"Don’t speak nonsense." Baili An was shocked, and quickly covered his mouth.
He didn’t know what temperant the bun girl had, but her cultivation was certainly impressive.
Speaking so loudly and brazenly could easily be overheard by her.
Being teased like this, even a little girl would likely be infuriated out of embarrassnt.
A teapot filled with tea flew out from the door of a room on the second floor, smashing not far from where the young waiter stood, spilling tea and ceramic shards all over the floor.
The young waiter’s eyes bulged out; this young lady must have ears as sharp as the wind, she heard even this.
Feeling deeply fearful, although the young girl was very youthful, she was an authentic cultivator, and if he provoked her, there would be unpleasant consequences.
Without needing Baili An to cover his mouth, the young waiter willingly shut his mouth.
The auspicious ti was set for three days later.
After all, arranging the hall and attire would take ti, even though no guests would co to the wedding feast three days later.
But the act must be fully played out, even if deceiving a pig, the act cannot be too dubious.
Even though the pig demon has a pig brain, from knowing to set up a barrier, it’s clear this pig demon isn’t stupid.
If muddled through, it might not deceive the pig demon and could alert them.
As for the wedding arrangents, they naturally fell on the three mbers of the Moon Accompanying Sect.
The bun girl was already in a bad mood, at this ti no one dared provoke her, who would dare ask her to run errands.
Baili An was already unwilling to act with these three, plus he had refined a Hundred Netherworld Pill, exhausting his spirit quite significantly, so to Zhao Baixun’s request to run errands, he casually threw a retort: "How can a bridegroom personally run errands right before his wedding, if the pig demon sees sothing suspicious and doesn’t co, what then?"
This sentence naturally left Zhao Baixun speechless, with his anger having no place to vent.
Of course, it also drew repeated glares from the girl, but it was rare that she didn’t explode in anger.
It must be said, Zhao Baixun’s efficiency was indeed too low.
The wedding was set for three days later, and it wasn’t until the evening of the third day that he sent over the groom’s attire.
Baili An casually put the groom’s attire on the table, showing no intention of trying it on.
Though the girl was exceedingly beautiful, Baili An felt that since there was no emotional foundation, it was rely a fake marriage.
He wasn’t Zhao Baixun, and naturally wouldn’t be excited over an illusory ceremony.
Moreover, Baili An was only a fourteen-year-old boy.
Away from the mundane world, all his life knowledge wasn’t taught by his father or mother, but all learned from books.
He understood the definition of getting married, but wouldn’t feel much sentint.
Baili An hadn’t left his room for three days, ditating quietly.
After three days of conditioning and sitting ditation, the exhaustion was finally gone.
His physical condition also restored to its peak state.
This was the first battle concerning his destiny and dozens of won’s futures, he felt pressure and tension, yet secretly a touch of excitent arose within him.
His body adjusted to optimal condition, although the night was deep, the long night stretched, Baili An had not yet reached practice ti.
He took two pills to refresh and prepare for daily practice of the "Supre Dao Pure Sword Technique."
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, his fingers ford a technique, muttering the sword technique under his breath; just as he was entering a good state, when azure spirit light erged in his Sea of Consciousness, he was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door.
The newly risen spirit light dispersed again.
Fortunately, Baili An wasn’t a rash person, he slowly opened his eyes, his youthful face showing no sign of irascibility.
He calmly withdrew the technique, adjusted the disheveled hem of his clothes, put on his boots, and rose to open the door.
The wooden door opened lightly, revealing a face Baili An was most surprised to see.
It was the bun girl?
She was standing at the door wearing a light blue dress, smiling sweetly.
Her skin was fair as snow, almond eyes clear as a pool, turning around Baili An’s face; her appearance was extrely beautiful, as if pearls cast a glow, jade radiated light.
Such a charming girl standing at his door in the middle of the night, and moreover, it would be her fake wedding with him tomorrow, even Baili An felt sowhat unnatural.
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