Ni Manzhu stood in front of the church and hesitated. Today Yu Jian made an appointment with him and said that he had something to discuss here.

Looking at the Gothic-style church with a milky white tower in front of him, Ni Manzhu felt confused. What Yu Jian had to say about her waist?

"Manzhu!" Xiao Yujian's cheerful voice came from behind.

Ni Manzhu turned around and saw his white dress walking towards him.

"Yu Jian, you..." Ni Manzhu felt a little dizzy. Didn't he tell him something important? Why did he dress like this again?

Xiao Yujian took her hand and walked towards the church, "Let's go in, you'll know in a while."

As soon as Ni Manzhu walked into the church, a woman greeted her with a wedding dress in her hand, "Miss Ni, please come with me."

Ni Manzhu looked up at Xiao Yujian beside her in confusion, but saw him nodding to him, "Go, I'll wait for you here."

Xiao Yujian looked at her gradually moving back, but the smile on the corner of her mouth could no longer be maintained, and suddenly collapsed, with deep pain in his eyes. He smiled bitterly, "Manzhu, forgive my 's will, I just don't want you to die..."

He can't, he can't let the scene five hundred years ago repeat. He had no choice that time, but this time it was different, he had a choice.

"Manzhu, I'm sorry, I'm too selfish!" He took a deep breath and looked up at the distance, "You just let me be selfish this time..."

Ni Manzhu put on her wedding dress and walked slowly towards the altar from the end of the church with flowers in her hand. Xiao Yujian turned to look at her, and her eyes showed joy. The woman in front of her was wearing a hollow long wedding dress with her shoulders and waist-stretched. The blooming white lily on her waist added pure beauty.

Watching her walk towards him step by step, Xiao Yujian smiled in his eyes. He seemed to hear the roaring applause and celebration, annihilated himself like a tide.

"Feather Sword." Ni Manzhu walked to him and stretched out her hand to put it in his palm.

Xiao Yujian closed his fingers and held her small hand tightly, turned around and looked at the altar, looking at the elegant and noble statue of the Virgin Mary.

"Manzhu, I'm a little nervous..." Xiao Yujian felt his hands trembling. How many times did he do this scene in his dream? When the dream came true, he became timid.

Ni Manzhu also felt nervous for a while. Although she was mentally prepared, after all, at such a sacred moment, she still felt a nervous heartbeat accelerate.

"Actually, I'm very nervous..."

The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

"Look at us, we are nervous before we even started the simulated wedding. If we were nervous and stage frightened at the wedding, it would be bad!" Ni Manzhu held flowers in her hand and stuck out her tongue, "Fortunately you have the foresight, so take me here to practice first."

Xiao Yujian's eyes sank, and a bitter smile spilled out of the corner of his mouth, "Yes, we are just acting today..."

"Huh?" Ni Manzhu felt that his tone of speaking today was very strange. She was about to ask him when a pastor came over.

After the pastor stood still, he spread out the Bible and looked up at the two of them, "Are you two ready?"

Ni Manzhu and Xiao Yujian immediately stood straight, took a deep breath and said in unison, "It's ready!"[

The pastor corrected his face and coughed a few times before he began to recite, "Miss Ni Manzhu, do you want Mr. Xiao Yujian to be his wife, love him, and be loyal to him, whether he is poor, sick or disabled, or until he dies?"

Ni Manzhu felt her heart beating faster, and sweat beads oozed out of the delicate face hidden behind the gauze. She took a deep breath and solemnly said three words, "I do!"

When she said this, Xiao Yujian felt his heart jumping up suddenly, holding her hand began to tremble, and a kind of joy spread infinitely in his heart. He had been waiting for her for five hundred years, five hundred years, and it was worth it!

The pastor asked Xiao Yujian again, "Mr. Xiao Yujian, are you willing to marry Miss Ni Manzhu as your wife, love her, and be loyal to her, regardless of whether she is poor, sick or disabled, or until she dies?"

There was a silence around him, and Ni Manzhu looked at Xiao Yujian, but saw him smiling and looking at him.

"Feather Sword?"

Xiao Yujian smiled and lifted her veil. Ni Manzhu saw the pain and struggle in his eyes.

"Yu Jian, what's wrong with you?" Why did he feel that he wants to cry even though he was smiling. He reached out and stroked the corner of his eyes, which was wet, and his heart trembled, and she felt heartbroken, "Yu Jian, why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry, Manzhu, I'm happy..." Xiao Yujian held her hand, but the tears in his eyes couldn't stop flowing down.

"Look at you crying like a bride, where is the groom crying..." Ni Manzhu quipped.

Xiao Yujian held her hand and held it very hard, fearing that she would fly away from his fingers. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, with infinite attachment in his eyes, as if he was not doing a wedding act, but saying goodbye.

"Manzhu..." he called softly.

"Yeah?" she responded gently.

"Manzhu..." He called out again.

"Yeah..." She still responded patiently.

Xiao Yujian felt heartbroken. Every time he called, his heart seemed to be in silence. The colic became bone-chilling with the calls that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Manzhu, I'll let you be free..." As he said that, he lifted away the gauze and put down the black hair on the end, but his tone was filled with sadness, "You are free, Manzhu, from today on, you no longer owe me..."

The moment the veil flew, Ni Manzhu felt like she was a different life. Time seemed to stop at that moment, her heartbeat became very weak, and what he kept reversing in his ears was his words: Manzhu, I will let you be free. From today on, you are free, you no longer owe me...

He said he wanted to let him go, did he give up?

Ni Manzhu felt a wet look on her eyes, and a trembling voice escaped from her throat, "What did you say?"

"You know what you are talking about!" Why, why did he say he wanted to give up when he had already strengthened his confidence!

"I know, I know very well, I know what I am talking about!" Xiao Yujian looked up, his eyes sad and painful, "You always remember the promise you made five hundred years ago. You said you would give me a wedding, so you persisted for these years. Now, you gave me a wedding, Manzhu, you no longer owe me..."[

He took back his gaze and looked at her, "The debt between us is paid off... Manzhu, you are free..."

With a loud bang, Ni Manzhu Yang slapped him in the face.
Chapter completed!