Villain, be good! I'm here to give birth to a baby [Quick Wear]

After Lin Qingbai's explanation, Song Ling'er roughly understood what she should do, and she really didn't have to worry about not being selected.

But Song Ling'er still has a problem...

"What about you? Aren't you going to join me?"

Lin Qingbai shook his head, then waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, I'm just an ordinary person, so I won't go in. I'll wait for your good news outside."

There were demon cultivators everywhere in there, and he was not stupid, so why would he go in and get killed?

"But don't worry, Miss Ling'er. I will pretend to be a sedan bearer and take you there. I will stay with you until you are chosen by the bandit leader."

Because the bearers of the bridal sedan chair could temporarily enter the bandit's lair and stay there for a few days. After the bandit leader confirmed the bride candidates, they would carry away the brides who were not selected.

Song Ling'er said with a somewhat disappointed tone: "Is that so? Okay then."

She was the one who went in to look for something anyway, so she could go in alone.

……

Three days later, the bride set out for the bandit's lair.

After drinking a bowl of thick medicine, Song Ling'er put on delicate makeup and got into the bridal sedan. She felt that the soup prepared by Lin Qingbai was a bit strange. It was bitter, but why did her stomach feel hot after drinking it?

Lin Qingbai told her that this was normal and asked her not to think too much about it.

Is she really thinking too much?

Song Ling'er touched her belly and it felt warm, not uncomfortable, but just weird.

She wondered, do men really like women who can give birth to children?

A figure flashed through my mind.

Song Ling'er's eyes dimmed and she pursed her red lips. In a trance, an old voice sounded in her ears.

[You are a demon, and he is an immortal. Demons and immortals have different paths, and you are destined to be apart. Little demon, you should send him out as soon as possible.]

"But... Grandma, I like him so much."

This is what she answered at that time.

But in the end she chose to let the other person go.

Song Ling'er clasped her hands together, lowered her eyes, and looked lonely.

She has left her grandma, and she has to walk the rest of the road alone.

Thinking of grandma's instructions before leaving...

[My little demon has grown up and has his own ideas. But it is useless for you to practice like this. We are demons and are not suitable for cultivating immortals. If you want to take the path of cultivating immortals, you have to find something...]

【…】

[Okay, since you have made up your mind, I will not stop you any further. I wish my little demon a safe journey and may you ascend to immortality soon.]

[If one day you don’t want to cultivate immortality anymore, or if you are bullied outside, come back and tell me, and I will help you fight back.]

【Grandma will always be waiting for you at home. 】

【…】

Grandma talked a lot and told her a lot of things, fearing that she might encounter an accident if she was alone outside. She looked worried and concerned.

Song Ling'er took out a small round bell from her arms and smiled happily.

This was given to her by her grandma. If she encounters danger, she can send a message to her grandma through this little bell.

However, she is very weak now and will run out of spiritual power after sending only a few spiritual messages.

Song Ling'er placed the small bell on her chest and sent a spiritual message - [Grandma, I'm at Xinyi Mountain. ]

Once she gets the things, she can practice like a normal person, and she won't be a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage after practicing for so many years.

[Grandma, I will definitely ascend to become an immortal. ]

She closed her eyes and thought so.

"Ding bell~"

The bell rang, it was a message from grandma.

……

At the same time, in a village house in a mountain village in Xinyi Mountain.

"You are the leader of the bandits?"

A young man in white asked this question nonchalantly while stepping on a burly man.

The burly man under his feet was completely unable to move. He replied with a trembling voice, "Yes, it's me, Xian, Xian... You, no, you, what do you want from me?"

His attitude was humble, his tone was low, and every word he spoke was trembling.

"Oh, nothing much, just came to play with you." The young man in white said in a casual tone as if he was chatting about family matters, "I heard that you, the bandit, have hidden some treasure, but I can't remember the name for a while, do you know what it's called?"

The young man in white was smiling and looked very friendly.

However, his behavior had nothing to do with the word "friendly". After releasing his foot from the burly man, he kicked him again, pushing the man against the wall and causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Without waiting for the other person to catch his breath, he flashed over and kicked him to the other side.

This kind of behavior has been repeated many times, and it is like kicking people around like balls, not caring about their life or death at all.

"Ahem - I, I know -"

The burly man spoke hurriedly with slurred words, fearing that if he was a few seconds late, he would be kicked into a meat pie and hung on the wall by this man.

The young man in white stopped his violence, still with that smiling face, and said in a kind tone: "Tell me, I have a bad memory and always forget this and that. I'm really sorry."

“I dare not, I dare not—” The burly man waved his hands in fear and knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed, “Please spare my life, Immortal, please spare my life! I confess everything, I confess everything!”

"Eh?" The young man in white pretended to be confused, supporting his chin with one hand and said, "Did I say something that made you misunderstand? What do you want to do to me?"

"My god, I will confess everything! I will give you what you want, but please let me live!"

The burly man kowtowed as he spoke, and he did not dare to stop even though his forehead was broken and bleeding.

He was really scared. The young man in front of him had such high cultivation level that he couldn't see through him at all. He could easily control him. He must have the strength of an immortal.

Not only is his strength terrifying, but his speech is also incomprehensible. What he says and what he actually does are completely different things. It's really scary!

He simply couldn't understand what this man was trying to do, so he might as well confess his crimes honestly. After all, these immortal cultivators were looking for demon cultivators like him just to punish evil and promote good, and to make a good reputation for themselves.

"My name is Shi Biao, and I am the leader of the mountain bandits who have taken over the mountains. In order to practice magic, I have committed many evil deeds in the area, such as murder, arson, and robbery. I even force the people in those villages to send a bride to me every year for me to choose. My purpose is not to marry a wife, but to use the brides' blood to feed the flowers."

"Because the flower I raised was the magic flower I brought out from the Demon Abyss. I don't know what the magic flower is called, but it only drinks women's blood. It is also very picky about food, and specifically drinks the blood of women whose bodies are easy to conceive."

"In order to raise this magic flower, I not only spent a lot of time, but also wasted a lot of money to buy various natural treasures for it and take good care of it, just to wait for it to bloom, and then use the powerful magic energy emitted by the magic flower when it blooms to break through to the magic infant stage in one fell swoop."

"I am guilty and I admit my fault. I beg you, Immortal, to spare my life as this is my first offense! I will do good deeds for the rest of my life to repay your kindness!"

Shi Biao burst into tears. It was the first time he encountered such a powerful cultivator and he just wanted to give in to save his life.

However, the young man in white heard a puzzled voice: "I'm not a judge, why are you admitting your mistake to me? You're so weird."

"Also, whether you do good deeds in the second half of your life is none of my business. What kind of messed up favors are these? I want to ask you one thing now..."

"Do you still have the money you robbed before? If you do, give it all to me. Don't hide a single cent."

"Because I don't like others touching my money, especially money that I worked so hard to take from others."