Jing Jiaren changed into a skirt and drag in the side hall.

When walking on the stairs, the skirt, which is more than ten meters long, flows layer by layer, showing magnificent beauty.

Wilson suddenly received a call. After listening to a few words, his expression changed and he frowned deeply.

"What's wrong?" Jing Jiaren's intuition was not a good thing. And it was about Leng Lintian.

Wilson didn't know what to say and sighed deeply: "Miss Jing will know about it soon."

Two bodyguards pushed open the solemn door.

Jin Jiaren discovered that the entire church was decorated like a vampire's castle, all crimson.

The golden vessels and multi-headed candles are dyed with candlelight. Even during the day, thousands of candlelights illuminate this church.

The red carpet is covered with bloody petals...

On the emcee's table, a European-style diamond-shaped coffin lay quietly.

A model of a skull is placed on the black piano nearby.

Champagne turned into red wine…

The magnificent red color in the martini glass is like the blood of a lover!

The theme color of the entire wedding scene was red, with enchanting red roses arranged everywhere, and the smell of strange death was depressing.

"Several bodyguards guarding the church were knocked unconscious and then arranged like this."

Wilson wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.

He really didn't expect that Leng Lintian would send someone to do this...

"Didn't you arrange it?" Jing Jiaren looked at the scene in front of her, the visual impact was considerable.

"Probably Master Leng did it."

Leng Lintian? It’s him? What’s his purpose for doing this?

"I think Master Leng is using this to warn you that he will not compromise... What's more, he even has the idea of ​​​​death."

Jing Jiaren raised her lips indifferently, with a sad look on the corner of her mouth.

So, do you treat others in their own way?

Did Leng Lintian want to use this environment to force her back so that she would wake up and he would not be afraid of her threat?

She was not a threat at all, but indeed prepared for the worst.

"I like the layout of this church very much." Jing Jiaren said loudly, "The breath of death is particularly novel and very suitable for my love affair with Ximen Longting."

"..."

"Even if we die, we still have to love each other." Jing Jiaren bent slightly and held Ximen Longting's shoulders, "Husband, do you like it?"

Ximen Longting is sitting in a silver wheelchair, with his eyelashes closed and his face handsome and profound.

A gust of wind.

A few bloody petals flew up, and it turned out that the windows in the church were open, and the scarlet curtains were fluttering in the wind.

Just the hand of death, slowly caressing it.

The eerie atmosphere sent chills down the spine, Jing Jiaren said softly: "Where's the pastor? Our wedding is about to begin."

There are no guests, none are needed.

Wilson solemnly grasped the armrests of his wheelchair...

At this time, the side door opened, and a pastor in black robes ran out with a Bible in his arms. His face was a little flustered, and he looked at the door frequently, his face covered with sweat.

Is he under duress? Is that... Leng Lintian at the door?

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips. No matter what he wanted, she wanted to see what he could do!

Another nun in a cloak was driven out. She was staggering when she walked: "Ah, don't kill me, don't... I will do as you are told."

Jing Jiaren had a cold face and was patient.

She had known for a long time that this wedding would not go smoothly, and she had already made various preparations.
Chapter completed!