Chapter 1323 Outside the Church

February 14, afternoon.

Somewhere in the suburbs of Tuscany, Italy.

Feng Bujue, dressed in a suit, was standing at the door of a small church, looking lazily in the direction of the parking lot, waiting for the guests who had not yet entered.

Ruoyu, wearing a shoulder-baring bridesmaid dress, stood beside him. Although her posture was dignified, her makeup and figure were also impeccable, her face... had that "killer expression".

Because the wedding was about to begin, the bride and groom were making final preparations. There were not many guests who had not yet entered, so the two groomsmen and bridesmaids were responsible for the reception.

"I said... are you angry?" Anyway, no one was passing by here at this time, so Brother Jue simply leaned against the wall and turned to chat with Ruoyu.

"No." Ruoyu said so, but her expression did not change.

"Then why do you have such a scary expression?" Brother Jue said again.

"Hiss——" Ruoyu immediately sniffed and replied with one word, "Cold..."

This answer was very convincing, and Feng Bujue also slapped his forehead, thinking why didn't I think of it.

"How about...I hug you?" Brother Jue thought for a while and asked.

"Huh?" Ruoyu glanced at him, and her eyes seemed to say-"Inexplicable".

"I really want to put my coat on you, but the ceremony will start at any time, I have to be ready, right?" Feng Bujue explained immediately.

"When you went to a wedding banquet, did you see the best man and bridesmaid hugging each other and standing at the door to welcome guests?" Ruoyu continued.

"That's not true." Feng Bujue said, "But I know that best men and bridesmaids often quietly run away to a deserted place before the wedding is over..."

Before he finished speaking, a strong arm suddenly hooked his shoulder.

The man who suddenly appeared behind Brother Jue looked to be in his twenties and had long black hair; at least before he spoke, he exuded a mysterious and handsome temperament with long hair draped over his shoulders.

"Little ghost... why do you want to take my lovely granddaughter to a deserted place?" Shui Yungu stared at Jue Ge's eyes at a distance that was almost close to him, and asked Jue Ge such a question with a murderous tone and a kind smile.

"Uh..." Feng Bujue was caught by an elder just halfway through his teasing words, which was really a bit embarrassing, "Grandpa...Grandpa, why did you come out?"

"Who is your grandpa?" Shui Yungu's personality has not changed much since he was a teenager. He is not as calm as Mao Ye. It is more appropriate to say that he is like a naughty child. "Are you my family?"

"Well..." Jue Ge said, "But it seems disrespectful for me to call you by your name."

"Hehe...you can call me by my title." Shui Yungu said.

"Then I wonder what your title is?" Feng Bujue continued.

"Okay, okay..." Shui Yungu's smile became more and more friendly, "Ten Kings of Hell, I'm the King of Hell..."

He was not talking nonsense. Since he was fifteen, Shui Yungu has been one of the "Ten Kings of Hell" in the world of ghost hunters. His nickname for psychic ability is "God", and he is the current heir and user of the "Original Water Sword" in the real world; his current strength... Gu Chen also mentioned that he is one of the ten strongest psychics in the world.

"Uh...Yan...Grandpa..." Jue Ge was under a lot of pressure. Even he couldn't help but say something incoherent at this moment, "I think you misunderstood what I said. I was just joking..."

"Okay, you don't need to explain." Shui Yungu said, raising his other hand, "You will definitely take my Buddha Palm today..."

Before he finished speaking, someone interrupted...

"What plane..."

"What's coming..."

"God..."

"Palm!"

There were two people who interrupted him, one was Gu Chen, and the other was Xiao Tan's grandfather who looked younger than Xiao Tan himself.

The two of them talked back and forth, each holding up Shui Yun Gu from behind, and dragged him away while talking.

"What are you doing! Let me go! I don't care! I'm going to slap him to death!"

Just like that, Lord Yama was dragged back to the church crying like a child.

Seeing the elders in the family being so rude, Ruoyu could only hold her head and shake her head, looking speechless.

"Your ancestors, the bunch of immortal cultivators, claimed to be the ones who eliminated demons and defended the way, and protected human peace... but when I actually look at them... how come everyone seems to be a character who kills without blinking an eye." Feng Bujue looked at the three people who left, and only said in a complaining tone after they walked away.

"It's okay, they know their limits, and they are basically just talking..." Ruoyu continued, "Let's not talk about anything else, look, my dad is still alive."

"So my father-in-law was considered to have escaped death that year?" Brother Jue said in surprise.

"Ah... I did escape death..." Ruoyu said this, curling her lips, "What do you mean your father-in-law? Has it come to that?"

"That's right..." Feng Bujue nodded, "It seems not yet..." He paused for half a second, and then said, "Then how about you follow me for a few more steps?"

"How do you walk?" Ruoyu's current slot power is not weak, "I will quietly follow you to a place where there is no one, right?"

"Well... Are you young people now so unrestrained?" Suddenly, a slightly old voice interrupted their conversation.

The two of them, Feng Li, also got excited. They were just flirting, but they forgot the purpose of standing here. When they heard the words and turned around, they found that a gray-haired old man was standing in front of them. .

The old gentleman who started teasing them was a foreigner. He looked like a typical German. However, he spoke Chinese very fluently and had no accent at all.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't see you just now." Feng Bujue is thick-skinned after all. After being overheard the conversation just now, Ruoyu had already suppressed her blush and lowered her head, but Brother Jue still came up to her with a pale face. He said to the old man with a change of expression, "Hello, thank you for coming all the way, please come this way..."

"Yeah." The old man smiled when he heard this, and put his hand on Feng Bujue's shoulder, "Boy... you are Feng Bujue, right?"

"Oh? Do you know me?" Feng Bujue responded.

"I heard Lao Wang and Lao Gu talking about you." The old man's Mandarin was indeed authentic, just like the way a Chinese old man speaks, "Haha... Not bad, not bad, young and promising." He patted it a few more times. Feng Bujue's shoulder, "It's just... your level of shamelessness is still a bit worse than that of Lao Wang and Lao Gu when they were young. It's hard to catch a girl like this... You have to work harder." "

After the old man said these words in Brother Jue's ears sincerely, he also walked into the church, leaving Brother Jue with a confused look on his face, thinking to himself: "I actually lost in terms of being thick-skinned. Three points? What kind of virtue did those two people have? Are they still human beings?