Night of Bridal Room! Objective, the Blood Pool!

Right now, there were 69 hours left before the duel with Qin Shaobai.

Soon enough, someone led Yang Dingtian to the bride's side. Yang Dingtian immediately caught a whiff of that familiar and alluring body fragrance.

Yang Dingtian had never encountered a place with such darkness where he truly couldn't see anything. He even couldn't see further than half an inch in front of him.

In an instant, Yang Dingtian's heart was overwhelmed with sympathy. Dugu Aoshuang was so self-abased that she even wanted her wedding ceremony to be held in the pitch-black darkness. She didn't dare to let anyone see her face.

"The time of blessing has arrived. Will the groom and bride please proceed with the wedding ceremony?"

Afterward, a red silk cloth was stuffed into Yang Dingtian's hand while the other end was placed in the Second Young Lady's, Dugu Aoshuang's hand.

Immediately after, a fragrance approached while an icy-cold and extremely moving voice echoed.