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After coming to her senses, Duanmu Rong was no longer willing to watch Xuan Du hugging Jiang Wanwan, and turned around resolutely.

Although she had made the decision, her heart still ached and her feelings seemed to be severed.

She hopes that she can become a heartless fairy in the future.

Seeing Jiang Wanwan wake up, Xuandu carefully supported her until Jiang Wanwan stood firmly.

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Wanwan held her forehead and looked at Xuandu with a confused look.

Xuan Du patiently explained, "You were affected by the Nine Nether Bell, but you are fine now."

Jiang Wanwan bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Then...did anything happen when I was unconscious?"

"Don't worry, everything is fine. It's just..."

"Just what?" Jiang Wanwan asked hurriedly, thinking that something really big had happened.

"It was only when I saw you in danger that I realized my feelings." Xuan Du said seriously, his voice was cold and firm, and his handsome face was gentle.

After hearing this, Jiang Wanwan blushed immediately and lowered her head, not daring to look at Xuandu.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as gentle and charming as an orchid swaying in the wind.

The two fell into silence for a while, and no one spoke again.

After a while, Jiang Wanwan finally mustered up the courage to raise her head, staring at Xuan Du, and asked softly, "What about you?"

"You..." They both started to speak at the same time and then stopped at the same time. After looking at each other and smiling, they said in unison: "You go first."

Jiang Wanwan lowered her head shyly, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and her cheeks were slightly red: "You speak first..."

"I am willing to give up my religious life and return to secular life. Will you marry me?"

Xuan Du's handsome face was tense, his white clothes were still as cold as dust, but there was tenderness in his eyes.

Although Jiang Wanwan didn't know what happened when she was unconscious, she could feel Xuan Du's sincerity from his expression and words.

She bit her lower lip and tried hard not to cry out, but her sad expression was as pitiful as an orchid trembling in the wind.

Jiang Wanwan's eyes were filled with tears and her brows were filled with sorrow: "Even if I am predicted not to live past 18 and unable to be with you, are you willing?"

"I do." Xuandu took a step forward without thinking, his handsome brows full of sincerity.

"Even if it's just for a short time, I'm willing."

Jiang Wanwan seemed to be moved. She threw herself on Xuandu's chest with tears in her eyes, and said in a choked voice, "I am willing too."

The two of them became lovers and told the county magistrate Jiang Xing'an about the matter.

When the county magistrate Jiang Xing'an found out about this, he was shocked at first, but in the end he was naturally happy about it.

Time flies, and the wedding day is approaching. It is the night before the wedding.

Duanmu Rong's face revealed an indescribable complex expression, but she still couldn't help but say something to Xuandu: "Brother, she is not as simple as you think."

After hearing this, Xuandu turned around and looked at Duanmu Rong with a cold and indifferent gaze.

Duanmu Rong felt as if the loss in her heart was drowning her. She concealed her emotions and said seriously, "Didn't you notice? No one in Jiayang Town had ever had their vital energy sucked away before, but since Jiang Wanwan came of age and had her coming-of-age ceremony...this kind of strange thing has happened one after another. There must be something wrong here!"

"No more words."

Xuandu's voice was cold. He had changed out of his Taoist robe and was now wearing an ordinary white robe, but he was still as handsome as ever.

"I believe her."

But seeing Xuan Du about to leave, Duan Mu Rong was a little disappointed, but still shouted: "Do you really believe her, or are you pretending not to know, pretending to be blind and deaf? Are you still the Xuan Du who takes it as his duty to slay demons and uphold justice?"

Xuandu's eyes trembled slightly, and he spoke slowly: "I am no longer the Shushan disciple Xuandu, but the husband of Jiang Wanwan."

Yes, he has made up his mind and he will not regret it.

"Then you don't care about her relationship with that demon dragon."

Duanmu Rong shouted this out in anger. She had no evidence, but she had doubts in her heart.

There was no doubt or surprise on Xuandu's face. His hands at his sides clenched and unclenched, as if casually.

"I believe her."

This statement of belief directly shattered the Xuandu in Duanmu Rongxin's memory.

He was wearing a white Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves, and he came riding on a sword like an immortal.

He has a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His gaze is clear and deep, as cold as dust.

When he got close, he landed slowly, put the ice sword into the scabbard behind him, and bowed, calling "Junior Sister."

The voice was cold and indifferent, yet seemed to be right in front of him.

Duanmu Rong was speechless: "I know, but I won't bless you. I will only pray in my heart that everything that woman has done will be exposed."

"I curse you too..."

Duanmu Rong did not say the last sentence, because she suddenly knew in her heart that Xuandu still could not escape the fate of dying in his previous life.

But this time she had no chance to help him turn the situation around.

The wedding was held as scheduled, just like in the fantasy, with a gloomy look on Haorong's charming face.

She reluctantly supported the graceful woman in red and walked towards Xuandu.

Xuan Du was wearing a bright groom's suit, his handsome face was filled with joy, and the coldness around him seemed to have dissipated a lot.

He stretched out his arm and walked to the front of the lobby side by side with Jiang Wanwan.

At this time, the county magistrate Jiang Xing'an above was stroking his beard with a smile on his face.

A faint orchid fragrance wafted from Jiang Wanwan, who was wearing a wedding dress. This familiar scent made Xuandu feel at ease. This was not an illusion.

After they successfully completed the traditional wedding ceremony, they both sat in the bridal chamber.

Xuan Du seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream. He slowly stretched out his hands and gently lifted the red veil on the bride's head.

When the red veil was gradually lifted, the elegant and refreshing orchid fragrance wafted into the air.

Jiang Wanwan had on an exquisite and beautiful makeup. Her willow-shaped eyebrows were like a painting, her skin was as white and delicate as snow, and when she lowered her head slightly, she looked graceful and shy. She looked pure, elegant and extraordinary.

She raised her head, a smile between her brows, and opened her lips slightly, revealing a hint of shyness and tenderness: "Husband."

Xuan Du picked up the wedding wine beside him, and they both looked at each other and drank it together.

The red silk was scattered, the gauze curtain was fluttering, and Jiang Wanwan kissed Xuan Du with a flushed face.

The cold man used his slender fingers to untie the belt around Jiang Wanwan's waist...

Jiang Wanwan collapsed weakly on the bed, with red marks on her fair skin and a charming and passionate blush on her gentle face.

Xuandu's originally cold and aloof appearance was tinged with lust. His eyes turned slightly red and he leaned forward with a gloomy expression.

At this time, Haorong, who was still dressed as a woman, was standing outside the courtyard of both of them, looking at the red silk of the county magistrate's mansion, wishing she could tear all the red into pieces.

"I knew that this demon dragon of yours must be related to Jiang Wanwan."