The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

He wanted to be with her for eternity, but he was also jealous of the consciousness that followed the other person.

Each of his cells loves the same person, yet they seem to exist independently and reject other cells.

Tangled and entangled, unable to be freed.

It is simply incomprehensible to normal people.

But for Nan Zhiyi, who was equally perverted, he could understand it and felt it was good.

In his eyes, love does not overlap. Every world is an independent individual.

All preferences depend on the other person's attitude and one's current actual situation. He is learning to love, firmly and persistently.

"Since I've given it to you, it's up to you how you deal with it. I won't interfere.

But I don't like being deceived, even if you think it's well-intentioned, little Amir, do you understand?"

Nan Zhiyi grabbed the clothes on his chest, looked up at him with a faint smile and said. Although the tone was very gentle, one could hear the warning and threat in it.

"There won't be a next time, Yi, don't be angry with me."

Amir nodded, realizing that he had done something wrong, and squatted in front of him and rubbed against him in a flattering and affectionate manner.

"Today is my coming-of-age ceremony, let's get married!"

Nan Zhiyi touched his head helplessly, and her anger subsided. She looked at him expectantly and made a suggestion.

"Today, I am a little rushed. I haven't found the dual cultivation method yet. And..."

In this world, there are customs similar to mourning when parents or relatives die.

"Didn't your father die more than ten years ago? Did you still keep vigil for him?"

Nan Zhiyi raised her eyebrows and asked in surprise.

After all, he had come across this practice before, where the soul of a recently deceased person was sealed inside the body and controlled.

On the surface, that person looks like any other normal living person, with flesh and blood, and a heartbeat, but dead things are dead things, and they have no emotions.

The lower ones were rigid in movement and would decay, while the higher ones, like those in the immortal cultivation world like his own, still had the opportunity to reshape their souls and bodies.

Unfortunately there is none here, but there is magic that can help the rot recover.

"You are not trying to comfort me and deliberately lie to me, are you?"

Amir smiled sadly.

As far as I can remember, I have never had a full meal. Most of the time, I was either lying next to a trash can, fainting from hunger, or rummaging through the garbage.

All I get every day is verbal abuse, cold stares and endless beatings.

It was not until it was calculated that he had good talent and could become a Saint that he was ruthlessly sold to the church, where he could eat and endure even more severe beatings.

But he is still grateful to the church, because not everyone in it is bad.

Some people will secretly give themselves steamed buns, while others will tell themselves that they are great.

Those people don’t like me, not because I am bad, but because they are blind.

He said that was the truth God told him, that God loves all his children equally, otherwise he would not have become a devout believer.

But if that person really died a long time ago and was controlled by someone else, then what was the point of all the painful experiences I had endured over the years?

What is all this anger?

It's just a joke.

"I really wish I had made it up to lie to you, after all, maybe it would make you feel better. Unfortunately, this is the truth, the dead are gone, the living rest in peace.

I have buried him properly for you, and he will not be resurrected. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Nan Zhiyi threw herself into his arms lovingly and hugged him tightly, hoping that this could give her lover some warmth and strength.

Amir didn't say anything, but just hugged him back silently, his tears wet his clothes.

He couldn't remember how many times he had cried with excitement while hugging Nan Zhiyi.

It is said that men shed blood but not tears, but he knows that this is not manly at all.

But just like a child who has been bullied all the time, he suddenly finds a loving relative and someone to rely on. He will always subconsciously feel wronged, cry and act like a spoiled child.

Although he felt ashamed, he also felt happy in his heart that his heart had found a home.

"Okay, let's go see him together!"

"Well, it's all up to you."

Nan Zhiyi took out a clean handkerchief and wiped his tears, then pulled him up and slowly walked towards the back mountain.

"By the way, how did you deal with those villagers yesterday? No one else came to cause trouble."

"I briefly turned them into the living dead and went back to say goodbye to my family.

After all, for his crimes, death is the greatest punishment, and other punishments have not yet been meted out."

Nan Zhiyi said as a matter of course, and seeing his unhappy expression, her voice became smaller and smaller.

"Will you blame me for being too harsh?

After all, they have watched you grow up, and you have had some interactions over the years."

Amir knew that Nan Zhiyi must have misunderstood him because she saw his unhappy face after hearing about the living dead, so he quickly shook his head and explained.

"Won't.

Yi doesn't know them and has no grudge against them. He did all this for me. How could I bear to blame you?

Moreover, they were the ones who wanted to kill me first. Even if it wasn't Ayi, I would have killed them myself.

Anyone who wants to kill me must not be allowed to stay."

As he spoke, Amir smiled faintly and rubbed Nan Zhiyi's furry head.

As expected, Nan Zhiyi got furious. She glared at him angrily and quickened her pace angrily, but this time she didn't scold him out loud.

He probably took into consideration that he was in a bad mood at the moment and indulged himself in his own way.

They soon arrived at the cemetery, and despite Nan Zhiyi's words, he still dug up the grave without giving up.

Looking at the severely skeletonized corpse inside and the remaining magic patterns on it, he finally sighed silently and let it go.

"I think what happened to you is probably not a coincidence. Can I accompany you to find the person behind this?"

"it is good."

As he said this, Amir knelt down and took Nan Zhiyi to kowtow solemnly in front of the grave, as a final farewell.

Even though this man was an incompetent father, the grace of giving birth to a child still existed and is indelible.

“We’ll talk about the covenant later.

There's nothing good to stay here, is there anywhere you want to go?"

"Okay, it's up to you.

Then let's go to the most lively place on this continent, we should be able to find a lot of clues there."

Nan Zhiyi said indifferently, jumping and walking in front.

After all, today is a day to celebrate - a day to welcome a new life.

In every sense.

Night arrived as expected, and the stone house covered with white angel wings looked holy and dazzling.

Amir was driven out of the room and squatted with his back pressed against the stone door, like a knight guarding his most precious treasure.

In the middle of the room, the two wings gathered together and wrapped around Nan Zhiyi, making her look like a white ball.

As my breathing vibrated, a tingling sensation came from my back, which tickled my heartstrings. The itch became more and more severe, making me feel uncomfortable and scratch my ears and cheeks.