324: Chapter 324 On such a joyous day, what nonsense are you spouting?

Su Chen's brain gave a "buzz."

He stumbled back half a step, his back pressing against the vanity.

He raised his hand and pinched his palm hard.

It hurt.

It seemed it wasn't a dream.

But how is this possible?

"I... have I already died?"

Gazing at this scene, which was practically a dream come true, Su Chen's eyes grew moist.

He stared blankly at the seven breathtakingly beautiful women before him.

"Is this heaven?"

Hearing his silly words, Jiang Luoli, dressed in a phoenix-patterned wedding gown, was the first to let out a soft huff.

This Queen of Great Yin lifted her proud, fair chin slightly and walked forward like a haughty white swan.

"Fool, what nonsense are you spouting on such a joyous day?"

Although Jiang Luoli tried her best to maintain her queenly pride and dignity, her seductive phoenix eyes flickered with irrepressible ecstasy.

She reached out with her white-gloved hand and lightly poked Su Chen's chest.

"Even if you really went to the Yellow Springs, your senior sister here would still be able to drag you back."

Immediately after, she reached out with her jade-like hand and carefully fastened Su Chen's bowtie.

She examined this suit.

"Sigh... I searched the entire Haishi and couldn't find many wedding outfits that satisfied me."

"But... this suit in front of us, worn by you, is barely worthy of my status today."

Beside them, Ye Jingjun was trying her best to maintain the cold severity befitting a Sword Immortal of the Ruthless Path.

Her form-fitting mermaid wedding gown outlined her exquisite figure perfectly.

However.

Her hands, which were usually gripping a sword hilt, now appeared exceptionally awkward, only able to uneasily twist the lace trim of her skirt.

This betrayed her pretense of calmness.

Ye Jingjun lowered her head as she came before Su Chen, finally dropping her disguise.

Her fair, pretty face was as red as a ripe apple, and she didn't dare to look directly into Su Chen's eyes, only stealing glances at him from the corner of her eye, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Husband... don't keep staring at me. This dress is so cumbersome, unlike the Chinese-style wedding dress we had in Great Ning."

"It's not convenient for drawing a sword at all, is it... is it very strange?"

She bit her red lips and added a sentence in a feigned angry tone.

"Hmph... if the groom wasn't a bad guy like you, I wouldn't wear it."

"If you dare to make fun of me, I... I won't talk to you anymore!"

"How could it be strange? Sister Jingjun is the most beautiful today!"

Su Wanyue, wearing a fluffy wedding gown adorned with three-dimensional butterflies, hopped over like a cheerful sprite, grabbed Su Chen's arm, and tilted up her pure and sweet face.

Gazing at Su Chen before her and the wedding gown on herself, she felt as if she had accidentally wandered into a dream come true.

She asked in disbelief.

"Brother, does Wanyue look good?"

"To wear this wedding dress, Wanyue has... been looking forward to it for such a long, long time."

Su Chen looked at her, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration.

You are my younger sister!

Sigh, sister it is then.

Anyway, there's no blood relation.

Su Chen had long been completely clear about Su Wanyue's feelings.

Anyway, he had already been labeled a scumbag.

One more wouldn't make a difference.

Just as Su Wanyue was about to stand on tiptoe and lean toward Su Chen's lips, she was gently pulled away by Cang Mingyue.

"You bad little sister wanting to play at incest, trying to jump the gun, are you?"

Su Chen turned his gaze toward her.

Her wedding dress was like layered ocean waves as she stood smiling to the side.

Her ethereal eyes were filled with crystal-clear tears.

That was pure joy.

"Young Master Su, Yue'er can finally become your bride."

"This time, Yue'er will never have to return to the cold ocean again."

Teacher Wang Jin appeared the most mature and gentle, neither fighting nor scrambling.

She walked forward, extended her gentle hands, and smoothed out the collar that had been wrinkled by the other women's fussing.

Her eyes were red, and her gaze was full of the tenderness and maternal love of a wife.

"A-Chen, you look so handsome today."

"To be able to see you wear the groom's attire, and to be able to wear a wedding dress for you, and become one of your brides."

"Teacher has no more regrets in this life."

Zhuge Jinyu was the last one.

Her signature white hair was meticulously put up, adorned with dazzling crushed diamonds.

On her dignified and elegant face hung a gentle smile that seemed to embrace everything in the world.

She walked forward, trailing her long skirt, and extended her jade-like hands to gently grasp Su Chen's fingertips.

The warmth from her palm.

Was so real.

It carried the softness and warmth unique to the living.

"Sir, why is your complexion so terrible?"

Zhuge Jinyu looked at him with eyes full of heartache.

"Your hands are so cold too; did you not rest well last night and have a nightmare?"

"Xiao Yu... you all."

Seeing such a heartwarming scene, Su Chen was somewhat dazed.

He smiled bitterly and held his forehead.

Perhaps, he really was having a nightmare?

"I dreamt of... natural disasters... alien demons... Daji, she..."

Before Su Chen could finish his sentence, a figure carrying that familiar, sweet, and cloying fragrance.

Had already plunged directly into his arms like a swallow returning to the woods.

Although Su Daji's wedding dress was also pure white, for some reason, it was adorned with a few touches of bewitching crimson lace.

She recklessly straddled Su Chen's waist with her legs, her hands tightly hugging his neck.

That flawlessly beautiful face moved close to his eyes.

Her nose tip was almost touching his, and their breaths mingled.

"My King, what are you daydreaming about? Are you so captivated by the sight of us in wedding dresses that you've lost your wits and can't even speak?"

Su Daji pouted coquettishly, her red lips slightly parted, and planted a soft and sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth, carrying a hint of rose fragrance.

Her full breasts and the part under the wedding dress that had absolutely no defenses against Su Chen were now pressed tightly against his body.

"My King... I guess the one who captivates you the most must be me, the Demon Consort."

Su Chen trembled violently, and he nervously grabbed Su Daji's hand in return.

At the same time, he extended his arms, hugging the delicate body that had thrown itself into his arms as tightly and desperately as he could.

He held her so tightly, with such force, as if he wanted to knead her into his own bones and blood.

He was too afraid, afraid of shattering this dream that he didn't know where it came from.

A dream so beautiful it made one want to weep.

"Daji, is it really you? You didn't die?!"

Su Chen's voice was trembling uncontrollably, his eyes were red, and his tone was full of uncertainty.

Looking at this vibrant face in his arms, he asked incoherently.

"What about the alien demons? The natural disasters? And that great spatial rift that spanned the East Sea?"

"Has someone fixed them all?"

"And..."

"You... didn't you already... go?"

Hearing these words from Su Chen, Su Daji was slightly stunned at first, then extended her white, onion-like fingers to gently smooth out Su Chen's furrowed brow.

She burst into laughter.

(Everyone, good luck with the college entrance exams!)

(Finish one subject and let it go; don't let previous subjects affect you, just perform steadily.)

(The author took the college entrance exam four years ago, only scored 60 in math, but the total score was nearly 600, believe in yourself!)