Chapter 20: The Past

Inside the sealed room

Yao Jin's gaze pierced the darkness, settling on the painting as he continued to ponder.

The dark, secret room was completely dark, devoid of light.

But Yao Jin felt that it was in this darkness that he saw the witch's upturned lips in the painting.

In an instant, time and space intertwined.

The witch in the painting suddenly widened her eyes, her pupils becoming two thin vertical lines, and bursting with red flames.

Yao Jin's body suddenly felt hot, and two lines of small text appeared in his palm, which he hadn't noticed before: "[Memory fragments being distributed; currently, 30% of memories have been restored.]"

— [One L countdown: 60% complete.]

Scorching hot, in the confined space, Yao Jin felt the air being sucked away bit by bit. His head became dizzy from lack of oxygen, and then he closed his eyes and passed out.

Heatwave

The blood mist obscured the sky, making it impossible to distinguish between the sun and the moon.

A girl in red was lying on the ground, blood oozing from her abdomen.

Yao Jin suddenly opened her eyes, clutching her stomach, "I'm going to die, why does it hurt so much!"

The pain was so intense that Yao Jin had never experienced such suffering before; he felt as if his intestines were being torn apart.

She curled up, her fingers clawing wildly at the ground, leaving deep claw marks instantly.

A sobbing voice cried out, "Little Daoist..."

"Help me..."

Feeling wronged, Yao Jin wanted to find Xiao Daojun, but the surrounding area was filled with blood mist, so how could she tell?

She felt utterly hopeless and grew increasingly weak.

But the blood mist floating in the air, unable to dissipate, suddenly paused for a moment.

A moment later, the blood mist gradually dissipated.

The boy sitting cross-legged suddenly became clear at that moment.

The young man raised one hand in the air as if making a hand seal. Although his face was handsome, his long eyes were cold and aloof.

As the blood mist dissipated, the boy's gaze, fixed on Yao Jin, became even clearer.

He looked down from his high vantage point, with the arrogant disdain of a sword cultivator.

He was looking down at her.

Yao Jin clearly sensed this and immediately became angry.

She braced her elbows on the ground. "Little Daoist, why don't you come and help me up?"

Normally, I would scold, rebuke, be angry, or complain, but at this moment, I had no reaction whatsoever.

Meng Ji did not accept the challenge.

Yao Jin's anger surged from the bottom of his heart. "Little Daoist, why didn't you come to help me? Do you want me to die so you can get a new wife?"

She was in excruciating pain, and this person just sat there without helping her.

"Madam?" Meng Ji's ears twitched slightly, and for a moment he doubted his own ears. After a brief moment of thought, he understood, "Are all the methods of the Demon Realm like this?"

Demons have always been cunning, as mentioned in books, sects, elders, and masters.

This woman had been using all sorts of tricks even before she was injured, so it's not surprising that she still had such methods before her death.

But calling her his wife... are all people in the Demon Realm so disregard for their reputation?

Meng Ji suppressed the absurdity in his heart and stared at her.

How could Yao Jin tolerate this? "We drank the nuptial wine together, and you promised to never abandon me, are you just going to watch me die?!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Yao Jin was stunned, not understanding why her resentment was so intense.

Clearly, she was just a time traveler.

Clearly, this marriage was arranged under duress.

Clearly...

Yao Jin lowered her eyes in thought when Meng Ji suddenly spoke up, "When did we drink the nuptial wine? And when did you make that promise?"

Meng Ji's disbelief had its reasons.

This was Meng Ji's first time leaving the mountain gate, and he had no engagement or fiancée.

A thousand years after the fall of the supreme god, the demon king was born.

The Demon King, unwilling to submit to the Immortal Sect's control over the Time-Tracing Mirror capable of reversing time and space, led his demon horde in an attack.

The elders of Buzhou Mountain joined forces, but all were seriously injured. Left with no other choice, Xu Jinan had to send out his beloved disciple, who was at the Golden Core stage, to fight against the Demon King.

If even these powerful figures have fallen to such a state, what can a sword cultivator who has just entered the Golden Core realm possibly do?

The funeral banners for Buzhou Mountain were all prepared, and everyone was just waiting for the news of Meng Ji's death to spread so that they could unite with the eight major sects to fight against the Demon King.

However, they did not expect that Meng Ji had already annihilated the Demon King.

"Naturally, it was when you were getting married that you told me." Yao Jin knew nothing of this, and only kept accusing him of being heartless.

She swore an oath to the heavens, imitating Meng Ji's demeanor on their wedding day: "Now we are husband and wife, though we live separately in the grave, we will die together. If you do not believe me, may the bright sun shine upon me."

If they cannot share a room in life, he hopes to be buried with his wife after death.

If you have any doubts, just look up at the sun.

This is a sentence that Meng Ji saw when he first entered the immortal sect and read books.

But what kind of emotions could lead someone to write such a poem?

Having just escaped the mortal world, Meng Ji naturally couldn't understand.

To him, a husband and wife are nothing more than enemies who torment each other, worse than strangers.

His parents were like that.

But Meng Ji pondered the words, “In the valley we live in different rooms, in death we live in the same cave. If you do not believe me, I am as bright as the sun” again. He looked up at the sky and saw blood mist swirling around, a vast and desolate expanse.

Judging by the sun and moon, it will indeed be as he said.

But where in the demon realm is there still sunshine?

Meng Ji lowered his eyes, and the next second, he flipped his hand, and a sword appeared out of thin air. "Since we are husband and wife, you should know the name of this sword of mine."

In Buzhou Mountain, most ordinary sword cultivators only use steel swords uniformly distributed by the Weapon Refining Hall. Only cultivators above the Golden Core Realm are qualified to go to the Sword Tomb to choose their natal sword.

Meng Ji had just entered the Golden Core Realm a few days ago, and when he was about to choose a sword, he was delayed by the war between immortals and demons.

This sword was taken from Elder Mu's private chamber by Elder Mu because he was tasked with killing the Demon King, and Elder Mu entrusted him with this mission in a time of crisis.

This is said to be the sword of an ancient god—and it has no name yet.

Meng Jijing looked at the woman, wanting to see what she would say. To prevent her from saying anything that was unclear, he subtly moved his hand and presented the sword to Yao Jin.

Frosty petals swirled in the low sky, their sword intent menacing.

He gently stroked the sword with his golden finger, murmuring, "Frost Blossom..."

She looked at the sword, and as if struck by a thought, she suddenly gripped the hilt tightly. "Frostflower!"

The sword, capable of slaughtering countless demons, instantly gained a name. With a resounding cry, it let out a sword howl that echoed through the heavens, and a powerful spiritual light flashed in an instant.

"My Shuanghua!" Yao Jin suddenly sat up in shock, but his eyes were completely black.

It took me a while to realize that this was a secret room.

It is Buzhou Mountain.

She took several deep breaths before looking at her hands.

The small print gleamed in the secret room, and even as the marks faded, it was still easy to discern the words "the reward distribution is over."

It looks like a reward, but it's also a form of cheating.

Yao Jin was so angry she almost laughed; she stared at the words with a gloomy expression.

After a moment, he suddenly said, "If you don't open the door, I won't listen to you and go to inquire about the Frostflower Sword."

The comments section immediately erupted: 【You dare?】

Yao Jin bluntly stated his long-held deduction: "Why wouldn't I dare? Did Meng Ji say he wanted to kill me? Would I die? No."

"You've been manipulating me from the beginning, forcing me to do what you want."

"What 'sticking together, kissing,' 'strategy,' I think you're just lustful!"

"You're trying to mislead me, to make me think Meng Ji wants to kill me, to make me think I'm you? I am the demon!"

"You lust after his looks, hiding inside me wanting to possess me, and even more so, to replace me, don't you!?"

Small print: ...

Okay, she can rest assured now.

She was initially worried that the time wouldn't come, and she would be exposed, thus ruining her plan and preventing 'it' from being resurrected.

But as I listened, I didn't know whether to relax or get angry—was she really that stupid when she was young?

The little character felt a headache coming on. [Fine, I give up.]

Extend your hand.

...

next day

Birds chirping

Yao Jin was still asleep when suddenly a force shook her awake. "Madam, Madam?"

"Oh my god, who's calling me to get up?" Yao Jin was annoyed by the noise and snapped at them with her eyes closed.

The newcomer, Xiaoyun, was startled. Thinking of what others said about the lady, she hesitated to step forward.

After thinking for a while, Xiaoyun felt the urgency of the situation, so she stepped forward and shook the madam, whispering, "Madam, the Immortal Sect Competition is about to begin."

"If we don't get up now, we'll miss it."

Time flies, and a month has passed quickly.

Today is the first day of the Immortal Sect Competition, and the leaders of the eight major sects will all be here today. In this situation, we really cannot afford to delay.

Yao Jin instantly regained consciousness, and then threw a tantrum, "Why didn't you wake me up earlier for the Immortal Sect Competition?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a strange girl.

The girl was pretty, but looked very young. She had her hair styled in two buns and looked at her timidly.

Yao Jin thought for a moment, "You're from the mortal realm? Here to serve me?"

Meng Ji had said he would find her a personal maid from the mortal realm, and this must be it.

Xiaoyun half-squatted and bowed, replying crisply, "Yes, Madam. My name is Xiaoyun. I was sent by the Immortal Lord to serve you."

To leap from the mortal realm to the immortal realm is an immense honor for a mortal.

Xiaoyun was afraid of being sent back, so she quickly tried to prove herself, "I entered the Prince's Mansion when I was three years old. My parents, grandparents, great-grandparents and great-grandparents are all servants of the Prince's Mansion. I will definitely serve you well, Madam."

It is customary for noble families in the mortal world to have servants, but it is rather tragic for four generations to be slaves.

Yao Jin glanced at Xiao Yun, who was still growing, suppressed her morning grumpiness, got out of bed, fetched her shoes, and said, "Change your clothes."

After changing their clothes, Yao Jin and Xiao Yun went to Fuyou Cliff.

Fuyou Cliff was originally a place where immortal cultivators practiced their skills, but it was cleared out early for today's immortal competition.

The arena where they usually practiced their skills was still there, serving as the venue for the Daoist couples to compete today.

At this moment, the immortal gates opened wide, disciples chanted Sanskrit, phoenixes and luan birds soared in the clouds, and colorful rays of light flowed across the sky.

Several children, some riding on clouds and others on swords, cleared the way.

The eight great families entered in turn, drawn by magnificent horses.

To mark the grand occasion of the Immortal Clan Grand Competition, Mount Buzhou will open its spiritual veins.

The rich spiritual energy resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and even the mortals bathed in it at the foot of the mountain felt exceptionally comfortable and pleasant today.

When Yao Jin arrived at this place, she felt as if tiny needles were pricking her all over. She looked down and asked Xiao Yun beside her, "Something feels strange here."

"Feels pretty comfortable, doesn't it?" The boy next to him chuckled as he heard this, but his words trailed off when he turned to see Yao Jin. After a pause, the boy flashed a row of perfectly white teeth. "Yao Jin, you're here too!"

"Yes, you participated in today's competition, of course you'll come." Chu Fengliu felt he had asked a pointless question and slapped his head with his folding fan in annoyance.

Then, he handed something to Yao Jin from his bosom before explaining, "Since the fall of the gods, the spiritual energy in this realm has been thin. Today, to mark this grand occasion of the immortal sects, the spiritual veins have been specially opened, which is why the spiritual energy is exceptionally rich today."

"However, only those who follow the righteous path will find spiritual energy comfortable," Chu Fengliu secretly reminded him.

In Chu Fengliu's hand was a jade bead, round and smooth, entirely emerald green, with a hole at the top and tied with a red cord. The color combination alone made it exquisitely beautiful.

Yao Jin fell in love with it at first sight. She took it and felt a sense of lightness throughout her body. "What beautiful beads!"

Then, with suspicion, he asked, "Did you make this?"

Chu Fengliu didn't have that ability. He had specially obtained the Spirit-Avoiding Pearl, but he later improved it by adding some medicinal herbs, and brought it out today.

But facing Yao Jin, he naturally wouldn't undermine him. "Of course, what can't I do?"

"A small spirit-repelling pearl can be easily refined."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold snort came from the surroundings, "This bead is Elder Mu's beloved possession, I don't know how it ended up in your hands."

Chu Fengliu was exposed on the spot, especially in front of his beloved, and immediately grumbled in displeasure, "Where did this junior come from, daring to be so presumptuous in front of Grandpa?"

Chi Yishen glanced at Yao Jin, but snorted coldly at Chu Fengliu, "You should learn how to punctuate sentences."

"you……"

The two were making too much noise, and Yao Jin got a headache from listening to them, so he took the bead and moved to the side to avoid them.

She hung the beads around her neck. "Xiaoyun, bring out the mirror so I can take a look."

Madam loves beauty, as Xiaoyun had seen in the long list of notes given to her by the Immortal Lord. As a servant girl for generations, Xiaoyun was very professional and immediately took out a small gilded mirror she had prepared in advance from her backpack. "Madam is so beautiful, naturally anything she wears will look good on her."

"In my opinion, even a princess in the mortal world cannot compare to Madam's appearance."

Xiaoyun, having served as a servant in a family of high-ranking officials for generations, had seen quite a bit of the world. However, due to her lowly status, she only caught a glimpse of the princess from afar at the banquet.

Although the princess possessed a grand demeanor, it was built upon power, status, and countless servants.

The fact that the lady, all alone in the immortal sect, could still possess such a radiant and beautiful appearance shows that this is her true nature.

Moreover, Xiaoyun, though young, was quite precocious and did not miss the fleeting pity in the lady's eyes when she revealed her family background.

Xiaoyun liked the lady very much, so her words weren't entirely against her will.

Yao Jin was delighted by the praise and didn't try to be modest. He simply looked at himself in the mirror and nodded in agreement, "Yes, it's really good."

Originally, I only liked the beads a 70%, but after others praised them, I liked them a 100%.

However, as he continued to look at the beads, Yao Jin belatedly realized that the pain in his body had disappeared. So he picked up the beads and pondered, "A spirit-avoiding bead, a spirit-avoiding bead?"

This bead is indeed very good; you can tell its function just from its name.

It seems that the witch left a significant influence on her. But what did Chu Fengliu mean by that? Did he realize it?

Yao Jin looked at Chu Fengliu, but the other party was arguing with a flushed face, and it was impossible to tell what was going on.

Even so, Yao Jin's face remained somber. She brought the mirror close to her neck and examined it closely, lost in thought.

But as soon as the mirror got closer, Yao Jin suddenly squinted—it looked like two small horns had grown from the top of her head…

In an instant, Yao Jin's heart pounded like a drum, and she felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She silently put the mirror back into her arms.

Upon seeing this, Xiaoyun couldn't help but exclaim, "Madam, why did you put it away after taking such good pictures?"

Yao Jin felt a surge of resentment upon hearing this. How could the servants trained by these aristocratic families be so observant? She pouted impatiently and told a little lie, "She just looks like this anyway, I get tired of looking at her all the time."

"This works?" Xiaoyun was extremely surprised, and rarely spoke her mind so childishly. "If I were this beautiful, I would never get tired of looking at myself."

Luckily, Xiaoyun was short and couldn't see the top of her head, otherwise Yaojin really wouldn't know how to explain it.

Yao Jin couldn't help but chuckle, her vanity greatly satisfied at that moment. "Yes, being a beautiful woman has its troubles too."

The two chatted jokingly, without any reservations, and for a moment they were as close as sisters.

Leng Dandan stomped her feet angrily behind Yao Jin.

That's how it is. This bitch attracts everyone's attention little by little, even her senior brother's gaze is no longer on her!

Thinking of this, a hint of resentment flashed in Leng Dandan's eyes, and she walked away with a gloomy expression.

Once they reached a secluded corner, Leng Dandan ripped off the jade pendant from her waist and activated the life-and-death contract with magic. "Xiao Juan, come out quickly."

The Contract of Life and Death is an extremely unequal contract.

The one bound by the life contract becomes the master. As long as the master summons, the other party must appear even if only a wisp of soul remains.

Furthermore, if the main party dies, the bound person will also die.

The party bound by a death pact bears full responsibility for their own life and death, making their bond even more subservient than that of a spirit beast pact.

Before long, Xiao Juan appeared, but she was only a wisp of soul, and the soul was very pale, a light blue-gray, and looked like it was about to collapse.

Affected by the powerful spiritual energy around her, Xiao Juan's soul, which had just appeared, faded in color again. "Miss, save me..."

Leng Dandan had a headache from the noise and frowned, saying, "How did it get like this?"

Xiao Juan was about to speak when Leng Dandan interrupted her, "Alright, I'll figure something out for your soul. First, tell me how the task I assigned you is going."

The soul cannot shed tears, and even though Xiao Juan felt heartbroken, she could not react. "Yes, Miss, I have already put the medicine in the candied fruit as you instructed. These days, Madam... she eats those candied fruits every day."

Leng Dandan was very satisfied after hearing this. "Hmm, you did a good job. I will continue to bestow pills upon your family in the future."

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you can go now." Having achieved her goal, Leng Dandan didn't want to say more. However, after speaking, she felt that her words were somewhat heartless, so she impatiently comforted him, "Find a place to hide. After this is over, I will ask my father for the Heart-Protecting Lotus to nourish your soul."

She wanted to see if this bitch would try to run away again this time.

She was just waiting, waiting for Yao Jin to turn into a demon in front of everyone, to be shouted at and killed by all!

Xiao Juan listened with hopeful eyes.

The Heart-Protecting Lotus is a unique treasure of Mount Buzhou, capable of calming the heart meridians and repairing the soul.

However, the Heart-Protecting Lotus is generally only provided to cultivators at the Golden Core Realm or above, and low-ranking servants like Xiao Juan are not qualified to use it.

But most importantly, with the Heart-Protecting Lotus, she could let her younger brother cultivate.

Anyone who consumes the Heart-Protecting Lotus will develop spiritual roots and be able to cultivate.

This way, family members can stay with you for a longer period of time.

As for her, she could still repair her soul and eventually be resurrected while staying inside the Lotus Lantern.

That's all. The only one I'm sorry to is Madam Yaojin...

"Every man for himself," goes the saying, and it must be said that both master and servant harbored their own ulterior motives. While both sides waited, the Immortal Clan Grand Competition began.

Amidst the uproar, Yao Jin was watching this grand spectacle.

Amidst the rosy glow of the sunset, a young couple arrived on clouds, adorned in colorful robes and strikingly beautiful.

“They are cultivators from the Phoenix Clan,” a cultivator whispered.

Since the beginning of time, the phoenix has existed. It is a loyal bird; if one of its mates dies, the other will never live on alone.

"It seems the Phoenix Clan is determined to obtain the 'Love is Stronger Than Gold'." Unbeknownst to them, Chi Yi had appeared behind Yao Jin and casually uttered these words.

Upon hearing this, a cultivator immediately chimed in, "That's right, if the first trial is this difficult, it seems the Daoist partners who appear later will be quite extraordinary."

It's not just complicated; everyone knows that the final couple, Xuan Shuang and her husband, haven't even appeared yet.

A murmur of discussion immediately arose, but Yao Jin just pursed his lips in boredom.

If she originally wanted to obtain the stone and uncover her hidden secrets, after learning the witch's true nature in the secret chamber, Yao Jin no longer had that desire.

But this thought was like a switch, triggering the small characters, which immediately began to accumulate electricity, crackling and exploding with current.

High-frequency electric currents pounded relentlessly against every joint in the body, precisely traversing every limb and bone, embedding themselves deeply into every inch of flesh, ruthless and malevolent.

The blood-red words slowly surfaced in his palm, like monsters crawling out of the shadows, surging and finally hastily coalescing into a line of wild cursive script: [No one else is allowed to get this stone!]

You must get it!

Yao Jin immediately bit her lip in pain, trembling uncontrollably, her nostrils filled with the smell of blood.

But Yao Jin had already anticipated this scene; he just gritted his teeth and didn't crawl and writhe as Xiao Zi had predicted.

Actually, once you understand everything, it's all just like that.

Isn't that right?

Yao Jin suppressed the metallic taste of blood in his throat, staring at the grotesque words, a cold sneer in his mind: "This is all you can do."

【So what if I refuse?】

Xiao Zi was furious and, disregarding how hard he had worked to build up his strength over the past few days, unleashed it all at once.

In an instant, the electric current passed through the heart and spread to the internal organs, which not only emitted strange crackling sounds, but also left deep marks in the internal organs.

Yao Jin instantly convulsed in pain; her fingertips trembled, and her lips were bitten until they were a bloody mess, but she still did not give in, repeating only one word at a time, "I won't, and what can you do about it?"

Fresh blood dripped from Yao Jin's lips, drop by drop, falling into her palm with a soft pattering sound.

Her blood was redder and more vibrant than Xiao Zi's, and more flamboyant.

The two streams of blood slowly mingled, silently battling each other.

After a moment, Xiao Zi couldn't take it anymore: [I'm really fed up with you, you stubborn bastard.]

It withdrew its hard-earned energy and tentatively asked: "What do you want?"

Yao Jin: [Get out of my body.]

The girl's nonchalant demeanor stood out starkly amidst the cheers around her.

In that instant, Xiao Zi actually saw the figure of that person in the girl.

But this concerns whether she can be resurrected, and even though she is afraid, Xiao Zi cannot agree to it.

The smaller print began to tentatively negotiate: "Or I could just disappear for ten days?"

[Half a month?]

[A maximum of one month, no more than that...]

However, Yao Jin did not consult with it, but merely informed it, and coldly watched her as if she were an ant.

Xiao Zi paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "Since you won't agree, then let's each use our own methods."

One second, two seconds.

Time slowly passed.

Yao Jin was the first to notice the change. She looked in horror at her freshly trimmed nails, which had sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, before she left the house.

It was more like coercion or pressure.

These nails are incredibly long.

"You want to suppress me? No way." The girl's charming voice rang out again, so close to my ear that I could almost picture her unruly demeanor.

"If you don't admit defeat, you'll be taken to the Demon-Slaying Platform. I'd like to see if your beloved Little Daoist will still protect a demon."

Upon hearing this, Yao Jin panicked, but just as she was wondering what to do, a gentle voice came at the same time.

"Madam, what are you doing here?"

A note from the author:

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Big Fat Zhang is here! [cheering emojis]

In the valley we live in separate rooms, but in death we share the same grave. If you do not believe me, let the bright sun shine upon me. This line comes from the Book of Songs, "The Great Chariot" in the "Airs of Wang".

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Xie Qingyan was born with a beautiful face, but she was a well-known sickly beauty in the capital. Her mother was a concubine, not even worthy of being called a maid. People said that her future marriage would be difficult and that she would likely live a life of hardship.

Xie Qingyan herself thought it was good.

Until that day—Xie Lianlong accidentally kissed her, and from then on his behavior became increasingly aggressive and his words to her became increasingly offensive. Only then did Xie Qingyan decide to find a marriage for herself.

Three days after the marriage was arranged, Xie Qingyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She summoned Xie Lianlong, saying, "I have no brother. On my wedding day, I hope my younger brother will come and carry me to the bridal sedan chair."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Lianlong's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth: "Xie Qingyan, do you really have no heart..."

...

On their wedding day, Xie Lianlong finally carried her onto the bridal sedan chair, and then he went to the battlefield without looking back. Years later, the young man returned to the capital after his military service, and amidst the cheers of thousands lining the streets, the figure he had longed for in countless nights was nowhere to be seen.

He clenched his fist and crushed the love lock he had always treasured in his hand.

A sharp shard of porcelain pierced her palm, blood flowing freely, but Xie Lianlong laughed loudly, "Xie Qingyan, I'm here."

It turns out that the love lock I gave him years ago was just a joke to fool him.

If you leave for too long, some people may forget whose label they were once associated with.

*

Small Theater

Everyone says that although the frontier is tough, it also tempers the mind; otherwise, how could Xie Lianlong have been honed into such a composed demeanor? But only Xie Qingyan knows that it's just an illusion. The years on the battlefield have only sharpened this blade, making it more ruthless and unruly.

Otherwise, why would he appear outside her bedroom in the dead of night, push open her window with a scabbard, and say to her:

"Are you satisfied with the husband I chose for you?"

"Sister, you have no idea how much pain I felt when I saw you off on your wedding day."

"Sister, since you pity him, why not pity me too?"

Xie Lianlong gazed at the girl he had longed for, leaped out of the window, climbed onto her bed, and coiled around her like a venomous snake, taking her virginity. Satisfied, his voice excited and satiated, he said, "Sister, he's dead, you're mine now."

According to the Xie family rules, a woman must marry at the age of sixteen, and she cannot remarry after her second husband dies.

The younger brother was willing to resort to such means to get her!

Consumption Guide:

Pseudo-incest!! They are not blood relatives, no blood relation, the truth will be revealed in the main text!!

To seize by force or coercion.

She fled, he chased; she couldn't escape even if she had wings.