The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"Okay." Qian Yujun lowered his head and said bitterly.

I didn't expect that I was the other party's ambiguous object one second, and was reduced to a personal bodyguard the next second.

Now that the relationship was confirmed, Nan Zhiyi felt relieved and walked quickly towards the bed.

"By the way, you were also a part-time bed warmer for this Sect Master before? How come you are so blind that you don't know how to give up the warm bed for this Sect Master to sleep in?"

Nan Zhiyi opened the quilt and squeezed herself inside the room while sleeping on the outside. She wrapped herself tightly in the comfortable quilt and lay in the warm bed, letting out a comfortable sigh.

Qian Yujun watched his movements nervously, observing his expression carefully.

"I know I'm wrong, and I'm willing to accept the punishment." Qian Yujun said as he prepared to turn over and kneel on the ground.

Nan Zhiyi grabbed his hand, held it in her arms, and frowned when she felt his uneven body.

"What have you done to yourself? You've made yourself so miserable. Don't you know that everything you have doesn't belong to you, but to this Sect Master?

I hope you can be more self-disciplined in the future. If you do this again, I will punish you severely."

"Okay, tell me, who did it? They even dared to touch my people. I think they are tired of living."

Nan Zhiyi said as she patted Qian Yujun's butt as a punishment and hugged him like a pillow.

Tsk, I was really good at choosing her. Although she doesn't look good, her bones are very good and she will recover after some care. She is also very fragrant, soft and warm.

Qian Yujun felt warm in his heart when he saw that even though he had lost his memory, he still defended himself so domineeringly.

"Thank you, Master, but they are all dead."

"Who killed him? He has a keen eye." Nan Zhiyi asked in confusion and nodded.

"I am."

"Not bad, not bad, a very talented person.

This is how my sect leader’s people should be, bold and unbridled, fight if they don’t obey, run away if they can’t win, and come to me.

The people of this sect master are not to be bullied by any little cat or dog. If they dare to touch you, this sect master will break their hands and feet. "

Nan Zhiyi said praisingly, patting his chest, looking like he was super powerful and super reliable. He looked inexplicably cute, like a tsundere kitten.

Qian Yujun couldn't help but burst out laughing, and obediently buried him in his arms.

Nan Zhiyi thought he thought she was bragging, and she immediately got angry and her face turned red with shame and anger. "What are you laughing at? I am serious."

"Yeah, I know, Sect Master Nan is the most powerful." Qian Yujun looked at his cute appearance and quickly coaxed him.

The night was finally spent in peace.

Qian Yujun looked at Nan Zhiyi picking up the women's clothing in his bag with a look of disgust and tried hard to suppress his smile.

"Hasn't this sect master always worn such indecent clothes before? Isn't this too damaging to the glorious image of this sect master?"

"Master Nan, have you forgotten that we are now demons from the evil ways, being hunted down by the entire martial arts world and the imperial court? You and I are playing the role of husband and wife."

"Well, but this disguise is too... indecent." Nan Zhiyi hesitated for a few seconds and decisively picked out a neutral waist-length, cross-collared embroidered robe from the collection.

Her hair was also loosely tied with a headband embroidered with black and gold roses.

It is impossible for him to put on makeup, even if he dies. It would be too humiliating for him.

In an instant, it changed from the rich and noble peony flower of the past to the highland white magnolia.

"Hey, have you heard? The leader of the martial arts world is inviting all heroes to gather at Sanxia Peak to participate in the Demon Slaying Conference."

"What a coincidence! I was just about to go there."

"You are so brave, my hero. I dare not go there. Do you know who they are going to kill this time?"

"He is nothing but the evil Nan Zhiyi of the He Huan Sect. You and I are both chivalrous men who uphold justice. We have the support of the people, so why should we be afraid?"

"My hero, you may not know that the leader of the Hehuan Sect is known as the Ghost Hand of the Thousand Soul Bells. One of his hands is so skillful that he can kill people without them even noticing. The other hand is so mysterious that it can capture people's hearts with its flute.

At that time, five top masters from Puluo Temple (Liaokong), Qianshu Peak (Wangdao), Taihe Garden (Bolazi), Wuyi Mountain (Xiaoyaojian), and Qianlongyuan (Longquan) went to fight together, but ended up with two deaths and one injury. "

"What about the other two?"

“His whereabouts are still unknown.

This started the situation where the forces of good and evil were competing against each other, and no one dared to raise an eyebrow for a while.

This time they gathered people because the evil demon had threatened to slaughter all the righteous people within three months, allowing the evil sect to do whatever it wanted.

They were forced to do so, but unfortunately only a few people participated.”

"How ridiculous! You cowards are scared by a false reputation. You are unworthy of being in the martial arts world and you bring shame to us.

No matter how powerful he is, can he be so powerful as to be an enemy of the entire martial arts world and the imperial court?"

……

The heroine looked at the big man who stood up and slammed the table, shook her head, and sighed, "That Hehuan Sect Master is so arrogant, doesn't he know that the stronger the wind, the easier it is to be blown away? Stupid."

"Is it possible that he has such strength?" Nan Zhiyi played with the teacup and blew on it.

Looking at his fellow martial artist who was jumping happily and swearing to take his head, his eyes were slightly cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Get rid of it." Nan Zhiyi said as he took a sip, put down the teacup and walked outside.

He was afraid that if he listened to the dirty words others used against him, he would lose control of his temper and massacre the entire village, which would be bad.

"Okay." Qian Yujun said, and hurried to follow.

Qianmian came in from outside and was frightened by Nan Zhiyi's cold and ruthless look. He didn't dare to look at her and hurried towards the room.

"Are you afraid?" Nan Zhiyi stood by the central lake in the village, looking at the lake surface covered with a layer of green duckweed, and asked thoughtfully.

Qian Yujun looked at him infatuatedly and answered firmly, "As long as the sect master is here, I am not afraid."

Anyway, I am alone now and there is nothing to worry about or be afraid of.

"I hope you can keep it up. I don't want to kill you with my own hands, or my hands will be dirty." Nan Zhiyi said, then turned around and looked at him seriously.

"No, young master. You saved my life, so I will always belong to you and will never betray you."

Two different figures stood in front of him and repeated the same thing. Nan Zhiyi was distracted for a moment but then recovered.

He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips in thought.

Could it be that I was a playboy before and was also engaged in substitute literature?

Nan Zhiyi looked at him with complicated eyes and patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"Sir, Madam, are you also out boating on the lake?" Bai Chi saluted the two of them slightly and said happily.

Xier beside him looked at him with a beaming smile on her face, her ears turning red with shyness.