The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"You are like this again. Can you please talk seriously?" The warm breath sprayed on Qian Yujun's ears. His ears turned red with embarrassment and he couldn't help but worry.

"I...my real self is so ugly, aren't you afraid?"

Nan Zhiyi felt that the prying eyes had disappeared, and with a wave of his hand he set up a formation and took off the human skin masks of the two men.

Holding Qian Yujun's cheek, she gently kissed the criss-crossing scars on his face, "No, don't you think it's cool?

It's amazing and remarkable that you managed to survive such serious injuries.

If you mind, I can send someone to find the best scar removal cream in the world to make you plump and white."

"Don't do this!" Qian Yujun felt the warm touch on his face, and his breathing became disordered instantly, and he glanced around in panic.

"Like that?" Nan Zhiyi asked mischievously, stood up with a chuckle, picked the person up, sheathed his sword, and walked quickly outside.

The poisonous fog and miasma seemed nothing in his eyes. Qian Yujun wanted to struggle worriedly, but was afraid of tearing the wound on his hand, so he spoke anxiously.

"Be careful with the wound on your hand, don't let it break open again."

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. I think we'll be fine once we get back to the inn." Nan Zhiyi looked at his bandaged hand and said nonchalantly.

Qian Yujun obviously didn't believe it. He grabbed his arm and tried to turn over, but was stopped by Nan Zhiyi and held tightly in his arms.

"Be good, it's dirty down there, don't move." Nan Zhiyi smiled gently and ruthlessly crushed the snakes, insects, rats and ants under his feet with his feet.

The old man with the cane was still followed by the pretty Miao girl, who stood quietly on the stairs and walked slowly forward.

"Master Nan, you are back."

"I didn't invite you here to play, so don't wander around for no reason." Nan Zhiyi warned in a cold and unhappy voice.

The old man clenched his cane and lowered his head reluctantly, "I understand."

After Nan Zhiyi finished speaking, she didn't care about his expression and walked away from them, quickly heading towards the room, looking at the little one who was sleeping soundly in her arms with gentle eyes.

Perhaps because he was too tired, Qian Yujun quickly fell asleep in Nan Zhiyi's warm arms.

It feels like I am floating among the clouds in the sky, like a bird flapping its wings and flying freely.

It lowered its head and looked towards the yard. An exquisite young man in brocade clothes was practicing sword moves tirelessly, with a tied little face, like a little adult.

The beautiful woman walked out of the main room, placed a bowl of red dates and wolfberry soup on the stone table in the courtyard, and stood under the tree, looking at him kindly and gently.

“Yier, don’t blame your father for being cruel.

If your father had not returned from training with outstanding martial arts skills, our Nangong family might have been destroyed in that rebellion.

Therefore, he is more strict with his requirements of you, and he also hopes that you will be able to make a living in the future and will not be bullied.

He still loves you very much..."

“Although that child is extremely talented, he is intellectually handicapped after all. If you pay too much attention to him, he will definitely become your weak spot.

This time I got injured because of saving him, and who knows what will happen next time.

We just want you to grow up safely and happily, and hope you can understand our good intentions. "

"It's not because of him..."

He was just trying to save me, it was my own fault.

The young man stopped and put the sword behind his back. He looked at his mother's disapproving expression, and finally lowered his head helplessly, saying "Okay" in a dejected tone.

"He has tried very hard. I hope you and Dad won't chase him away now. At least wait until he can protect himself, okay?"

"Okay." The woman smiled gently and led the young man to sit at the stone table. She pushed the porridge of suitable temperature in front of him and looked at him expectantly.

"Try it now. Your mother made it for you early in the morning. You just got injured, so this is the best way to nourish your body."

"Thank you, mother." The young man lowered his eyes and scooped the soup in small sips with a spoon. He never smiled from beginning to end.

Qian Yujun looked at the young man and felt his heart aching. A strong sense of guilt surged into his heart, making him feel suffocated as if he could hardly breathe.

He suddenly opened his eyes, searching frantically for something.

It was not until he saw Nan Zhiyi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a tired look on her face and sleeping soundly in his arms, that his eyes unconsciously softened and his heart was at peace.

Her eyes fondly portrayed his facial features, and she moved closer cautiously.

Nan Zhiyi was awakened by the warm breath spraying on her cheek. Looking at the ferocious face that suddenly appeared, she blinked in confusion and dared not breathe.

She cautiously tried to get up, and in a flash, she jumped out from the bed, pointing at him in horror, "Who... are you? Why are you in my house?"

Qian Yujun suddenly remembered that he had taken off his disguise. He hurriedly covered his face with his hands and searched for the human skin mask in horror.

Is it because I am too ugly that Sect Master Nan was scared, so he didn’t recognize me?

Nan Zhiyi looked at the unfamiliar environment and the panicked people, and stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do.

Broken fragments of memory flashed in my mind, but I could never piece together a complete picture.

who am I?

"Yier, run, run out..."

"Master, don't be afraid. I will always protect you."

"My dear, why did you forget me again?

Be good, hand over your family's secret martial arts manual quickly, and your uncle will treat you well. "

"You evil demon, return my son's life to me."

……

I remembered, I am the young master of the Hehuan Sect, a demon from the evil way, and the current leader of the Hehuan Sect, Nan Zhiyi, the Ghost Hand of the Thousand Soul Bell.

When Hongling appears, thousands of people avoid her. There are faint ringing of bells, hundreds of ghosts roaming at night, the sound of bone flutes, and souls shifting and changing. As long as I want, everything in the world is a puppet in my hands.

Who is he then? ...seems to be my partner.

Nan Zhiyi thought with a headache, looking at the red heart-shaped thread flashing red in her hand thoughtfully.

The Star Beast was trapped in the space. Looking at this scene, he was helpless and anxious. However, he couldn't talk to Nan Zhiyi and could only crash into the barrier frantically.

You dog, just wait and see if my master will tear you apart when he remembers it!

"Hey, how did we meet?"

No matter how immersed Qian Yujun was in his own world, he realized that something was wrong.

Because Nan Zhiyi's eyes at this moment were so innocent and strange, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never met before.

"Xiang Zhuang, you saved me."

"Since I saved you, you are my personal bodyguard." Nan Zhiyi said as a matter of course.

Although I don't know why I care so much about this ugly guy, it's always a good idea to have it with me.