After a flash marriage, the abstinent snake husband stalks her every night

"What Sixth Man? I think you, Huo Yunzhou, are a Sixth Man!"

Mr. Huo's furious rebuke continued to penetrate the receiver of the phone:

"Four years ago I introduced you to a girl, and you dumped her for my second son. You two have been married for four years, and your child is already in kindergarten. I consider this a great deed for you."

"Three years ago, I gave you another chance, but you gave it to the third brother. Both of them work in the hospital, so they get along well. I don't blame you!"

"Two years ago, you dumped him to the fourth brother again. No one wanted him, so he forgave you reluctantly!"

"You still dare to push it to Lao Liu this year? Lao Liu is still in high school!"

"No matter what you say this time, I will not compromise. I will tie your red string tightly!"

Huo Yunzhou was calm when he heard what Old Master Huo said on the other end of the phone. "Grandpa, as the eldest son of the Huo family, I am determined to cultivate myself, manage my family, govern the country and bring peace to the world. Now, I am still in the stage of self-cultivation."

"What kind of body cultivation are you doing? I think you are cultivating a bachelor spirit! You are a bachelor for 26 years and you have become a spirit. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"..."

Huo Yunzhou couldn't understand, so he simply muted his cell phone, put it aside, and continued typing away.

Mr. Huo was still shouting on the other side of the screen:

"The girl the master has chosen for you this time has an extraordinary destiny and is extremely rare. He also said that if the Huo family does not marry her, their wealth will be gone within three generations and they will be reduced to begging on the overpass!"

"She will be in Kyoto in a few days. I have invited everyone in Kyoto's social circles. You have to arrange this marriage even if you don't want to!"

"beep--"

The phone finally hung up.

Sitting on the leather seat, Huo Yunzhou, wearing a noble high-end white shirt, teased: "A bachelor for 26 years is considered a spirit? Is the threshold for becoming a spirit so low?"

He smiled, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, as light as a dragonfly skimming the water.

Suddenly, there was a strange movement in the body.

Huo Yunzhou's face suddenly tensed, and his slender, clean hands held the slightly loose bow tie around his neck.

This feeling is...

He barely suppressed his inexplicable restlessness, then picked up his cell phone and made a call.

"I'll go to S City to find you."

"Hmm? Isn't it summer now?" Another man's hesitant and teasing voice came from the phone, "What's wrong? Is your period disrupted?"

"Just take it as such."

Huo Yunzhou's tone was filled with a hint of annoyance.

……

Three days later.

Huo Yunzhou sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, and the car was heading towards the airport.

Just as he was passing a crossroads, he suddenly smelled an unusual scent and his nose twitched slightly.

Just the next second...

"Sa——"

A long wooden sword flew across the sky and stabbed the zebra crossing five meters in front of the car!

Then there was a loud brake sound and the Rolls-Royce stopped suddenly.

The car behind honked twice, then angrily changed lanes and drove away.

Inside the car, Huo Yunzhou's physical discomfort just happened to flare up. He leaned forward with one arm on the seat in front of him, his red-gold eyes unusually hot.

As for the breath just now, it disappeared in an instant.

The driver turned around nervously and asked, "Mr. Huo, are you okay?"

His voice was not steady. "Go down and see what's going on."

"Yes!"

The driver got out of the car and walked to the wooden sword. His pupils suddenly widened in shock.

When viewed from a distance, the wooden sword stands there, giving people the illusion that it is inserted straight into the ground.

But a closer look revealed that the bottom of the wooden sword was not in direct contact with the ground...

Suddenly, a woman came running across the zebra crossing.

The woman pulled out the wooden sword, raised the tip, and smiled softly, not knowing what she saw.

Then he neatly put the wooden sword back into the dark red sword case.

"Saving two lives is better than building a 14-story pagoda. You're welcome."

After she finished speaking to the driver, she turned and walked towards the central building.

The driver stared at the woman's back, his face full of astonishment: This man was playing with a wooden sword and almost caused a traffic accident, and she actually told him, you're welcome?

Also, why does she dress so weirdly?

Even with just a brief glance, the driver saw the black pockmarks on the woman's face.

Looking at the back of the figure again, he was dressed in rough cloth, with a bird's nest on his head and long, messy hair behind his head that was like a bush of thorns.

When did wild people infiltrate Kyoto?

Back in the car, the driver still found it unbelievable and explained to the president in the back seat: "Mr. Huo, he is a savage, playing with a wooden sword on the street..."

"Savage?"

Huo Yunzhou felt another sharp pain in his wrist, and two snake scales appeared on his watch.

I have to go to City S as soon as possible...

He ordered in a cold voice: "Don't worry about it, go."

At the order, the Rolls-Royce started again and drove away from the scene.

On the street not far away, Song Zhen held the sword case in both hands, and the sword case vibrated violently between his arms.

A sharp scream sounded: "Damn it, damn it! As long as I overturn that car and seize the Purple Star Fate, I will be reborn into a wealthy family in my next life! Damn it, damn it! Ah!"

Only Song Zhen could hear this sound.

The Ziwei star horoscope is the most supreme and noble of all horoscopes in the world, and all kinds of evil spirits flock to it.

Especially the reincarnated ghosts, who take advantage of the short seven days after death when they wander around the human world to steal the fate of the living to seek welfare for their next life. There are many evil deeds.

Song Zhen never had any mercy on this kind of evil ghost.

She silently chanted the spell: "Nine Heavens Stars, subdue the devil and suppress evil, destroy!"

As he finished speaking, a painful groan was heard from the sword case.

“Ah! Don’t eat me…Ah! I was wrong…Please spare me…Ahhhhh!”

The entire sword box vibrated violently.

After a fierce struggle, the reincarnated ghost inside was completely devoured by the peach wood sword.

The old butler came running towards them with his bodyguards.

The former wiped his sweat and panted, "Miss Song, the barber has been waiting for you for half an hour, why are you here?"

She said calmly, "I haven't eaten for three days. I saw something delicious and I took it out of habit."

Haven't eaten for three days?

They had clearly eaten a lot on their way back to Kyoto, tasting all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and the sea, but Song Zhen actually said he hadn't eaten...

If the master knew about this, he would think that he was neglecting the noble man!

The old butler was secretly unhappy, and quietly contacted people to customize a delicious meal prepared by a top chef.

Then he led Song Zhen to the building beside him.

On the fourth floor of the building, in a luxurious barber shop that was booked out, the chief barber, Tony, stood behind Song Zhen. He couldn't bring himself to touch the ball of hair in front of him, and his face was full of resistance.

The old butler shouted with a dark face: "Add another hundred thousand!"

Teacher Tony was shocked.

Driven by money, he picked up the dry cleaning spray in his hand.

"呲-"

The bird's nest, which was originally covered with thorns and even mixed with dead leaves and debris, was transformed into flax light brown wavy curls after the barber's magical operations of cleaning, cutting, maintenance, dyeing and shaping.

The airy bangs float gently on her forehead, adding a different kind of sweetness to her beautifully contoured face.

It's a pity that the black pockmarks on the face really spoil the look.

The old butler had no idea what to do for the time being, "Let's do this for now!"

A few minutes later, Song Zhen changed into a simple red long dress, held the wooden sword box, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure he is worth 990 billion?"

The reason why Song Zhen asked was because she had calculated Huo Yunzhou's birth date and horoscope using the data provided by the old housekeeper on the way here.

Result: This person has already been reincarnated!

The old housekeeper replied perfunctorily: "My eldest master is very rich, Miss Song, don't worry!"

Song Zhen narrowed his eyes dangerously, and finally got into the long Rolls-Royce and headed for Kyoto's top seven-star hotel.

A grand engagement party for a wealthy family is waiting for her!