The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

Nan Zhiyi said as she slowly stood up, took out a hairpin from her head and shot it towards the red silk on the tree, successfully cutting off two strands of bright red silk.

"Could you please help me bring the things back?"

Qian Yujun immediately shot out, took the golden hairpin and two heart-shaped knots in the air with a few leaps, landed steadily on the ground, and handed the things in front of him.

"My dear, you are as amazing as ever. I'd like to trouble you to help me put it on."

Nan Zhiyi smiled and bowed, her bright eyes filled with two little hims.

Qian Yujun blushed and gently wiped the hairpin for him. They were almost the same height, and her warm breath on his face made his heart beat faster.

He hurriedly bent down and tied the love knot on her belt to hide his embarrassment.

"Thank you very much, my dear." Nan Zhiyi thanked him softly with a smile, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

"We are husband and wife, there is no need to be so distant between you and me." Qian Yujun responded with his head lowered, in a muffled voice.

"Then why don't you dare look up at me, my dear?" Qian Yujun suddenly looked up and drew out the sword from his waist and stabbed at him, but he turned around and stabbed it back towards his own body.

Nan Zhiyi drew his sword, pushed him to the ground, and stared at him with cold eyes.

"When did you find out?" Qian Yujun covered the wound on his waist and looked at him with a distorted face, puzzled. "I look so much like him!"

"You are worthy." Nan Zhiyi stepped on his chest and pierced his heart with a sword without hesitation. In an instant, he turned into smoke and disappeared into the air.

Qian Yujun in the distance ran over anxiously, panting and looking around at Nan Zhiyi nervously, "Master Nan, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, take your sword." Nan Zhiyi said coldly and threw the sword in his hand to him.

He hurriedly asked for shelter, but before he could utter another word he was stabbed through the heart by a sword.

He looked at his chest in surprise, then looked up at Nan Zhiyi in uncertainty, his eyes full of hurt and disbelief.

Then countless Qian Yujun appeared, and every time they appeared, Nan Zhiyi would pierce their hearts with a sword without any hesitation.

"I'll tell you right away, he's not a reliable person. Look how ruthless he is! Has he ever cared about your life or death?"

"Stop stirring up trouble there. Madam knows those people are not me, so she acted so cruelly."

Qian Yujun was tied to a stone bench, looking at the masked, hunched-backed old woman with a ghost face and said indignantly.

The old woman came close to his face fiercely, her eyes full of malicious calculation and morbidity.

"Old woman, I see you won't give up until you reach the Yellow River. I'll give you one chance. If he doesn't kill you, I'll let you go.

Otherwise, you will all stay and spend the rest of your lives with me in this dark place."

As she spoke, she forcibly removed Qian Yujun's jaw, poured an unknown liquid into his mouth, tore the rope on his back, and pushed him in.

"Old lady, I want to see if there is any pure love in this world."

"Am, why should you be angry with a dying person? It's not worth it." A pink dress appeared at the door of the secret room, and a gentle female voice came from outside.

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Qian Yujun staggered after being pushed. Looking at the world covered in white fog in front of him, he quickly stood up and ran towards where Nan Zhiyi was.

Nan Zhiyi didn't know how many fake Qian Yujun he had killed, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble.

He was in a trance, alert to the fog around him, lest a fake guy suddenly appear.

Qian Yujun felt heartbroken as he watched him look so frightened and helpless, and wanted to rush over to hug him.

But when he thought about what that perverted old woman had fed him, he stopped again, afraid of hurting him.

"Come on, come here. I'm not afraid of you. What's the point of standing there?"

"Master Nan, I'm sorry I'm late." Qian Yujun's lips moved, his eyes reddened, and he no longer cared about anything else as he ran towards Nan Zhiyi and hugged him.

The cold sound of a sword rang in his ears, carrying a sharp murderous intent, and stopped 0.01 centimeters away from the back of his heart. The cold chill penetrated his heart through the contact.

Nan Zhiyi stopped his sword, only to find a cold sword whistling towards his heart.

He caught it, looked up at him indifferently, his eyes moving slightly.

Bright red blood dripped down the sword and soon formed a small puddle on the ground, stinging Qian Yujun's eyes.

Cold sweat slid down the corners of his eyes, stinging him slightly, and he blinked his sore eyes.

"Get out here." Nan Zhiyi unexpectedly chopped off the sword in Qian Yujun's hand, grabbed him and held him in his arms. The bright red blood flowed down his hand into Qian Yujun's mouth.

Soon Qian Yujun felt a surge inside his body, and black gas came out in wisps.

He felt something blocking his throat, and he retched for a while, then vomited out a mouthful of blood and body fragments mixed with unknown objects.

I instantly felt a lot more relaxed and control of my body was restored.

After Nan Zhiyi unblocked his acupuncture points, he hurriedly grabbed his hand and bandaged it.

"I'm sorry, Sect Master Nan, I was careless this time and caused you to get hurt. Next time..."

"What, you want next time!" Nan Zhiyi raised his eyelids with a pale face, curled his lips and sneered contemptuously.

Qian Yujun hugged him in fear, tears welling up in his eyes. It was not until this moment that he realized that he cared about the other person more than he thought.

What's the point of parting ways amicably? What's the point of not being a good match? Screw it.

He was the one who provoked me first. From now on, whether he likes it or not, he will be mine alone and no one else can get involved.

Otherwise, he would not suggest sending them all to report to Yama Palace.

"How come you are such an adult, but you still want to hug me and cry?" Nan Zhiyi sensed his emotional ups and downs and joked.

"No way, don't talk nonsense." Qian Yujun sniffed, wiped the tears from his face, and said stubbornly.

Nan Zhiyi gently wiped his tears with a silk scarf, "How ugly! You cry like a little cat."

"My dear, remember that you can only be bullied by me in the future. It would be bad if I killed everyone else." Nan Zhiyi slightly opened her red lips and whispered in his ear in an ambiguous way.

The murderous intent in his eyes was like a sharp sword stabbing out.

The old woman was so frightened that she fell off her chair and patted her chest in panic. "This kid is so scary, it's better to get rid of him as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, Am. Everything is going well. Even if they escape, it will be useless. They won't cause any trouble."