Breaker

Yan Tianhua sized up the boy in the straw hat. Liu Linfeng was ruthless in his actions; after he finished, he simply "disappeared." Yan Tianhua smiled helplessly, inwardly thinking, "Little thief, always causing trouble, always meddling. Kind-hearted, not a bad person."

They can't simply ignore it, turning their moral conscience into concrete action; the so-called "leaving it to fate" is also a subjective choice.

Yan Tianhua's story begins in a desolate wilderness. Aside from the idea of ​​destroying the mountain to exploit the land, the premise is to logically advance the plot. Liu Linfeng, on the other hand, wants to retrieve a medicinal herb that he has hidden for many years.

In short, he didn't get what he wanted, and Liu Linfeng's recent savings were all stolen. It was as if someone had set a trap for him. He followed the routine step by step, but sorry, he didn't play by the rules.

Blame it on Liu Linfeng, for he simply refuses to accept fate. If there's a colossal lie or scheme at play, he'll relentlessly pursue an answer, braving all odds. He neither trusts the fake nor cares about the real, managing to fail miserably on both sides, yet also achieving a bizarre success. Among countless people, he stands out as one in a million.

After all, failure is not terrible; what is terrible is not having the courage to try again after failure.

Despite encountering many setbacks later on, Liu Linfeng complained, but his actions never wavered, which can be described as a unique kind of "remaining true to his original aspiration".

Xing Yu may talk a big game, but if he had met Liu Linfeng right from the start, he probably would have beaten him up and then slapped him.

But now, he has been "assimilated" by Liu Linfeng's neuroticism. Xing Yu has unconsciously and subtly changed his methods.

As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black," and "One who stays near willows gets stained black." The ancients were right in their words.

...

After giving his reminder in front of Chunfeng Tower, Liu Linfeng used his light-footed skills to pick up Xiao Hongyi and quickly leave, returning to the hut behind.

Liu Linfeng sat on the fabric spread on the ground in the corner. "Xiao Yu, that person is a master, right? I'm not lying to you, we really can't afford to mess with him. However, we can teach him a lesson first and then quickly get away. After all—I never suffer a loss."

Xing Yu produced a ruler from somewhere and gently patted Liu Linfeng's shoulder.

At this crucial moment, Liu Linfeng, always mindful of others' expressions, spoke in a more serious tone, "Xiao Yu, I think we still need to have a proper talk."

"No discussion."

Xing Yu was extremely ruthless and disliked getting angry.

Liu Linfeng is utterly terrible at coaxing people. But he makes up for it in another way—with delicious food.

As if possessed by divine intervention, Liu Linfeng prepared candied hawthorns, along with several pieces of peach blossom pastry and osmanthus cake that Xing Yu often ate. Before he could even speak, his tone had already weakened considerably, "Xiao Yu, this...this...how can you use such lethal weapons on your dear brother?"

Xing Yu's face was not pleasant. He ate while saying coldly, "Did I do something wrong?"

Liu Linfeng was very experienced in coaxing children. He would first sell himself out as a sign of respect. "No! You did the right thing. It's just that the ruler and such can hurt the relationship between brothers. You know that Brother Linfeng is afraid of pain. He usually has to take two or three pastries with him when he takes medicine."

"...Are you sure you're not just being greedy?!" Xing Yu questioned.

Liu Linfeng asked with a "sincere" expression, "Don't you believe me?"

Xing Yu said nonchalantly, "Fine. I'll let you have your way."

He placed the bag between the two of them, and they ate while chatting and listening.

...

Yan Tianhua looked at her junior brother, who was explaining everything to her, and was shocked. She thought to herself, "Breaking the illusion, they don't treat my junior brother like a human being? What kind of wedding is this? I think it's a last-minute attempt to ward off bad luck before the company goes bankrupt. It probably won't be too serious."

Chi Wangyue had no idea what strange things his senior brother would imagine. They sat in Chunfeng Tower, sipping fine tea, with countless people below—a veritable consumer market. His eyes lit up. Being alone was perfect. With his senior brother by his side, as long as he kept quiet, he could rake in a fortune.

The saying "a great man can bend and stretch" is deeply practiced by Chi Wangyue. He looked at Yan Tianhua with a firm look in his eyes.

We can go take a look around first, and as for the bride, we can go see her there last.

Yan Tianhua agreed, and he tacitly approved, after which the two left Chunfeng Tower.

Meanwhile, Chunfenglou's business continued to boom until the truth could no longer be concealed.

After a while, Yan Tianhua understood Chi Wangyue's "wandering around." They first explored the entire market, and then visited various well-known shops. Chi Wangyue realized the importance of something.

Chi Wangyue, wanting to experience what it's like to be a boss in advance, deliberately raised her voice louder—Let's get started! Yan Tianhua helped to add fuel to the fire, and a completely new route was opened up. Leaning against Yan Tianhua, Chi Wangyue's eyes shone with undisguised brilliance: "I'm amazing, aren't I!"

——

Chi Wangyue gradually infiltrated the city through his influence. His subordinates were always either this person or that person. To put it more accurately, they were "making trouble out of nothing, just bored out of their minds."

Of course, in most cases, it was Chi Wangyue's own quick thinking that successfully pushed the NPCs to their limits.

Liu Linfeng looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 10 p.m., even though they had set off 15 or 16 minutes earlier than expected. But when they arrived, the place was deserted and eerily quiet.

Liu Linfeng thought, "Could it be... that I went to the wrong place?! No way! It wasn't easy for one person to walk here with two pairs of legs. I'll come back a few more times and enjoy the breeze and the comfort of life together."

As Mr. Liu lamented the meaning of life, large red wedding lanterns swayed in the courtyard, emitting a dim yellow light. Xing Yu watched something from the rooftop; they were all launching an offensive.

At this moment, the night was very quiet.

Chi Wangyue returned, and his emotional acceptance was remarkably swift. Had he not anticipated that the marriage would turn out to be such a grand spectacle?

They've been playing coy, and something in the shadows wants to observe them more closely, but does this thing even deserve to?

Chi Wangyue took out the Cang Sheng Sword. The sword was awakened, and living beings appeared. Everything was displayed in the courtyard. One after another, decaying bodies stood in the courtyard, their sinister and skeletal eyes staring at the flesh and blood like water ghosts. They were unconscious.

The body, however, swayed as if manipulated.

There are many talisman masters in the world, and also many heretical practitioners. But crooked paths are ultimately the wrong ones. They fundamentally open up another possibility, but accidents are not only hidden in possibilities.

Yan Tianhua's Uncrossing Sword, which she always carried, cut open the house, and unexpectedly, the thing itself was quite "normal".

Inside half of the house, a woman was smiling, her head covered with a flower-patterned lid.

"Young master, you've finally arrived."

At this point, Chi Wangyue calmly asked, "What kind of monster are you? Are you possessed by a ghost, or are you not even human? Or is this place a setup by you?"

My inner monologue was one of shock and disbelief: "Ugh! How terrifying. This Chinese-style horror bride is just not right. The atmosphere is off, the emotions are lacking, and this character is so low-class."

As the best victim, Chi Wangyue has the best right to speak.