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

into the night.

Inside the village, there were several rows of brides standing in the lobby. They were all wearing red wedding gowns, silver jewelry on their heads, and their faces were all done up. However, many of the brides' makeup was smudged from crying, and many of them were still sobbing in low voices.

It was not until a burly man and a young man in white clothes appeared that the brides wiped away their tears, lowered their heads tremblingly, and dared not say a word.

"Hello, village master!"

The bandits saluted Shi Biao one after another.

Shi Biao waved his hand to let them leave, and then they went out.

After the bandits left, Shi Biao took a rough look at the bride. Just like in previous years, there were all ugly girls sent to her - wait, there was a good one?

His eyes lit up for a moment, but when he thought of the young man in white next to him, he immediately restrained his gaze and said flatteringly: "Cousin, do you see anything you like here?"

Because before coming, the young man in white had specifically told him to call him his cousin and not to reveal his true identity.

"Don't worry, let me take a look."

The young man in white walked over and looked at the brides present one by one with a leisurely expression.

Song Ling'er was standing at the back, and when the young man in white approached, she raised her head curiously.

The two people's eyes met and then looked away.

Song Ling'er's eyes flickered, and she lowered her head in panic, with ripples in her heart.

The young man in white had a completely different reaction from hers. He was very calm, without a trace of fluctuation on his face, and no emotion could be seen in his eyes.

He walked back to Shi Biao, crossed his arms, and said jokingly, "These brides are all quite unique. You have really strong tastes."

Shi Biao smiled awkwardly: "..."

"I originally wanted to take them all, but seeing the situation... I won't take away what others have."

The young man in white patted Shi Biao on the shoulder and sighed, apparently not wanting to choose any of them.

Shi Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could put his heart at ease, he heard the man change the subject and pointed at the bride standing at the end and said, "But you are a good wife. I want her."

Shi Biao looked in the direction his finger was pointing, and saw the beautiful girl he had just seen among all the brides. She was also the only bride with a good appearance in all these years.

The corners of his mouth twitched, but he still forced a forced smile: "As long as you like it, cousin."

Shi Biao: It’s just a gift of a wife. He’s not sad at all, really.

Shi Biao quietly wiped away his tears behind his back.

Song Ling'er raised her head in shock, her eyes trembling, and she stood there in a daze.

She looked at the young man in white, and he looked at her as well. Their eyes met and remained in a stalemate for a long while without separating.

It was the young man in white who broke the deadlock first. He walked over, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "I am Song Lin, and I will be your husband from now on."

Song Ling'er was still in a daze, her head buzzing.

The figure that had flashed through his mind before became clearer at this moment, and gradually overlapped with the face of the person in front of him.

The young man in white standing in the clouds, the young and frivolous figure, the one who destroyed the devil with one sword and was full of vigor and vitality...

"what happened to you?"

Song Lin waved his hands in front of her eyes, as if he didn't understand why she reacted like this after hearing these words.

He guessed, "You don't want to marry me?"

Song Ling'er didn't answer. She rubbed her eyes, her clear eyes sparkling with tears.

So Song Lin continued to guess: "You really don't want to marry me?"

Song Ling'er opened her mouth, her voice trembling: "You..."

"It's useless if you don't agree." Song Lin interrupted her and chuckled, "Because, I'm not a good person."

"Since you have been chosen by me, you are mine and can only be my wife from now on."

He spoke the last sentence almost close to Song Ling'er's ear, his tone light and flirtatious.

She took a step back and touched her ear, which felt itchy.

Song Lin raised his lips and smiled, and suddenly said to Shi Biao: "Pack up the remaining brides for me, and I will take them away later."

Shi Biao: “…” Are you packing up the leftovers?

"You know, I've got a wife, but I'm still in need of some maids to serve me. So you shouldn't mind if I take them away, right?"

Shi Biao had to nod his head even though he disagreed with Song Lin's shameless statement.

Without strength, one dares not to raise objections.

Shi Biao had to praise him against his will: "Cousin, you are right."

Song Lin also nodded shamelessly and said, "Of course, after all, my wife is meant to be loved, and I can't bear to let her suffer and work hard."

As he spoke, he shamelessly hugged Song Ling'er and said with a smile, "Are you right, wife?"

Song Ling'er's face turned red and she chose to lower her head and pretend to be mute.

The remaining brides looked at each other in bewilderment, not understanding what this young man named "Song Lin" was doing. Wasn't it the bandit leader who was choosing a bride? How did he become a young man with red lips and white teeth? Why did this bandit leader listen to this man so much?

Song Lin didn't care what these people thought. He took Song Ling'er's hand and walked towards the gate. As he walked, he instructed Shi Biao: "I'm getting married tonight, so make it lively for me. All the necessary ceremonies must be attended to. Don't delay my wedding night, otherwise I will be angry."

The tone of his speech was not serious, but rather he was smiling, which sounded particularly nonsensical.

But Shi Biao knew that he couldn't really ignore his words, so he immediately said in a flattering tone: "Yes, yes, I will definitely do it for you. I will tell my men to prepare it right away."

After seeing the two off, Shi Biao's face immediately darkened.

He walked out without even looking at the bride behind him, and ordered the bandits outside to arrange the wedding seriously. After all, the man named "Song Ji" was very powerful and not easy to provoke, so it was better not to confront him head-on.

The bandits didn't understand why their leader gave such an order. In the past, they just sent her to the bridal chamber after a quick decision. Why did he suddenly take it so seriously?

A small bandit couldn't help but ask, "Captain, are you too fond of that pretty boy? He stole your wife, why are you still helping him to preside over the wedding?"

Did the village chief change his career and become a good person? This is so strange.

Then, another small bandit also raised his own question: "Captain, when did you get a cousin named Song? Why haven't I heard you mention him before?"

The bandits who didn't know the truth had more questions than one another. They finally found an opportunity to ask Shi Biao, so naturally they had to ask everything. Usually Shi Biao was nice to them and would not get angry because of this.

However, this time Shi Biao just shook his head and hesitated to speak.

Finally, he said earnestly: "Anyway, just listen to me and do as I say. We can't afford to offend that person."

"As for his name, it should be fake."

Because there are not many cultivators who can become immortals in the world of immortal cultivation, and basically they are just those who can be named. Newcomers who have just started practicing may not know them, but as a demon cultivator who has been in the world of immortal cultivation for so long, it is impossible for him not to know them.

Among the immortals, there is no immortal named Song Lin.