Capítulo 8: Chapter 8 I Will Not Marry a Ghost
"Hehe." Yun Shangyuan tilted his head, flashing a captivating smile that outshone all the flowers, "Yue Yaya, because we are about to get married."
"What?!"
Yun Shangyuan waved his sleeve, and the shabby room instantly transformed with new colors.
Everything was red—the red candles, red 'happiness' characters, red bed curtains, red blankets, and red clothes…
Caught in shock, Feng Yueya hadn't even recovered when Yun Shangyuan took her hand and knelt on the cushion on the floor.
Wait, he could actually hold her hand!
Feng Yueya looked down and saw his hand emitting a faint black glow, enveloping her hand within it.
Although she couldn't feel his hand, she could feel an invisible force pulling at her hand.
Black power!
Feng Yueya looked up at him in shock, her lips trembling as she asked, "You… are you the Sword Emperor?"
It was said that upon reaching Sword King Level, spiritual power turned purple, at Sword Saint Level it turned white, and at Sword Emperor Level, it turned black.
The Sword Emperor— the gap between her and him was like that between a child and a deity!
In her memory, she had never even seen a Sword King, let alone the almost unattainable Sword Emperor.
"Knowing I am the Sword Emperor, are you thrilled to the point of wanting to devote yourself to me?" Yun Shangyuan still wore a smile.
Feng Yueya snapped back to her senses, glaring at him angrily, "You've turned this place into a bridal chamber—do you intend to marry me!"
"Yes."
"Hmph, I refuse to marry a ghost!"
Feng Yueya glared at him fiercely, trying to stand up, only to find she couldn't get up, nor could she move at all.
"What spell did you use on me?" It was said that those of high Levels could use various kinds of mana.
"Yue Yaya, wait till we've paid our respects at the ceremony, then you can slowly ask me. We need to hurry with the ceremony, alright?"
Yun Shangyuan smiled and looked up at the moon through the window, then bowed sincerely.
As he bowed, Feng Yueya's body also bowed involuntarily.
"Hey, I don't want to bow!" Feng Yueya protested loudly, but her body did the opposite.
Then, another bow followed.
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