She walked around Shu Jue and walked outside.

The courtyard was no longer the same as when Shu Jue came. It was fragrant, crimson bloomed enthusiastically, and scattered petals could be seen everywhere.

This is a wedding that Shu Jue has never seen before.

There were not many people in the courtyard, and those people didn't react when Shujue came. They still looked at the gate blankly.

Shu Jue hung Fu Xue back on her waist and strode out of the city lord's mansion.

The streets outside were also different from what she saw yesterday. They were full of life. Flower petals covered the streets, and many people who were not invited to the wedding opened their windows in the high pavilions to watch, looking very happy.

It didn't take long for the city lord and his wife to arrive on the magic weapon.

Shujue had never seen the appearance of that magic weapon, nor had she even seen the clothes on the city lord and his wife. In a sea of ​​red, the pure white on their bodies was a bit dazzling.

"Be careful." The city lord led his wife down. Even Shujue, a stranger, could see the strong emotion in his eyes, as if he was holding a rare treasure in his hand.

Everyone started to cheer: "City Lord! Carry our City Lord's wife in!" "Yes, City Lord! The bride's feet must not touch the ground!"

"Hug him up! Hug him up!"

The city lord's wife blushed, buried her head in the man's arms, let him pick her up by the waist, and walked towards the courtyard.

The booing around her became even louder. Shu Jue saw that the ears of the city lord's wife were red, and the smile on the city lord's lips was even gentler to the extreme.

During this process, it seemed that no one could see Shu Jue. They simply ignored her. Even if they passed by her, no one gave her a second glance.

The process went very quickly. A man who looked like a butler above read a piece of paper and read: "Wan Yanqing, are you willing to marry Li Zhuo and live with him until you grow old? No matter whether you are born, old, sick or dead, whether you are poor or rich, you will be with him." Will you never leave?"

"I am willing."

"Li Zhuo, are you willing to marry Wan Yanqing and stay with her till the end of your life? No matter whether she is born, old, sick or dead, whether she is beautiful or ugly, you will always treat her and never leave her?"

"I……"

Exclamations rang out before the word "yes" could be uttered.

Li Zhuo lowered his head in shock. A blood-colored flower bloomed on the chest of his white clothes. A large mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He looked in pain. He held Wan Yanqing's hand tightly and spoke several times, but in the end he could not say anything. Say those two words.

"Whether he wants it or not, he can't marry you." A hoarse voice rang in the air. Shujue looked up and saw a gaping hole suddenly opened in the cloudless sky. A middle-aged man stepped out of the gap. He walked out and looked at everyone: "Are you Wan Yanqing? Our king wants to see you, please come with us."

Wan Yanqing's scream was stuck in her throat, but her tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Holding the fallen body of her beloved in her arms, she had never felt that the red color was so dazzling that it hurt her heart and lungs.

"I won't go with you unless you kill me." Wan Yanqing opened her mouth and couldn't speak for a long time. She only felt that her throat was extremely dry. After a long time, she coldly rejected the man.

"Ha..." The man made a gesture, and a group of people with magic marks on their faces came out from nowhere and started massacre indiscriminately at the wedding banquet.

Screams filled his ears, and Wanyanqing regretted it.

"Stop! Stop! I'll go with you! I'll go with you! Let them go, I beg you!" Wanyanqing's eyes were bloodshot, watching people around her fall one after another, but she could only hold Li Zhuo in her arms Watching this happen helplessly.

She watched her relatives, friends and guests being pierced through the chests by the demon's claws, she watched the thick and warm blood splashed all over the bright red roses, and she watched the little girl who fell down still clutching the pair of hands that had not yet arrived. The ring given away...

Why is this happening?Why?
Today should obviously be the starting point of her happiness, why did it become the end?
"I agree now... it's too late..." The corners of the man's mouth curved strangely, and his eyes turned slightly red when he looked at Wan Yanqing: "Don't you know? Once our demons take action, we will not leave anyone alive."

In the huge courtyard, the screams of fighting gradually subsided.

Wan Yanqing sat on her knees in the courtyard with a dull expression.

Li Zhuo's body lying on her legs had gradually become cold, and some of the splashed blood fell on her wedding dress, bit by bit, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow in winter.

"Okay, everything in the way has been cleared away. Wan Yanqing, come with us." The man took a deep breath. The smell of blood in his nostrils was so moving that it really made him want to kill again.

The crimson in his eyes faded, and he reached out to grab Wanyan Qing, but she swung him away.

Wan Yanqing's strength was frightening at this moment. She turned her head stiffly to look at the shocked man, her expression seemed to be weeping, laughing and almost crazy. Every word she spoke seemed to be crying blood: "I want you all to be buried with me!"