The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

The absurdity of the day continued until the evening.

Li Youyou came several times but was turned away every time.

The water in the room was pumped several times. Qian Yujun lay limply in Nan Zhiyi's arms, drowsy, and let him wash her.

"Ayi, tell me, why do you like me?"

"When you first see me, you're surprised and excited. When you see me for a long time, you're excited..."

"I get bored with it."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It will stay with me forever."

"Sure enough, we are destined to be together." Qian Yujun murmured softly, and then fell asleep contentedly.

Nan Zhiyi kissed his forehead gently and looked at the bright moonlight outside through the window.

"Master, the righteous people are about to attack the sect gate. Is it time for you to go back?"

"No need, I will go with them when the time comes. Aunt Bishui will handle the affairs of the sect, no problem."

Nan Zhiyi turned his back to Qianmian and looked up at the moon covered by dark clouds, with a gloomy haze cast over his eyes.

“Over the years, I have been thinking that although the old sect ruins are not completely isolated from the outside world, they are surrounded by mountains on three sides and the terrain is steep, making them easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Besides, we have all been practicing martial arts since childhood. Although dual cultivation is a dirty technique that cannot be performed publicly, it is already considered a shortcut. There are only a few in the entire martial arts world who can surpass our sect.

They all claim to be righteous knights and have a high opinion of themselves, so they should not participate in the massacre of a clan.

How could a bunch of them do anything to us? Do you think there is someone helping them behind the scenes?"

"According to our investigation, isn't it because there was a traitor in the sect that the old sect master and his men were killed?"

Qianmian walked behind him in doubt, his expression heavy. "Or have you found new clues, Sect Master?"

"I have some guesses, but I need more solid evidence." Nan Zhiyi turned the bone flute with his fingers, thinking. He turned his head and the seriousness on his face disappeared, with a smile on his face, "I heard that you and Mr. Li have been getting close recently? Why do you like him?"

"No, it's just that I have a good impression of him because he saved me before." Qianmian had some discomfort and embarrassment on his face, and explained with a wandering look, afraid that he would not believe him and continued to add.

"Moreover, Master Li is an open and honest person with a chivalrous heart. He is indeed a good person worthy of close friendship."

"Whether you want to treat her as a friend or a dual cultivation partner, I don't mind, but don't forget that there are things you can say and things you can't say."

Nan Zhiyi smiled faintly and nodded, reminding out of friendship.

When Qianmian heard his words, he was like a frightened bird. He immediately knelt on one knee, bowed his head solemnly, and expressed his feelings, "Disciple will never betray the sect. I hope the sect master will understand."

Nan Zhiyi walked up slowly, chuckled and helped him up, a dark look flashed across her eyes, "Okay, okay, we're all friends, don't kneel down at every turn, don't make it so serious.

If you don’t know, you would think that I am some evil person who has no sympathy for my subordinates.”

Qianmian was sweating profusely, and stood up in fear following his movements, forcing a smile. "Master, you are joking. You are the most tolerant and friendly to us.

When we have nothing to do, you will guide us on the areas where we are lacking in practice. If there is anything we cannot solve, it is most helpful to come to you.

Everyone is grateful and loves you, how can you be a bad person?"

"You, stop talking nonsense. Don't you know what they say about me behind my back? What kind of moody murderer, pervert, emotionless killing weapon, etc.

I don’t care about these. As long as you have no ulterior motives and are just complaining a few words, I will just pretend I don’t know.

But if you have second thoughts, you all know what I will do to you: a mountain of swords, a sea of ​​fire, a snake cave...

I don't think they want to see it, right? You should also be careful about it. After all, if your husband sees it, he will say that I am not strict enough in my management."

"Disciple understands. I will deal with it right away." After saying that, Qianmian ran away as if fleeing, complaining in his heart.

Aunt Bishui, what should I do? The young master began to doubt the truth of that year...

"Lord Huai, are you really willing to degenerate into the company of the evildoers from the Hehuan Sect?"

Qian Yujun leaned against the bed, playing with one of Nan Zhiyi's hairpins in his hand, and glanced at him coldly, "When did I ever need you to ask about my affairs?"

He asked back unhappily, and the hairpin in his hand flew out like an arrow, brushing against his neck and falling.

Duan Chun was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground, the weapon in his hand fell to the side, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Qian Yujun stood up domineeringly, wearing a red robe and walking barefoot in front of him, lifted his chin with his foot, and looked at him with invincible eyes.

"Don't think that I can't do anything to you just because you are an old man following my master.

The king asked you to find someone to help him, not to make things difficult for him. Look at their attitude. They are just lowly slaves from a remote place, yet they dare to show him a bad face. "

Qian Yujun still felt unsatisfied as he spoke, so he kicked him to the ground.

Duan Chun covered his aching chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and immediately knelt down respectfully again.

"It's... it's my fault that I didn't do my job well. You, Lord Huai, are the one who should teach me a lesson."

"Now that you know, just go down and deal with it." Qian Yujun looked up at the ceiling, dark emotions surging on his face. After a while, he calmed down and slowly walked towards the bed.

"Remember to clean this place up."

"Yes." Duan Chun knelt down and wiped the floor respectfully, then flew away immediately.

"You are just a bunch of trash. You can't even handle a terminally ill old man. What use do I have for you?"

"Well, since you destroyed my and Ayi's families, I will repay you in the same way.

Emperor Mingde, don’t you value your sons who are good-for-nothings the most and look down on women? Then I will let the hens crow at dawn and disrupt your government.”

Qian Yujun said fiercely, smashing the bed rail with one palm.

Nan Zhiyi floated in from the window and saw the mess on the floor. She hurried forward to check and was relieved when she found Qian Yujun was sleeping soundly.

I don’t know who made Yu Jun so angry. It seems that someone wants to challenge my methods.

Nan Zhiyi used his inner strength to dispel the coldness around his body, then he carefully lifted a corner of the quilt and slowly moved in.

Qian Yujun looked at him sleepily and held him in his arms, "You're back, welcome home."

"Yeah." Nan Zhiyi replied softly, her heart softening. She kissed his forehead tenderly and rubbed it lovingly.

"Wake up, get up, Nan Zhiyi, Qian Yujun, you have been sleeping for three days and you're not going to get up yet? Are you planning to stay in bed for the rest of your life?" Li Youyou banged on the door frantically in silence.