Chapter 39 Let’s have fun first

In Hei Bai Xuan Jian's recollection, the newlyweds in the main hall had already paid homage to heaven and earth and their only elder, Aunt Wei. Amid Aunt Wei's forced smile, the bride in her wedding dress was led into the bridal chamber by the groom Yang Chong.

As the lights flickered, Yang Chong sat on the corner of the bed, lowering his head and pondering. Things were becoming more and more interesting.

"You stood in front of me just now, was it just because you liked me?" Jingwei took the initiative to speak as Yang Chong sighed.

As a killer, Jingwei was able to possess strength comparable to that of a top-tier killer at such a young age. Naturally, this was achieved through her own hard work. Countless people died at her hands, including many so-called masters. However, the performance of those people before they died was completely different from Yang Chong's.

Fear will only make people crazy, and that is what is happening to the villagers in Weijia Village now. But in Yang Chong, Jingwei saw that he was fearless because of fear.

While Jingwei was feeling strange, she also felt as if something was touched. Although her sword was sharp, it seemed to be missing something, a little spirit.

"Yes." Yang Chong, who didn't know why Jingwei suddenly asked such a question, could only answer yes.

"What's the reason? Is it just that we are already engaged?" Jingwei asked again.

"Yes, no man would allow his woman to be killed in front of him. If the outcome cannot be changed, then he can choose to die first." Yang Chong emphasized again.

Although Jingwei is ruthless, she is beautiful enough, and that is enough.

"What do you like about me?" Jingwei asked herself. This time she was not asking Yang Chong.

"You are my wife." Yang Chong said. Deep affection requires reasons and process, but liking someone does not need them. It only requires a momentary impulse, but now it requires a reason that looks good.

The bridal chamber suddenly fell into silence.

In the silence, listening to the faint breathing of Jingwei beside his ear, Yang Chong's heart gradually fell into a struggle between his conscience and his desires. Being impulsive is good, but there will be punishment for being impulsive!
As the saying goes, to die under a peony flower is to be a romantic ghost. Although Jingwei is not a peony flower, she is a mermaid. Now that things have already happened, the killer of Luowang has become his bride in the bridal chamber. Facing the seemingly predetermined fate, what choice does Yang Chong have?

Rather than slowly walking towards death in worry, it is better to enjoy everything that can be enjoyed now. In this way, even if the fight fails, even if he dies, it is not too bad after all, right? Probably! He will be a man bathed in flames in the future.

Yang Chong thought pretentiously, but in fact he had already made up his mind, with such beauty in front of him, how could he not enjoy it?

When Yang Chong said in front of Yan Lingji that he wanted to burn to death like a flame, rather than die silently in a dilapidated house like old man Li, who was burdened with great hatred, he had already realized it.

He wanted to master the strongest martial arts, defeat the most powerful enemy, possess the most beautiful woman, and obtain the highest power. He didn't just say these words to show off in front of Yan Lingji, he really wanted to do it.

Hesitation was just an act. Yang Chong, who had never hesitated, walked to the wash basin, tidied himself up a bit, and then walked to the bed, to his bride. The room was small, so Yang Chong quickly walked to the bed, and then stretched out his hands to pinch the two corners of the red veil. The faint fragrance from Jingwei lingered in his breath, making him know that the woman in front of him was a cold murder weapon, but he couldn't help but have a lucky fantasy. What if the story could develop in another direction? Can he really do it?

As Yang Chong slowly lifted the red veil, the bride's face appeared in his sight. She had an absolutely beautiful appearance and natural beauty, enough to be called the most stunning beauty in the country. Her skin was as white as jade, and more delicate than peach blossoms. The rosy complexion showed her charm. Her skin was crystal clear, just like the bright moon in the sky, stealing the beauty of heaven and earth.

If he could really live with such a stunningly beautiful wife, it would be the luckiest thing in the world. However, he could not die without regrets, since he was already dead. As for Yan Lingji, she had already been forgotten by Yang Chong.

"My husband seems to be scared?" Jingwei looked at Yang Chong in front of her and asked with her delicate red lips slightly opening and closing.

Is this my goal? Is this also the first time that I need to use weapons other than a sword to complete the task? Jingwei's eyes wandered over Yang Chong's body, and she felt a sense of strangeness in her heart that she could not understand.

Although Luowang's killers would stop at nothing to achieve their goals, and it was common for them to use honey traps on their targets, this was her first time doing such a mission. Although she had already developed a cold personality through Luowang's missions time and again, she was still a little nervous at this moment. After all, this was her first time, her first time in every sense of the word.

Moreover, she also saw the shadow reflected in the depths of Yang Chong's eyes. The owner of that shadow was herself. Jingwei saw herself, and saw herself in the eyes of others.

Is this how I look in other people’s eyes? Red makeup and white face, cold and without any tenderness. Jingwei felt like he didn’t recognize himself anymore.

"My lady, I don't want to offend you." Yang Chong said.

Jingwei was slightly startled, not knowing how to respond. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I am your wife now."

"I am your husband now." As Yang Chong spoke, he had already sat down next to Jingwei. The outer sides of their thighs were pressed tightly together, and they both felt a touch that was unfamiliar to them, but it should not be unfamiliar in the future.

Yang Chong stopped thinking about it and simply raised his hand to hold Jingwei in his arms. Looking at that delicate and bright little face, he kissed that slightly opened little mouth without thinking.

Let’s just enjoy everything first, and as for the future, of course we’ll talk about it later.

Jingwei frowned subconsciously when being kissed. She didn't like the feeling of being out of control of her body. Moreover, it was too close. She was exposing her weakness in front of others. Although this other person was her 'husband' now, her husband was just the target of the mission.

At this time, Yang Chong had already kissed Jingwei's beautiful eyebrows, as if he wanted to smooth out those slightly wrinkled brows. Jingwei's breath bloomed between Yang Chong's breaths, turning into a mellow taste that was intoxicating his mind.

The beauty trap has been the best strategy since ancient times. Of course, it is the most sincere strategy.

Because it is truly given.

(End of this chapter)