The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"Hey, what wind brings Young Master Nanxia here?" The staff at the Marriage Registration Office of the Civil Affairs Bureau asked in surprise as they looked at Nan Zhiyi who came in swaggeringly.

Nan Zhiyi raised her eyebrows, looked at the plaque of the marriage registration office, and rolled her eyes.

"What do you think I'm doing here? I can't be here to get a divorce, right? What do you think, Miss Xia?"

Xia Qingyu became furious when she saw Nan Zhiyi's nonchalant look.

I don’t know what my father is afraid of. My younger brother was beaten into the hospital, but not only did he not help find the culprit to be held accountable, he even took my younger brother who had just been discharged from the hospital to apologize.

She couldn't swallow this humiliation, but unfortunately she was powerless, otherwise she would have impeached him to death in front of His Majesty.

"Who knows? Everyone in the capital knows that Young Master Nanxia is famous. Who knows if he has a female confidant or a male confidant? She might even be pregnant."

Xia Qingyu put a fake smile on her face and looked at him as he spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Xia Qingyu, you are spreading rumors. Believe it or not, I will report you for being passive at work and slandering others, and you will lose your job."

Nan Zhiyi is not a person with a good temper. When he gets angry, he will not behave like a gentleman. He will treat men and women equally and beat them so badly that even your own mother won't recognize you.

Xia Qingyu also knew that this guy was no good, and when he saw him banging the table, he was a little scared, so he restrained himself and muttered softly.

"He's such a real man, he can't take a joke at all."

"Tell me, who are you going to register for marriage with?"

"I'm with Imperial Marshal Lin Ye." Nan Zhiyi passed the information representing the household registration to her.

"Mr. Nanxia, ​​are you crazy or delusional? How could Marshal Lin Ye be willing to marry you? Could it be that your information was stolen?"

Xia Qingyu looked at the message in disbelief, her voice breaking with surprise.

"How is that possible? I have evidence. He has already agreed."

As he spoke, Nan Zhiyi played a recording.

"Boyfriend, shall we get married?"

"it is good."

Although it was recorded when the other party was confused, since the other party agreed, it means it is okay.

"I can't understand clearly after hearing this. Who knows if the other party is sincere or has been deceived by you?

To register for marriage, either both parties must come together, or you can apply online and get the certificate offline.”

When Xia Qingyu heard this, she found a flaw and immediately rejected him in a businesslike manner, explaining the situation.

It would be a waste for such a second-generation rich man to marry the imperial marshal. He is not worthy of it.

It's like a fresh flower stuck in a mountain of cow dung, a waste of natural resources.

Xia Qingyu thought sourly, and looked at Nan Zhiyi whose eyes were no longer eyes and nose no longer a nose.

"Who said it was fake? If you don't believe me, just check the Internet to see if there is any information about us applying for marriage registration."

When Nan Zhiyi heard her words, he did not panic but spoke calmly.

Xia Qingyu looked at him with disdain, as if he didn't believe it, and started investigating immediately.

What's more, a marriage registration application signed by Lin Ye and Nan Xia Zhiyi was found, and the applicant's account was exactly that of Imperial Marshal Lin Ye.

She just felt a black screen in front of her eyes and felt like the sky was falling.

I quickly handled the process for him and then hurriedly switched shifts with my colleague and went home.

This is too outrageous. What kind of person is Nan Xia Zhiyi? He is a second-generation rich man and a little bully; Lin Ye is the marshal of the empire, brave, resourceful, young and promising. If the two of them get together, the marshal will definitely be led astray.

It's over, it's really over.

Nan Zhiyi was in a good mood and kissed the red paper marriage certificate, then turned around and reported Xia Qingyu to the customer manager in the hall.

Then he left with the hurried escort.

We can't let that guy know about this, it would be terrible if he gets caught.

At this time, Lin Ye was sitting in the office of the military compound, staring at the computer in a trance, listening to the reports from his subordinates, occasionally replying a sentence or two and pointing out the key layout.

"By the way, Marshal, His Majesty has specially organized a Hundred Flowers Festival for you. He wants to introduce you to a group of outstanding young men and ladies. Do you want to go?"

"Is that little bastard going?" Lin Ye closed the marriage application interface and asked calmly.

"Are you talking about Young Master Nanxia? He's not going. I heard that something went wrong at the southern base.

He was sent over there by Madam Xia Mo to work." Adjutant Wang Ming replied respectfully.

"Marshal, this is bad. The Internet is spreading rumors about your marriage to Young Master Nanxia.

The people are protesting against the cyberbullying of Master Nanxia, ​​saying... He is a second-generation rich man who is usually arrogant and domineering, and now he dares to force you to get married.

Mrs. Xia Mo's company's stock price has plummeted, and she is about to run into financial problems. What do you think we should do? "

General Li rushed in like a bear, roaring at the top of his voice. When he saw Lin Ye's unfriendly look, his voice gradually lowered.

Unfortunately it was too late. Almost everyone in the building had heard it.

Everyone paused for a moment, and looked at their colleagues knowingly, with gossip burning in their eyes.

Unexpectedly, their aloof Marshal, who usually keeps himself clean and has no gossip, suddenly got a big surprise - he got married in a flash!!!

No? Who was he with? Hiss, Nanxia Zhiyi, the notorious devil in the empire, his family's mortal enemy.

If his family knew about this, they wouldn't want to beat him to death, right?

As soon as General Li finished speaking, the two protagonists' phones were ringing off the hook.

Relatives and friends, whether they know each other or not, come to ask one by one, "Is it true? Are you really doing this voluntarily? Are you really not coerced/forced?"

Thanks to his father's great reputation, he, a useless piece of mud, was cyber-bullied by the whole network.

How outstanding the father is, how useless the son is, truly two extremes.

Nan Zhiyi turned off the cloud network and sat in the private warship in a happy mood, eating dessert, drinking tea, and leisurely looking at the starry sky outside the window.

It was as if the troubles of this world had nothing to do with him.

Even my mother came to comfort this weak and helpless child.

"Master, we still have an hour to reach the southern base. Are you ready to pack up and get off the warship?"

Number One stood respectfully behind Nan Zhiyi and asked.

"Isn't that your responsibility? You've been with me for so many years, do you still need my orders?"

Nan Zhiyi drank tea and spoke indifferently. Invisible pressure spread to the surroundings, and the pheromones of the white iris orchid floated in the air.

Number One groaned. He didn't expect the young master's pheromones to be so aggressive.

After a while, cold sweat began to break out on his forehead, and he could no longer stand. The wounds that had not yet healed began to split open, and the air was gradually filled with the smell of blood.

"It's my subordinates' fault. I will give orders immediately." Number One lowered his head, hiding the darkness in his eyes, and left quickly.

Special reminder: Pheromones here (which can be understood as the embodiment of mental power) are divided into SSS, SS, S, A, B, C, and D from high to low.

B is an ordinary person because he cannot sense pheromones, while A and O can sense them, which makes them special talents.

High levels have a suppressive effect on low levels. Regardless of AO, A of the same level has a suppressive effect on O.

When the matching degree reaches over 80%, they can tag each other.

Both A and O have estrus periods, when pheromones are raging, and they can get through them with the help of inhibitors and the comfort of their partners.

Otherwise, the pheromones will erupt and the person may die from mental power explosion or exhaustion.