Robbery: on the Day of the Wedding, the Demon King Went Crazy

On my wedding day, the entire Wenjian Sect was covered with red makeup. As the deepest chess piece in the demon world, my original mission was to use the dagger tempered with poison to pierce the heart of the groom, the youngest swordsman in the world of cultivation, on the wedding night. However, before the auspicious time came, it got dark first. Thousands of demons surround the mountain, and blood crows block out the sun. The man who single-handedly raised me and sent me to be an undercover agent kicked open the door to the wedding hall. He stepped on the messy red silk on the ground, ignoring the murderous intent of thousands of sword cultivators around him, and walked step by step in front of me, carrying a strong smell of blood and biting cold wind. He lifted my chin with his blood-stained fingertips, his eyes filled with crimson and a madness that was about to engulf me: "Ah Ruan, this wedding dress is too eye-catching. Take it off and follow me home."