MTL - My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old-Chapter 442 Wife Killing Testimony

Chapter 442: Wife Killing Sermon

 The simple courtyard is covered with red silk hangings everywhere.

Although the yard looks simple, the owner’s care can be seen everywhere.

 The yard is surrounded by flowers of all colors, full of spring.

 These are all brought back from the mountains by Xiao Yu'er in his spare time.

 The villagers all came to help enthusiastically, making the wedding extremely lively.

"Where is the groom? Why hasn't the groom come back yet?" the village chief asked in confusion.

"The banquet is about to begin, why haven't we seen the groom yet?"

Little Cherry's heart thumped and she looked towards the little fish covered with a red hijab.

 The bride sat in front of the bronze mirror and waited.

 The groom was nowhere to be seen.

Just when Little Cherry was guessing, someone shouted from outside the door: "The groom is back."

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Wen Mingxuan had run away.

Grandma Yang came hurriedly and said, "I guess I went to my father and mother's graves to express my condolences to my ancestors, and I'm back. The auspicious time has come, and we will get married soon." Grandma Yang was a little uneasy.

 I always feel like my eyelids are twitching a lot.

The sound of gongs and drums was very lively, and everyone was congratulating Wen Mingxuan.

“When you get married, you should be nice to her and live a good life. From now on, you should support each other and grow old together.” Grandma Yang held Wen Mingxuan’s hand and kept telling her.

Wen Mingxuan's hands were surprisingly cold, biting to the bone.

Grandma Yang always felt that something was wrong with Wen Mingxuan today.

The aura of being out of dust became more and more obvious, and he looked like an immortal.

I heard that the immortal master from the Immortal Sect has come out to recruit disciples, but this has nothing to do with the remote mountain village.

 “Worship the heaven and the earth.”

 “Two bows to the high hall.”

 The house was filled with souls, which was shocking to see.

Obviously you only need to worship your parents to get married, but Wen Mingxuan took out the memorial tablets of all his relatives, and Xiao Yuer kept kowtowing and getting up.

Kowtow constantly and get up constantly.

 Worship at Gaotang until her legs and feet tremble.

 Her forehead turned red as she kowtowed.

Little Cherry's eyes turned red as she looked at it. Mo Ling pulled her and shook her head gently.

 He could see that there was a deep entanglement between Xiao Yu'er and Wen Mingxuan.

 At the same time, he was a little afraid of Wen Mingxuan today.

He has been practicing for thousands of years, but Wen Mingxuan is just a mortal, so he actually has a kind of fear in his bones.

 “The couple worship each other.”

 At the moment when the couple bowed to each other, there was a storm outside.

It is obviously a sunny and good weather, but at this moment, the sun is actually covered by flying sand and rocks and dark clouds.

“Oh, why did the wind blow suddenly?” The wind was so strange that everyone was a little scared.

“It seems like it’s going to rain heavily. Fortunately, we put up a shed.”

 “The ceremony is completed.”

 “Sent into the bridal chamber.”

After the ceremony was completed, Little Cherry helped Little Yuer back to the backyard.

Wen Mingxuan stayed with everyone in the front yard until it got dark and the villagers left one after another.

 The excitement has dispersed.

The candle was burning brightly.

 There was some silence in the house.

Hearing Wen Mingxuan's footsteps, Xiao Yuer's hand holding the handkerchief tightened slightly.

 Under the hijab, I saw him approaching step by step.

 The man paused in front of her for a moment, breathing shallowly, and both of them could feel each other's breathing.

 The light comes.

 He lifted his hijab.

Xiaoyuer felt a little dazzling and raised his head slightly.

Wen Mingxuan looked away in a hurry as if he was stung by her appearance.

 “Have a drink at the bar.”

The two of them were holding wine glasses, their breathing intertwined, and Xiao Yuer was stunned for a moment.

 “Where have you been today?” Xiao Yuer asked.

"Don't you have anything to tell me?" Xiao Yu'er looked at him steadily.

 The two of them held their wrists and breathed together.

Wen Mingxuan frowned: "I went to see my parents."

 Xiao Yu'er said no more.

The strong alcohol went down her throat, causing her to cough slightly.

Wen Mingxuan was about to raise his hand, but suddenly took it back as if he remembered something.

Wen Mingxuan took her hand and put out the red candle.

 Step by step towards the bed.

 Under night.

 Heavy rain is coming. The room was eerily quiet.

The silence is unnerving.

 The wild wind made the windows crackle.

Wen Mingxuan held her and sat on the edge of the bed, with the girl's petite body leaning in his arms.

 Able to feel each other's body temperature.

"You know? Every day, when I close my eyes, I see the scene of my grandparents, parents, and relatives dying in front of me. I can never sleep peacefully." Wen Mingxuan hugged her and rested his chin on her shoulder.

 He murmured quietly.

"Xiao Yu'er, I will never forget my hatred in this life." The Jiang family!

 The Jiang family!

Your Majesty!

"Brother Mingxuan...look at my wrist." Xiao Yu'er closed his eyes and shouted softly.

 The moment when the sound falls.

Puff.

 The sound of a sharp knife tip piercing flesh and blood.

The blood flowed down the river, soaking the red wedding clothes along Xiao Yu'er's body. Xiao Yu'er still closed his eyes, calm and without a trace of surprise.

There was an explosion in the sky and thunder rolling.

 White lightning pierced the night sky, and Wen Mingxuan could clearly see Xiao Yu'er's pale cheeks.

 “Xiao Yu’er…” Wen Mingxuan’s voice trembled.

 The hand holding the knife was shaking constantly.

He followed Xiao Yu'er's gaze and saw that the red dot on Xiao Yu'er's wrist was growing red thread little by little.

 But the moment the sword penetrated the flesh.

 All the red threads have faded away, and even the red spots have disappeared.

Xiao Yuer seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be mocking, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

 Xiao Yu'er raised his hand and grasped Wen Mingxuan's big hand tightly, pressing it firmly on the handle of the knife.

 Then he took another sharp step forward.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ifies.

 The entire knife was directly inserted into the body.

 The little fish spit out blood.

Wen Mingxuan let go of his hand like crazy: "Xiao Yu'er! I'm sorry, Xiao Yu'er, I'm sorry!"

"I...I can't let go of everything, I can't let my whole family die in vain, I can't marry the daughter of a genocide."

"I..." Wen Mingxuan saw the dazzling red color and felt a constant chill in his heart.

  Xiao Yu'er wanted to laugh, but the rapid loss of blood made it impossible for her to even smile.

 She slowly fell to the ground.

 Three days ago.

 She was under Wen Mingxuan's pillow.

Discovered the practice book of Wuqingdao.

 The ruthless way.

 The sword cuts off relatives and severs love.

　　The entire Wen family is dead, and now only me is left who has not yet broken off the engagement.

 Kill your wife to prove the truth.

 Xiao Yu'er laughed softly.

 Huge mouthfuls of blood gushed out from her mouth.

 She never even glanced at Wen Mingxuan, she only smiled lowly, and the vitality continued to flow from her body.

until…

 The light in the eyes dims.

 Feel her breath cut off.

Wen Mingxuan shed a tear.

 His heart was obviously numb, so why was his whole body shaking with pain?

 He was shaking uncontrollably.

An old man stood silently at the door: "The worldly relationship has been broken. It's time for you to follow me to practice."

　　This talent that was born to be a good practitioner was unexpectedly met by him.

"The fingertips are for marriage. If the marriage is entangled, you can enter the Tao by cutting it off. You should go with me."

 “At least we are a married couple, let the disciples take her to the funeral.” Wen Mingxuan did not look back, he just picked up Xiao Yuer and walked step by step in the heavy rain.

 The heavy rain diluted the blood, but it could not wash away the traces of her visit.

 The little girl with round cheeks before has become so thin without knowing it.

 He was able to pick her up with almost no effort.

 It seemed that he hadn't heard Brother Shen Xuan for a long time.

 No, she called just now.

Thinking of Brother Mingxuan, Wen Mingxuan's lips turned white in pain.

 Under the heavy rain, Wen Mingxuan buried Xiao Yuer.

I found a wooden board with Wen Mingxuan's wife engraved on it.

The small grave has become the girl’s destination.

 (End of this chapter)