"Yaoyao, let's go inside and pay our respects at the altar. Rest assured, from now on I will be wholly devoted to you," Changsheng said tenderly as he looked at Mi Yao.
Mi Yao revealed a smile, "Okay."
The two of them walked in together, but at that moment a low, hoarse voice sounded, "Hold on!"
Mi Yao turned around, and she saw... Feng Yueming.
Feng Yueming's appearance at this moment was quite... ghastly. He was covered in bloody wounds, his damp clothes clinging to his body, a patch of dark energy on his handsome right cheek, his thin, seductive lips now pale, and he stared at her with an icy expression.
"Look at that person, what's wrong with his face?"
"Yeah, so ugly, like a demon or something."...
The surrounding villagers began to talk amongst themselves.
