My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

The simple courtyard is covered with red silk.

Although the yard looks simple, the owner's care can be seen everywhere.

The yard is surrounded by flowers of all colors, full of spring.

These were all brought back from the mountains by Xiaoyuer in his spare time.

The villagers all enthusiastically came to help and made the wedding extremely lively.

"Where is the groom? Why hasn't the groom come back yet?" the village chief asked doubtfully.

"The banquet is about to begin, why haven't we seen the groom yet?"

Little Cherry's heart thumped, and she looked towards Little Yu'er, who was covered with a red hijab.

The bride sat in front of the bronze mirror and waited.

The groom was nowhere to be seen.

Just when Little Cherry was guessing, someone shouted from outside the door: "The groom is back."

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Wen Mingxuan had run away.

Grandma Yang came in a hurry and said, "I guess I went to my parents' graves to express my condolences to my ancestors. I'm back. The auspicious time has come and we will get married soon." Grandma Yang was a little uneasy.

I always feel like my eyelids are twitching so much.

The sound of gongs and drums was very lively, and everyone was congratulating Wen Mingxuan.

"When you get married, you should be nice to her and live a good life. From now on, you should support each other and grow old together." Granny Yang held Wen Mingxuan's hand and kept telling her.

Wen Mingxuan's hands were surprisingly cold, biting to the bone.

Grandma Yang always felt that something was wrong with Wen Mingxuan today.

The aura of being born from dust became more and more obvious, and he looked like an immortal.

I heard that the Immortal Master from the Immortal Sect has come out to recruit disciples, but all this has nothing to do with the remote mountain village.

"Worship heaven and earth."

"Two bows to Gaotang."

The room was filled with souls, which was shocking to see.

Obviously, to get married, you only need to worship your parents, but Wen Mingxuan took out the memorial tablets of all his relatives, and Xiao Yuer kept kowtowing and getting up.

Keep kowtowing and keep getting up.

She worshiped Gaotang until her legs and feet trembled.

Her forehead turned red as she kowtowed.

Little Cherry's eyes turned red. Mo Ling pulled her and shook her head gently.

He could see that there was a deep entanglement between Xiao Yu'er and Wen Mingxuan.

At the same time, he was a little afraid of Wen Mingxuan today.

He had been practicing for thousands of years, but Wen Mingxuan was just a mortal, so he actually felt fear deep in his bones.

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

The moment the couple bowed to each other, there was a storm outside.

It was obviously a nice sunny day, but at this moment, the sun was covered by flying sand and rocks.

"Oh, why did the wind blow suddenly?" The wind was so strange that everyone was a little scared.

"It looks like it's going to rain heavily. Fortunately, we put up a shelter."

"It's done."

"Send it to the bridal chamber."

After the ceremony was completed, Little Cherry helped Xiao Yuer back to the backyard.

Wen Mingxuan stayed with everyone in the front yard until it got dark and the villagers left one after another.

The excitement dispersed.

The candle was burning brightly.

There was some silence in the house.

Hearing Wen Mingxuan's footsteps, Xiao Yuer's hand holding the handkerchief tightened slightly.

Under the hijab, I saw him approaching step by step.

The man paused for a moment in front of her, breathing shallowly, and both of them could feel each other's breathing.

Light comes.

He lifted his hijab.

Xiao Yu'er felt a little dazzling and raised his head slightly.

Wen Mingxuan looked away in a hurry as if he was stung by her appearance.

"Have a drink at the bar."

The two of them were holding wine glasses, their breathing intertwined, and Xiao Yuer was stunned for a moment.

"Where have you been today?" Xiao Yu'er asked.

"Don't you have anything to tell me?" Xiao Yu'er looked at him steadily.

The two of them held their wrists together, breathing intertwined.

Wen Mingxuan frowned: "I went to see my parents."

Xiao Yu'er said no more.

The strong alcohol went down her throat, causing her to cough slightly.

Wen Mingxuan was about to raise his hand, but suddenly took it back as if he remembered something.

Wen Mingxuan took her hand and put out the red candle.

Walking towards the bed step by step.

Under night.

Heavy rain is coming.

The room was eerily quiet.

It was unnervingly quiet.

The wild wind made the windows crackle.

Wen Mingxuan hugged her and sat on the edge of the bed, with the girl's petite body leaning in his arms.

Can feel each other's body temperature.

"Do you know? Every day, when I close my eyes, I see the scene of my grandparents, parents, and relatives dying in front of me. I can never sleep peacefully." Wen Mingxuan hugged her and rested his chin on her shoulder.

He murmured quietly.

"Xiao Yu'er, I will never forget my hatred in this life." Jiang family!

Jiang family!

His Majesty!

"Brother Mingxuan... look at my wrist." Xiao Yu'er closed his eyes and shouted softly.

The moment the sound fell.

Puff.

The sharp tip of the knife penetrated flesh and blood.

The blood flowed down the river and soaked the red wedding clothes along Xiao Yu'er's body. Xiao Yu'er still closed his eyes, calm and without a trace of surprise.

There was an explosion in the sky and thunder rolled.

White lightning pierced the night sky, and Wen Mingxuan could clearly see Xiao Yu'er's pale cheeks.

"Xiao Yu'er..." Wen Mingxuan's voice trembled.

The hand holding the knife kept shaking.

He followed Xiao Yu'er's gaze and saw that the red dots on Xiao Yu'er's wrist were growing red threads little by little.

But the moment the sword penetrated the flesh.

All the red threads faded away, and even the red spots disappeared.

Xiao Yu'er seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be mocking, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Xiao Yu'er raised her hand and grasped Wen Mingxuan's big hand tightly, pressing it firmly on the handle of the knife.

Then he took another sharp step forward.

Pfft.

The entire knife sank directly into the body.

The little fish spit out blood.

Wen Mingxuan let go of his hand like crazy: "Xiao Yu'er! I'm sorry, Xiao Yu'er, I'm sorry!"

"I...I can't let go of everything. I can't let my whole family die in vain. I can't marry the daughter of a genocide."

"I..." When Wen Mingxuan saw the dazzling red, he felt a constant chill and trembling in his heart.

Xiao Yu'er wanted to laugh, but the rapid loss of blood prevented her from even smiling.

She slowly fell to the ground.

Three days ago.

She was under Wen Mingxuan's pillow.

A book on the practice of the ruthless path was discovered.

Ruthless way.

The sword cuts off relatives and severs love.

The entire Wen family is dead, and now only me is left who has not broken off the engagement.

Kill your wife to prove the truth.

Xiaoyuer laughed softly.

Large mouthfuls of blood poured out of her mouth.

She didn't even look at Wen Mingxuan, she just smiled lowly, and the life continued to flow from her body.

until……

The light in his eyes dimmed.

Feeling her breath cut off.

Wen Mingxuan shed a tear.

His heart was obviously numb, so why was his whole body shaking with pain.

He was shaking terribly.

An old man stood silently at the door: "The worldly relationship has been broken, it's time for you to follow me to practice."

He unexpectedly met this talented person who was born to be a good practitioner.

"The fingertips are used for marriage. Marriage is entangled. If you cut it off, you can enter the Tao. It's time for you to let me go."

"After all, we are a married couple, so let the disciples take her to the funeral." Wen Mingxuan did not look back, he just picked up Xiao Yu'er and walked step by step in the heavy rain.

The heavy rain diluted the blood, but could not wash away the traces of her visit.

The little girl who used to have round cheeks suddenly became so thin.

It took almost no effort for him to pick her up.

It seemed that he hadn't heard Brother Shengxuan for a long time.

No, she just called.

Thinking of brother Ming Xuan, Wen Mingxuan's lips turned pale in pain.

Under the heavy rain, Wen Mingxuan buried Xiao Yuer.

I found a wooden board with Wen Mingxuan's wife engraved on it.

The small grave has become the girl's destination.