Fast time travel: When the heroine of the abusive novel took the crazy script Chapter 61 Crazy Criticism of the Female Protagonist in Xianxia Killing Her Husband and Proving the Way (1)
Chapter 61 Crazy Criticism of the Female Protagonist in Xianxia Killing Her Husband and Proving the Way (1)
At the foot of Chaoxianzong Mountain and beside the gurgling stream, there is a small bamboo house.
The red candle in the bamboo house has not yet burned out, reflecting the reflections of a man and a woman in the house.
The man is tall and handsome, with handsome features and a solitary appearance.
The woman was sitting beside the bed, wearing a bright red wedding dress. Even though she had a red hijab on her head, it seemed that she could tell the joy and tension in her heart at this moment through her fingers twisted together.
I don't know how long the silence lasted before the tall man raised his hand and lifted the woman's hijab. Then the man saw the usually shy and timid woman raising her head and looking at him with a bright smile.
As he kept looking at it, his eyes seemed to be filled with starlight.
The man couldn't help but said, "Shasha, you and I are husband and wife today."
Jingsha usually doesn't wear makeup, but today they are getting married. She carefully raised her eyebrows and traced her lips. She was already bright and charming, but she was still smiling like that at this moment, which completely softened the man's heart.
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Jingsha hummed in a low voice, and the man sat next to her, holding her small soft hand in his big palm. Even though his face was still handsome, he could not hide the joy overflowing from his eyes.
It was said that they were getting married, but in fact it was just two people wearing red clothes and worshiping heaven and earth. There was no room full of guests and no complicated etiquette.
As the bride, Jingsha didn't even have a decent piece of jewelry on her head.
At this time, the man took out an auspicious cloud black jade hairpin from his sleeve and gently inserted it into Jingsha's hair.
"Someone gave me a pair of iron horns earlier. I made the horns into hairpins. I will give them to you today on your wedding night. It will be a token of our love."
Jingsha raised her hand and touched it, and found that the texture was fine and ice-cool, as if she could feel the powerful divine power contained in it.
It is indeed made of the horn of a mythical beast. The most important thing is that the horn of iron is extremely hard and is said to be able to penetrate all the hardest things in the world. Therefore, it is actually the most suitable for forging weapons.
But the hairpin is not bad either.
Jingsha smiled and thanked, "Thank you, husband."
The man couldn't hide the smile when he saw her eyebrows and eyes, and a smile appeared on her lonely face, and asked Jingsha, "Shasha, are you happy today?"
If I can give you the happiest moment in my life, even if I kill you, it will be considered worthy of you.
After all, the life of a mortal is ordinary, including birth, old age, illness and death. How many people can have the happiest moment in their lives?
Jingsha did not answer, but asked, "Husband, are you happy today?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "I am very happy."
Jingsha arched her eyebrows and her smile became thicker and stronger, like a rose that was gradually blooming. When it reached its full bloom, she discovered that the rose's heart was black, "That's good."
The man was still immersed in Jingsha's bright and beautiful smile when he suddenly felt a tearing pain in his chest.
He lowered his head and saw a black hairpin inserted directly into his heart.
The man was completely defenseless, or to him, the woman in front of him was so weak that he didn't need to be on guard at all.
So much so that he didn't even react when he was stabbed in the heart at this moment.
When she came back to her senses and wanted to break open Jingsha's protective elixir, Jingsha reacted faster and pushed the hairpin forward hard. The whole hairpin sank into the man's heart, completely shattering his elixir.
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As soon as the elixir was shattered, the man instantly lost all ability to resist and could only watch as his magic power gradually collapsed.
Jingsha smiled happily, "It seems that my husband did not lie to me. This hairpin is indeed made of iron horns. It is so hard that even my husband's three hundred years of elixir can be broken."
"Husband, you also told me the truth about your fatal weaknesses, saying that your elixir is in your heart, and it is indeed in your heart. Husband, you are so kind. I am afraid that I will never find someone who loves me as much as you do in this world.
People."
As she said that, Jingsha still leaned on the man's chest with a satisfied look on her face.
man,"……"
How could this woman, after having killed her husband, could still act like a normal person and say things like, "My husband, you are so good?"
He wanted to push Jingsha away, but the hairpin pierced his body and was nailed to the pillar of the bead bed behind him. He could not move, only a pair of usually cold and aloof eyes stared at Jingsha.
"Why?"
Why did the woman who told him tenderly and sweetly just a moment ago that she wanted to be with him forever and ever, suddenly fall out?
"Husband, didn't you ask me if I was happy just now? In fact, I was not happy at that moment, but now, I am happy, as happy as you."
Jingsha said: "Husband, you have never been so happy before, right? But you see, before you died, I gave you such happiness. Husband, I can't live with you."
Saying that, Jingsha suddenly pulled out the hairpin.
The hairpin has been soaked in three hundred years of elixir, which is equivalent to being opened to light. It already has faint dark lines. If it is tempered and tempered, it will become an incredible artifact in time.
The man lost the support of the hairpin, suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, and fell limply to the ground.
Fengyuan was born as a proud son of heaven, and he was the proud disciple of the Chaoxian Sect who was most expected to ascend within five hundred years. Throughout his life, he had been overlooking all living beings from a high position. Even the woman in front of him, he looked down at the ants with the attitude of a god.
, showing mercy to the other person.
But now, he was killed by an ant that he looked down upon.
He was unwilling to accept it, which made his cold and dusty face become distorted.
He lay on the ground, lying at Jingsha's feet, raising his head, still looking at Jingsha.
"Why exactly?"
"Husband, there is something I have forgotten to tell you. In fact, I am also a cultivator of immortality. What I cultivate is the ruthless way."
Jingsha said: "But I have been cultivating for three months, and my cultivation has reached the Xuanling stage, but I have been unable to go any further. An immortal told me that it is difficult for me to ascend because of my impure heart. If I want to break through, I must
Doing extraordinary things, I have never been able to understand the mystery of this sentence until I met my husband..."
Jingsha narrowed her eyes, "My husband was lying in front of me with scars that day. When I saw your immortal face, I knew what I had to do to break through the bottleneck of my cultivation."
"Because I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. If I could kill the man I love most with my own hands when we were most in love, what could be more proof of my sincerity than this?
Is it purely suitable for ascending to immortality?"
Fengyuan's whole body was trembling at this moment.
He has always relied on his extraordinary talent and has encountered almost no difficulties in his cultivation. He has been making breakthroughs and breakthroughs smoothly.
But he didn't even know that the people around him were cultivators.
What does this mean? It means that Jingsha's cultivation is far superior to his, so he can hide his cultivation.
Moreover, it took him three hundred years of cultivation to reach this state, while Jingsha reached the Xuanling stage after only three months of cultivation?
This horse riding was simply rubbing the face of this proud man on the ground!
