The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"Grandma, let me do it." Nan Zhiyi, wearing a silk dress, hurried over to greet her.

He took the broken medicine bowl and held it in both hands, placing it on the wooden table with a stone cushion under it.

Then he walked over and helped the person to the stool, "Grandma, thank you so much for today.

If you hadn't taken us in, my husband and I would have had to sleep in the wilderness, and he's injured, and I don't know if he can hold on."

After saying that, he looked at the heavy rain outside with a sad face. It was getting dark and there was only a white candle lighting up the room. The candle flame swayed when the wind blew, as if it would go out at any time.

"You are too polite, young lady. If you hadn't pulled the old woman back in time, she would have been buried in the mountains and forests in the heavy rain."

The old woman sat down on the only wooden stool in the room, trembling, and took out two wild vegetable steamed buns from her arms with trembling hands. She patted his hands and stuffed them into his.

"My husband passed away a few years ago, and I don't have any children. This is all I have left. I hope you won't despise me."

The old woman looked at Nan Zhiyi, talking incessantly with a kind smile on her face. There was a faint light flashing in her cloudy eyes, and it could be seen that she was very happy.

Nan Zhiyi took the warm wild vegetable steamed bun wrapped in oil paper that she handed to her and carefully opened it.

He tore it into small pieces and handed it to her, but she pushed it back and ate it in small bites while chatting in confusion.

"Grandma, why don't you move out? It's so dangerous for you to live alone in the mountains!

If a wild animal comes, I won’t be able to escape, and if anything happens, no one will take care of me.”

"Hey, I'm an old lady who married someone from outside. I'm unfamiliar with the place and I don't know how to get along with them after I moved out. So I just lived here after my husband passed away."

When the old woman heard what he said, her eyes became evasive, and she obviously didn't want to say more. She stood up, leaning on her crutches, and moved tremblingly towards the outside.

"It's getting late, why don't you go to bed early?

Your husband is seriously injured, and you need to take him to town tomorrow morning to see the doctor."

"Master, do you say she is a bad person?" Starry Sky Beast looked at the wild vegetable bun in Nan Zhiyi's hand curiously.

After making sure that the old woman had gone to the next door, she floated out from the space, took the crumbs of the wild vegetable steamed bun from his hand, and stuffed them into her mouth.

Then he stuck out his tongue, spit out water, and drank water frantically.

It is bitter and astringent, and tastes tasteless, just like eating raw wild vegetable dumplings.

"Probably not. I didn't sense any hostility from her."

"However, she seemed to be very displeased with her husband. Whenever she mentioned him, her eyes were filled with hatred and resentment, as if she wished that man was really dead."

Nan Zhiyi ate a wild vegetable steamed bun in no time. When she felt that the temperature of the medicine was about right, she went to the bedside, woke the boy up, and handed him the medicine and the wild vegetable steamed bun.

The boy was delirious due to the fever, but the long period of hovering between life and death had made him a sensitive and vigilant person.

Even though he felt extremely uncomfortable, he still tried his best to stay awake and look no different from usual.

He calmly took the bowl and sniffed it, making sure it was ok before drinking it all in one gulp, breaking the food into pieces and swallowing it bit by bit.

Nan Zhiyi folded her arms, leaned against the wall and watched his movements, then casually threw the empty bowl he handed over onto the table.

"By the way, brother, I still don't know how to address you?"

"You know everything about Qianfeng Villa? Don't you know who I am?"

Nan Zhiyi nodded sincerely, and added, fearing that he might not believe it, "I just happened to be passing by, and saw that the righteous people were about to get into trouble. So I just wanted to come and watch the fun."

The young man stared at Nan Zhiyi in disbelief and couldn't help but complain.

"Are you sick? Whose good people don't wear their clothes properly? When they see others fighting, they run to the roof of their houses and watch the excitement for three days and three nights."

Nan Zhiyi blinked innocently, "I am a demon clan member. Is it abnormal to see the righteous clan having fun? The more unhappy they are, the happier I am."

"Besides, how could I not dress properly? I was the most formally dressed when I saw you. Do you want to practice with me? I am very good at it."

Nan Zhiyi lowered her head and moved closer, pulled his collar, revealing her delicate collarbone, and looked at him seductively, her breath as sweet as orchid.

Even without makeup, she was wearing a plain silk dress, which looked like a gorgeous dress, captivating.

The boy blushed and looked away, pushing him, "Can you be a little more normal? You always..."

"What is it, my dear?" Nan Zhiyi bit his ear ambiguously and held his hand.

The boy tilted his head and struggled, but he had a fever and his whole body was limp. His movements were more like flirting, "Dirty words, so indecent."

"I am the leader of the Hehuan Sect. What's wrong with being indecent? Is it abnormal?"

Nan Zhiyi was like a weak and boneless snake demon. She stroked his cheek with her frivolous fingers, climbed onto his body, and pushed herself into his arms.

Looking at the boy whose face turned red due to anger, the more he played, the more excited he became.

"Master, take it easy. The villain's heart beats very fast. I'm afraid he will faint from your anger."

Starry Skymon looked at the villain's darkening value, which was fluctuating like a roller coaster, and couldn't help but warn him.

"I know, I know, it's annoying."

Nan Zhiyi replied unsatisfiedly, then turned serious in an instant, let him go, pulled her tube top back on, and looked normal again.

He coughed twice in a serious manner and returned to his normal cold voice.

"I'm just kidding. Brother, you haven't told me your name yet?"

The young boy looked at him in bewilderment as he suddenly changed his appearance. He straightened his clothes that were messed up by him, hugged himself and huddled on the inside of the bed, looking at him warily, just like a boy who was forced to fall.

This time, he didn't say anything, but answered obediently. "My name is Qian Yujun, the Yujun in 'light as a feather, heavy as a thousand pounds'."

"Yujun, what a nice name, I will call you Brother Yujun from now on, right?

I wonder if we can stay here tonight. The house is simple and there is only this one bed for us to rest on."

Nan Zhiyi smiled politely and rang the bell on the red silk draped over her body.

The clear sound of the bells echoed in the small room like a beautiful lullaby.

Qian Yujun raised his pure eyes and looked around.

The adobe house was very simple, with a bed, a table, and two wooden stools, and no other furniture.

From time to time, wind and light rain blew in through the cracks in the wall, barely enough to keep out the wind and rain.

There was only one quilt, which was not very thick, but it was clean and tidy, and it was warm with the scent of the sun.

"Do you want to sleep outside or inside?" Qian Yujun asked shyly and hesitantly.