Strongest Guard

He wore a red veil over his head, and the only person he could think of would be him.    

Yue Zitong waited for a long time, but no one came to lift her red veil. She could only sigh as she lifted her hand to gently lift it up.    

The candlestick on the round table was already filled with tears.    

The orange candlelight moved without any wind, causing one to suspect that in the next moment, a guy with a pale face and a red tongue would suddenly walk out of the shadow that couldn't be seen by the candlelight. Ge Ge Gui laughed: "My wife, it's getting late.    

Although the candlelight wasn't very bright, Yue Zitong had good eyesight.    

She didn't see anything unusual in the shadows in the corner of the room.    

She slowly turned her head and looked at the puppet on the right side of the bed.    

Lee Nanfang's doll.    

He was vividly dressed in a navy blue middle mountain suit. His brand-new leather shoes had been polished to a crisp, making him look very flirtatious.    

As expected, the painter's drawing skills were good. The face drawn from Lee Nanfang's photo was the same as the sneaky smile on the painter's face.    

However, Lee Nanfang had no eyes.    

No matter how lifelike a doll without eyes was, it did not have a soul.    

Those without eyes, whether they were alive or with cloth puppets, all had ghastly white eyes.    

It was extremely strange.    

Even though Yue Zitong desperately wanted Lee Nanfang to be alive, she still felt a bit scared after looking at the doll for a while. She quickly looked at the table and said softly, "The painter said that if I give you a bit of eyes, you will have a soul. I hope he's right. "    

Yue Zitong got off the bed, walked to the table and picked up the paintbrush she had prepared earlier.    

There was only one color, black, in the coloring box.    

The eyes are black, aren't they?    

Yue Zitong dipped her brush into the paint box and dipped it into the sauce. Then, she turned around and walked to the window. She held the cloth puppet's right shoulder with her left hand while the brush in her right slowly touched its left eye.    

Yue Zitong had learned how to paint when she was young. Although the distance between the painting technique and the painting technique was still as far as the distance between Earth and the moon, it was still possible to light up an eyeball in the cloth puppet's cataract like eye socket.    

When the brush was raised, Yue Zitong felt the light in the room brighten.    

It was all because the doll had eyes.    

Or rather, he had a soul.    

Anything, as long as it had a soul, would be alive.    

Qi can not only change the dry air field, but also affect the brightness of the light.    

The more he looked at the beautiful woman under the lamp, the more beautiful she was. This had something to do with being angry.    

Even though the cloth puppet was a one-eyed dragon, the other empty eye was still very frightening.    

Her jade-like hand lightly tapped.    

When he lifted it up again, the doll was like a lifelike Lee Nanfang.    

Yue Zitong, who seemed to have godly assistance in drawing, gave the cloth doll a strong illusion that it would immediately jump up and pick up her hair, fiercely shaking it as she scolded, "Yue Zitong, you venomous snake woman. I, your master, have fought for so much benefit for you and the Yue Clan, but you are still not satisfied. Do you still have any humanity left in you? Are you still considered human?! "    

"Sorry, sorry, Nanfang."    

Seemingly hearing the cloth doll's roar, Yue Zitong's right hand trembled and the brush fell from her hand. It grazed the left side of the cloth doll's face and drew a black line.    

She didn't see it.    

This was because she had already closed her eyes, allowing the large teardrops to flow down from the corners of her eyes.    

She kept apologizing to Lee Nanfang, hoping that he would forgive her for having to do so in the underworld.    

Waste Utilization --    

In short, Yue Zitong had explained the meaning of those words for a long time.    

"Forgive my aunt for what happened. When I find you after I die, regardless of whether you curse me, beat me, or strangle me, I will not resist."    

When the night wind blew in from the rear window and blew on the tears on Yue Zitong's face, it made her feel a little cold. Only then did she open her eyes.    

No matter what the value of the courtyard was, Zi Fann was an old house with heavy moisture.    

So in the early summer, open the rear window, let the wind through the hall and through the belt moisture, is inevitable.    

When Yue Zitong opened her eyes, she realized that she had accidentally ruined Lee Nanfang's "face." She immediately cried out softly and hurriedly reached out her hand to wipe it.    

He wiped the black paint on his hands, but did not clean the cloth doll's face.    

As for Lee Nanfang, he was immediately absorbed by the cloth after the color was drawn.    

"Well, that's it. Tomorrow, I'll make a new you, put you in bed, and sleep with me every night. I'm sorry, dear. "    

As Aunt Yue spoke, she bent down and kissed the puppet's forehead. "Alright, it's getting late. You should go to sleep first and come back after I wash my hands."    

As she spoke, Yue Zitong took off the clothes of the cloth doll as if she was serving a living person.    

He folded them neatly and put them in the closet along with his shoes.    

Since she wanted to be Lee Nanfang, then not only must she have a lifelike face, but she must also have various parts of her body.    

The skin of the cloth doll was naturally painted the color of flesh.    

As for the thing between his legs, it was even more indispensable. The simulation was quite high.    

Even though she knew it was a fake, when Yue Zitong accidentally touched it with the back of her hand, Xinn'er still felt a strange sensation.    

This strange feeling caused her to feel flustered and her face to turn hot. She quickly pulled the quilt over the cloth doll's body and quickly left the bridal chamber.    

After walking out of the bridal room, she let out a heavy sigh and lowered her head to look at her right hand.    

The black pigment on his right hand had to be cleaned.    

Otherwise, Aunt Yue, who had a bad habit of holding her fingers in her sleep at night, would definitely turn into her black lips when she woke up in the morning.    

This would damage her perfect, noble image.    

Coming out of the chamber and going down the steps, one could see the washbasin in front of the eastern room.    

As Yue Zitong walked down the stairs, her steps became slightly larger, and her right leg started to hurt.    

She had been cut by the bamboo stick when she kicked away the lantern, and although it was bandaged now, it would still hurt if she moved a little too much.    

It will bleed.    

Caught off guard, she let out a low cry in pain.    

No one would hear it.    

Because there wouldn't be a third person in the backyard tonight besides Yue Zitong and her groom.    

Master Empty had instructed this a long time ago. He said that if someone came to the backyard and disturbed Patriarch Yue and Little Nephew's good fortune, they would be seriously ill.    

No matter what sounds came from the backyard, they were not allowed to disturb it in case of any accidents.    

The pain that Zong Gaang and the rest promised before the wedding ceremony was not something they would feel in their hearts.    

Now they believed it.    

In this world, there were indeed some supernatural phenomena that could not be explained by science.    

The wind was blowing.    

The wind blew Yue Zitong's red dowry, revealing her long sexy legs.    

Of course, she was not in the mood to appreciate this. She only turned around to look at the bridal chamber.    

When she came out, she did not close the door of the bridal chamber. When the night wind blew past her, it directly threw itself into the room, blew out the candle, and went out through the back window.    

After the candle was extinguished, Yue Zitong could see inside the room more clearly.    

Tonight, the moon was very bright. After shining through the skylight, it just happened to land on Lee Nanfang's face, making it look extremely eerie.    

The change in the light made Yue Zitong's heart skip a beat.    

It was true that she was the head of the family, but she was also someone who had experienced life and death situations. However, when the current situation was connected to the legends of China, she would feel an instinctive fear.    

"I am not afraid, not afraid. When he was alive, even I wasn't afraid of him, let alone when he was already dead. "    

Yue Zitong stared blankly at the doll on the bed in the room. After a moment, she muttered something and walked over to the washbasin.    

Yue Zitong washed her hands very slowly.    

Firstly, her palm had been pierced by a bone ash urns. It was best to be careful not to get wet to prevent her from getting infected.    

Secondly, her imagination was running wild: "If Nanfang really lives — do I have to be scared?"    

"Yue Zitong, you're so stupid. How could Nanfang be alive? Even if he's alive, why should you be afraid of him? He should understand your current difficulties and understand the heart that loves him. "    

Yue Zitong couldn't help but laugh. She shook her hands lightly, turned around, and walked up the stairs.    

The moon, shining through the skylight, was obscured by a cloud as she entered the chamber.    

What were they looking at? They were all confused.    

Yue Zitong closed the door, walked to the table, and reached for the lighter.    

He couldn't find it.    

He only touched the plate and two glasses.    

On the night of the wedding, a couple drank wine to cheer themselves up – this was also an essential part of the traditional Chinese wedding ceremony.    

Yue Zitong, however, lost her interest. "Hai, forget it. In any case, there won't be anyone who would drink with me and will only be able to sleep by themselves.    

No bridegroom came to undress the bride, so Yue Zitong came herself.    

He took off his clothes and didn't need to light himself up.    

A few minutes later, Yue Zitong's beautiful body appeared in the darkness, as if there was a layer of holy light flickering around her.    

There were no three pieces of cloth in the Chinese wedding dress, only a small piece of cloth with a red undergarment.    

However, Yue Zitong really wasn't used to sleeping in these clothes, so she simply took them off and put them on the clothes rack by the window. She hugged her chest with her left hand, bent over and stretched out her right hand.    

When Yue Zitong leaned on the bedside table side by side, she looked at the direction of the moon outside the window that was obscured by clouds and laughed softly, "Nanfang, if you really have a soul, then you should possess the body of the doll now and enjoy your lovely bride. I remember that you were always regretting that we were only 'husband and wife'. Tonight at this time, you will have a good chance to have a round dream. Come on, why aren't you here yet? "    

She was clearly challenging a dead man with ease in her heart and body, but when she finished speaking, her voice began to tremble?    

It was because a hand had suddenly landed on her body.    

The other leg was wrapped around her waist.    

It wasn't Yue Zitong's hand!    

It wasn't Yue Zitong's leg!    

Whose … Whose is this!?!?!?    

As soon as Yue Zitong was hooked into an ice-cold embrace that reeked of rotten flesh, all the blood in her body instantly froze.    

His mind went blank all of a sudden.    

Only her own terrified cry remained, "Who are you!?"    

The words that floated in her mind did not stop the owner of that hand. She stretched out her other hand and roughly wrapped her neck, forcing her to raise her chin.    

After that, a slippery mouth with the same rancid smell sucked her mouth.    

She instinctively resisted and struggled.    

He wanted to escape from his hands, his mouth.    

However, her extreme fear had consumed too much of her strength, making it impossible for her to put up any resistance.