C419 No Bride's Wedding!

Xue Qijing swept his gaze across the dark and empty church in front of him. His eyes were already filled with anger, as if he was about to spit out a fire dragon.

Cold wind poured in from outside the slightly opened door. His fluttering black hair swayed gently in the breeze, and his fist suddenly clenched in the cold wind, making the sound of bones cracking