Legend of the Dual Swordsman

01. The Devil's Bride

On Wedding Night.

The sacred ceremony has just ended. The sangjit decorations are still not removed. The smell of wedding wine was still wafting, ushering the two lovebirds into a beautiful romance.

The willow tendrils occasionally sway gently when the breeze blows gently. The moon hangs gracefully in the mega night, looking charmingly bright with a dazzling three-colored halo. However, the beauty of this night cannot make a person's heart happy at all.

Why?

“Fuma, do you really not want to take off your maskWe're husband and wife now, so we don't have to cover each other's faces." The bride asked in a flirtatious voice.

The girl was trying to persuade the man wearing a mask shaped like a devil's face who was sitting silently on the edge of the wedding bed with a stiff attitude.

the bed covered in luxurious red silk felt cold with no warmth at all, and... what kind of bridal couple was this?

The man wears a mask and the woman wears a veil, so that neither of them can see the appearance of their respective partners' faces.

They had just officiated their wedding this afternoon, and this was a wedding night that was supposed to be very beautiful. However, the bride and groom were like strangers to each other.

"Sorry, Gongzhu. This face is not like that of ordinary people, and I am afraid that Gongzhu will become uncomfortable with the appearance of my face." The man in the bright red robe said in a respectful manner. "I am afraid that you will feel disappointed after seeing the appearance of this servant's face."

The groom's palms were already ice cold. The hair on his neck all over his body bristled completely, accompanied by a feeling of tension due to the fear that continued to pierce his heart.

"But, I really want to see my husband's face. If Fuma doesn't want to reveal it, then just let me take off your mask!" The girl in the red veil immediately turned around, reaching out quickly to grab her husband's mask by force.

"Don't!" The man in the red robe was very agile in avoiding his wife's hand.

However, his wife pounced on him like a hungry lion, until their bodies fell on top of each other on the bridal bed.

Supposedly, this is a mutually beneficial position. bodies pressed closer together until a warm feeling was created between the chasing breaths, and the veiled girl's hands began to naughtily touch whatever she liked.

A feeling of sadness and helplessness overcame the red-robed young man. His body was very difficult to move. all acupuncture points throughout the body seem to be locked and cannot be opened by force.

He only became more frightened when the fingers with sharp nails painted in red began to move gently along his chest, neck and continued up until they reached the ugly mask that hid his face.

The touch was very gentle, causing subtle stings and succeeded in making the face behind the mask pale and tense, helpless.

This was the first time he felt the strangeness of white skin in direct contact with his body.

He should feel happy and addicted, right?

"Don't, Gongzhu!" The man in the red robe actually became even more frightened. "No! Please, don't take off my mask!"

"I don't care. You are my husband now, and I also have the right to see your face!" The red veiled girl's eyes looked as red as her robe, burning with a very thick killing aura. "Husband, let me see your face."

The groom froze. His heart was beating dozens of times faster than usual accompanied by cold sweat pouring down all over his body.

What's more, the air around the bridal room was suddenly filled with an evil air accompanied by the smell of death which seemed to want to strangle the groom to death. Every breath felt tight, as if being squeezed by a mountain rock the size of an elephant.

"Don't force me!" the young man in the red robe shouted hysterically while trying to protect himself by crossing his arms between their masked and veiled faces.

"Come on, husband." The bride whines spoiled, seduces.

"No!" The groom kept trying to avoid him.

"Husband, I will also take off my veil, because you don't want to take it off either." The woman pulled back her veil and an extraordinary face became visible. "Well, am I beautiful enough, husband?"

The young man wearing a mask and red robe became even more frightened when he saw the terrifying face in front of him. The woman's skin was black, rough, full of red, festering spots, almost all of which were ripe.

some of them had even broken and were dripping with thick, greenish-yellow mucus with the smell of rotting flesh buried in the ground.

If there was no protective mask, perhaps the rotten pus liquid would have dripped onto the skin of the groom's face directly.

disgusting!

This is so disgusting!

Was he a creature that had just emerged from the mud of corpses in the Swamp of Death?

The masked man looked disgusted, nauseous and vomiting because he couldn't stand the appearance of the monster in front of him. If he could choose, he felt like killing himself right now. “Get away from me, She-Devil! You are so disgusting!”

"The husband I love turns out to have the heart to throw me out on my wedding night. I'm very sad, Fuma." The woman with the disgusting face put on a sad look, then changed to another, more sinister expression.

the woman chuckled, showing a row of black sharp teeth smeared with falling liquid. He then stuck out his tongue, rubbing it in circles as if not letting his saliva go down the drain.

The groom felt increasingly disgusted and felt like he was going to faint right now.

"Husband, how about we start the event?" The powerful bride couldn't be patient anymore.

"What event? I'm not anyone's husband!" The groom shouted loudly and loudly until his own ears could hear it. "Get away from me right now!"

"Go?"