Chapter 4: Bloody Immortal Hero

Sure enough, it was something that the male protagonist would do. It was obvious that he was just trying to tease her.

This bastard male protagonist is really perverted. He wants others to feel the same pain he has experienced.

Fortunately, Nan Yan's acting skills were good. She was stunned for a moment, then she came to her senses. Her black and white eyes looked at him quietly, "Are you angry, sir?"

"Are you angry that I don't remember you, so you treat me like this?"

Chu Liyue smiled and said sarcastically, "Don't flatter yourself."

Who did she think she was? Would he care about her? In this world, apart from He Nanwan, there was no one he really cared about.

This woman is quite shameless.

After being ridiculed, Nan Yan did not get angry. Instead, she smiled brightly at the other party and said, "If I find it, it will be mine, right?"

Chu Liyue sneered and nodded, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, "Of course."

Nan Yan tilted her head, pursed her lips and smiled at him, with a happy smile on her cheek, "Then Lord Demon, you are not allowed to go back on your word."

Chu Liyue thought, even if he doesn't keep his word, so what? Who can do anything to him?

After she finished speaking, she really trotted towards the outside of the hall. Chu Liyue raised his eyelids and looked at her back. Since this woman was willing to be stupid, he would just watch. How stupid could she be?

In fact, Nan Yan had already contacted the system in her mind. The wood sculpture was indeed thrown into the garden outside the palace by the bastard. She could find it immediately through the system positioning, but that would be of no use.

What she wanted was that when this bastard saw the wood carving in the future, he would feel extremely regretful for making him such a bastard now.

"Where is it?"

"It should be around here..."

The huge flower garden was full of one-foot-high weeds with sharp teeth that could easily scratch people's skin, and there were mosquito bites from time to time.

Nan Yan groped and dodged carefully, but there were still many scratches on the back of her hands.

"hiss……"

Chu Liyue just watched the slender figure wandering back and forth in the garden. As she moved, her dark hair fell from her shoulders. Under the sunlight, he could even see the sweat on her forehead and the red marks on the back of her hands.

He just looked at it with an expressionless face, and after a long while he finally said, "...so stupid."

Are there really people like this in the world?

He didn't believe that the woman didn't see through his teasing and trampling, but knowing that it was a teasing, she still went to search in the bushes. What else could that be but stupidity?

If it was the real He Nanwan, she would not only not look for him, but would be angry with him, and maybe she would never talk to him again in her life. She was a very stubborn person and could not stand any grievance, but what attracted him was her uniqueness.

He originally thought that the two looked alike, and it seemed that it was only in their appearance. In their essence, they were already very different in terms of their social status.

Chu Liyue turned his gaze away from the figure in the garden. It was boring and vulgar, ordinary and mediocre.

How could such a woman be compared with his He Nanwan? Even if they looked exactly the same, she was just a substitute.

Nan Yan searched the garden for two hours. She searched the entire large garden and finally found the wood carving in a muddy corner. She hurried over, dug up the soil, and a bright smile instantly appeared on her face.

"My Lord, please look..."

She raised the wood carving in her hand and waved at him, her eyebrows curved, and when she smiled, she was like a crescent moon, with an expression of unstoppable joy on her face.

Looking at that smile, Chu Liyue suddenly remembered the scene when he found the wood carving at the foot of the mountain. He was also so cautious...

Chu Liyue was also a little surprised that she actually found it, but what should he do?

Even if he got something that didn't belong to her, he didn't want to give it to her.

Nan Yan held the palm-sized wooden sculpture of a human figure. There was some dirt on the sculpture's face. She carefully wiped the dirt off and then walked in front of Chu Liyue.

"Look, I found it."

"I said I could find it."

The woman's voice was clear and gentle in the sunlight, her cheeks were flushed, and there were beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. She looked extremely ferocious.

But that smile was very impressive.

She passed the wood carving over, and Chu Liyue's gaze slowly shifted from the wood carving to her.

The originally bright red dress was now very dirty, with the hem covered in dirt and grass juice. Looking at her face again, there were several red scratches on both sides of her cheeks, and even her hair was loose and drooping like a clown.

Chu Liyue narrowed his eyes and took the wood carving from her hand, "Well, I really didn't expect you to find it. In that case, I'll give this wood carving to you."

Nan Yan's eyes immediately showed a more obvious smile, "Really?"

Chu Liyue chuckled, "Of course."

He said these words, but when he passed it over, his fingertips suddenly exerted force, and with a "crack" sound, the wooden sculpture broke in an instant.

"Hey...what happened?"

She showed an anxious look on her face, obviously a little surprised, "How come it suddenly broke? I have been looking for it for a long time."

Nan Yan didn't react. She subconsciously stepped forward and held his hand. Her attention was on the wood carving, and she seemed not to notice that she was holding his palm.

Chu Liyue saw the cut on the back of the hand and felt the other person's soft and warm fingers. He pulled his hand away suddenly and threw the wooden sculpture to the ground with disgust. "It's broken, so what? Do you want to blame me? You are really brave, right?"

These words gradually calmed Nan Yan down.

"No... I didn't, I just think it's a pity." Nan Yan opened her mouth to explain. She picked up the wooden sculpture on the ground and glanced at the other party, seeming a little aggrieved and sad. "Don't be angry, I don't mean to blame you..."

"I just feel a little sad. How could such a beautiful wood carving suddenly break down?"

"After all, it was carved with great effort and was a token of my love. It's such a pity that it's now in such bad shape..."

Nan Yan gently stroked the broken edge with her fingers, the wounds and mud on her fingertips had not yet been cleaned.

Chu Liyue felt an indescribable weirdness. If the original owner didn't feel sorry for her, why should she feel sorry for him? She was just a piece of rotten wood. Was she worth feeling so sorry for?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Nan Yan held up the two broken pieces of wood, raised her head and looked at him carefully, "Then can you still give me this wood carving?"

Chu Liyue was too lazy to look at her and just said, "It's up to you."

It's just a piece of rotten wood, a fake that is not worthy of being presented to the public. It can only be picked up as something that others don't want.

Nan Yan smiled again when she heard this, "Thank you, sir."

A gentle smile flashed through her round, clear eyes. She held the wooden sculpture to her chest like a treasure. Her blush stained her earlobes. She was still muttering in a low voice, "Is this a token of our love?"

Chu Liyue didn't hear what she said clearly, but he felt disgusted by her actions, "What are you talking about?"

"Ah, nothing."

"I mean, it's getting late, husband... Lord Demon, you should go to bed early. I'll come and accompany you tomorrow, okay?"

…

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. Nan Yan brought the two pieces of the wood carving of the human figure back to her bedroom, and asked her maid to find some highly sticky fish glue from outside, and tried to glue the two broken pieces of the wood carving together again.

This operation was naturally done for show. She knew that the maids serving in her bedroom were there to look after her, or to put it bluntly, to monitor her. No matter what she did, the maids would report it to Chu Liyue one by one.

Nan Yan spent half an evening and finally glued the broken wood sculpture back together.

A satisfied smile appeared on her face. "Finally it succeeded."

However, even if she repaired the damaged wood carving perfectly and meticulously, the crack in the middle would not disappear.

Even so, Nan Yan was still very happy, muttering, "Although it's a little damaged, it doesn't matter..."

Nan Yan placed the wood carving next to her pillow, stroking the damaged marks with her fingertips, and then fell asleep with a smile on her face.

…

After hearing the news from the maid, Chu Liyue narrowed his eyes slightly, and a look of confusion appeared on his cold face.

He Nanyan, what on earth is she playing?

Did she think that she could replace He Nanwan's position and impress him?

That's ridiculous.

…

Nan Yan had been making her presence felt for a few days and finally became familiar to Chu Liyue. However, if she wanted to really get close to him, she had to wait for an opportunity.

Nan Yan waited for this opportunity for seven days.

Seven days later, news came from the bedroom that Chu Liyue was seriously injured and vomiting blood.

After hearing the news, Nan Yan naturally rushed to his side quickly.

She stood outside the bedroom door and asked anxiously, "Master Demon, what happened to you? How did you suddenly get so seriously injured?"

The description of this plot in the original text is very detailed. Chu Liyue did not abandon Taoism and turn to magic, but practiced both Taoism and magic.

Chu Liyue's mother was a witch from Youdu, and he inherited the magic core from the witch since birth. The magic core was originally sealed, but after he became an adult, the seal was lifted, and the endless magic energy began to surge in his body.

However, the sect's skills that he originally practiced happened to conflict with this demonic energy. At this time, Chu Liyue was not able to integrate and balance these two auras well.

Whenever the moon is full, the collision of the two energies cannot be controlled, causing splitting headaches and unbearable body pains, and one can only rely on oneself to get through it.

At this moment, Chu Liyue had an unbearable headache, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was in a state of rage and anger, "Get out, who asked you to come here..."

Chu Liyue grabbed the vase on the table and smashed it over the man's head, his eyes showing murderous intent as if he wanted to kill him, "Get away from me!"

The injured Demon Lord was crazier than usual. Jade and porcelain bottles fell to the ground, making a mess.

He didn't allow anyone to get close to him, and the demon guards and maids who approached without permission were kicked out with serious injuries.

Nan Yan hid behind the door and did not rush in.

She called out carefully, "Master Demon..."

Chu Liyue spat out a mouthful of blood, and leaned staggeringly against the edge of the bed. His wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a white, almost transparent wrist.

Demonic energy was surging in his body at the moment, and there was an old wound on his chest that had not healed. It was a sword that He Nanwan had accidentally stabbed him with not long ago, which made his obsession with her even deeper.

He became more and more irritable in his heart, frowning as he looked at He Nanyan in front of him. That appearance did confuse him for a moment, but after all, she was not He Nanwan. She would not look at him with such heartache, nor would she show such an anxious expression...

What does this woman want to do?

What did she want from him?

Chu Liyue had a splitting headache and had no time to concentrate. Even his consciousness became less and less clear.

Nan Yan took this opportunity to quietly take a step forward, "Master Demon, can you let me help you lie down?"

The other party did not respond, but did not reject it either.

Nan Yan tried to take another step forward, "I won't hurt you, I just want you to not be in so much pain, A Yue..."

Chu Liyue heard the voice of "Ayue".

He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist. Nan Yan then stepped forward and supported his shaky body. His tall body almost bent her half way.

"It's you, isn't it?"

He smelled a light and gentle fragrance from her.

This person obviously mistook her for He Nanwan. Nan Yan was slightly stunned, and then a gentle look appeared in her eyes, "It's me, it's me, my husband, what's wrong with you?"

Of course she knew that the more unconscious Chu Li was at this moment, the easier it would be for her to get closer to him.

Otherwise, given the character of this male protagonist, he wouldn't be able to let her get close to him for eight hundred years.

Chu Liyue was really not conscious at the moment. He grabbed her fingers and pressed them on his head, "Headache..."

Nan Yan looked at the other person's relaxed expression, so she carefully moved closer, trying to slow down her voice and imitate the tone of the heroine, "Then let me rub it for you, okay? It won't hurt if you rub it. This is how my mother took care of me when I had a headache when I was a child..."

"Husband, don't think about other things..."

"Have a good sleep. When you wake up, your headache will no longer hurt."

She coaxed people softly while she spoke.

Perhaps her rubbing for a while really had some effect, Chu Liyue's emotions actually calmed down.

Nan Yan then withdrew her hand, took out her handkerchief and very gently wiped away the layer of sweat on his forehead.

She saw that the other person's palm seemed to be cut by broken porcelain pieces, and blood was dripping down the fingers. She carefully pried open the other person's palm and saw the palm full of scars.

Nan Yan's eyes showed a look of heartache again, "Your hand is injured, and the wound has not been treated yet. I'll go get some medicine to help you clean it..."

But before she could finish her words, someone grabbed her wrist forcefully.

Chu Liyue suddenly opened his eyes and saw that face, a face that looked exactly like He Nanwan. He warned her fiercely, "You are not allowed to go anywhere. You can only be mine..."

Nan Yan was stunned, and deliberately showed a frightened look on her face, but then a sincere smile appeared in her eyes, "Don't be afraid, my husband, I won't leave, I will stay here with you."

She gently held his hand and said, "Always with you..."

Chu Liyue squeezed even tighter after hearing this, and covered his chest with one hand, blood seeping out from between his fingers, "You like Ye Qingsang, why do you treat me like this?"

He was talking about the sword that He Nanwan stabbed him with.

Nan Yan paused for a moment, then reacted, shook her head lightly, and gently stroked his ear, "I don't like Ye Qingsang, I only like my husband..."

Her voice was gentle and sincere, and seemed to have some kind of soothing power.

He talked a lot in a rambling manner.

After Nan Yan finished speaking, she sang for him the song that her mother used to sing to coax her to sleep when she was a child. The melody was soft and soothing, and very beautiful to her ear.

Chu Liyue did have a severe headache at first, but after listening to her soothing words and the gentle music, he actually forgot about the headache.

I still remember that when I was drowsy, someone kept calling my name in my ear, sometimes it was my husband, sometimes it was Ah Yue...

I don't know why, but it feels familiar and noisy.