Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Soon it was dark. It rains in late autumn, the weather is foggy, and the fine rain is slanting and interweaving. When the wind blows, it is so cold that people shiver.

Cassel was not afraid of the cold, but now that his magic power was sealed, he couldn't even keep warm. He could only shiver and went forward to close the window. He bit his upper and lower teeth that were still fighting, and felt that he might freeze to death, so he whispered: "It's so cold."

Bai Yi had gone out long ago. He booked another guest room, as if to protect his sweetheart's innocence. He was not seen the whole afternoon. So at this moment, Cassel and Nie Wuhen were the only two people left in the room.

Nie Wuhen glanced at him, and after a moment, he took out a jade-inlaid belt from his waist and threw it to Cassel.

Cassel was a beat slow to react, and by the time he reacted, the belt had already fallen to the ground.

Nie Wuhen: "..."

Cassel bent down to pick up the belt and looked at it blankly for a while: "This...is not warm enough."

Nie Wuhen pointed to his waist and said, "Tie the belt... like me."

Cassel bit his lip. He had no idea. He couldn't understand everything here, including this so-called belt. He had never seen it at all.

He lowered his head, studied it, and fumbled with it. His fingers were shaking from the cold, his face turned pale, and his lips were almost bloodless. He was so cold, and he missed Barbatos so much, and he wanted to go home so much.

The atmosphere of despair and sadness spread, causing the Wuwang sword on Nie Wuhen's waist to move.

Nie Wuhen looked at it for a long while, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Finally, he stood up and strode to Cassel. In his panicked eyes, he grabbed his belt, lowered his head, and circled it around his waist.

The belt is bigger, a lot bigger. This was originally Nie Wuhen's spare belt, but now that he gave it to Cassel, it obviously didn't fit him well. His waist was so thin, like the waist of a boneless snake, and could be pinched with just one pinch.

Nie Wuhen began to be curious again, what kind of person would have such a thin waist and be so stupid, so stupid that he couldn't even tie a belt.

Nie Wuhen fastened his belt for him, raised his eyelids, glanced at Cassel whose eyelashes were trembling, and asked: "Do you understand?"

Cassel nodded repeatedly, not even daring to shed tears: "Yeah... Yeah."

"What's your name?" Nie Wuhen loosened his hand and took two steps back. He sat on the chair, drew out the Wuwang Sword, and asked while wiping it.

Cassel thought the belt was a treasure. There was no other reason. Just after he put it on for a while, waves of warmth surged up, warming up his frozen body. His face began to regain its color, and even his teeth stopped chattering.

He whispered, "Caselle."

This time, Nie Wuhen did not say that his name was fake. If someone who has walked through the gates of death still dares to lie, he is really seeking death.

"What's up with the tentacles on your forehead and the wings on your back?"

"God, it's innate," Cassel didn't dare to lie, "I was born with it."

Nie Wuhen responded indifferently, and his attitude could not be seen.

Seeing this, Cassel plucked up his courage and said, "That's right, please don't pinch my wings, you can't touch them."

Nie Wuhen asked him why.

Cassel tried to think about what Barbatos had said: "Wings are for courtship. Only your partner can touch them, not you."

Nie Wuhen looked at him indifferently: "You think too much."

Cassel felt aggrieved: "It was obviously you--" He saw Nie Wuhen took the Wuwang Sword and then sheathed it, and he shut up instantly.

He couldn't beat him. Without any magic power, he is nothing now.

Nie Wuhen uttered two words: "Sleep."

Cassel said in a sullen tone: "Oh."

Nie Wuhen was not used to sleeping lying down. He was used to meditating, so he pulled the quilt onto the ground, leaned against it with his sword in his arms, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing this, Cassel first sat on the bed and glanced at Nie Wuhen quietly. Seeing that the latter did not move, he breathed a sigh of relief and then dived into the soft quilt.

The cotton quilt was thick and soft, like an angel's cloud bed or a soft blanket from hell. Cassel hugged the quilt and felt happy. He rolled around on the bed twice, but forgot the size of the bed and fell headfirst.

He let out a low cry, rubbed his head and tried to stand up, but the quilt wrapped him too tightly, and Cassel tried his best but couldn't get out.

The tentacles on his forehead were still waving around, hitting his eyes from time to time. Cassel was shocked and angry, but he could only grit his teeth in frustration and wanted to curse, but he happened to meet Nie Wuhen's eyes.

In those eyes, there were flashes of disdain, helplessness, and astonishment. All kinds of emotions intertwined and finally turned into speechlessness, an emotion that could be seen at a glance.

Nie Wuhen's mouth twitched.

He stood up resignedly, glanced at Cassel who was wrapped like a silkworm cocoon, and finally lifted him up with the quilt, threw him on the bed, and warned: "Behave yourself."

Cassel didn't even dare to move, and nodded quickly.

Every night has its own dream.

When Cassel woke up, he fought with the quilt and finally freed himself from it. He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to cheer when he saw Nie Wuhen stand up and glanced at him indifferently.

Cassel immediately covered his mouth.

Bai Yi knocked on the door, asked, and then walked in. He greeted Nie Wuhen with a smile, and then led the two people behind him in.

A man and a woman.

The man had gray hair, was nearly 70 years old, had a hunched body, and was wearing a gray gown. Although he was wealthy, his face was deeply wrinkled, and he had small eyes, a flat nose, and dark skin. He looked weathered.

It’s different for women. Although he is in his forties, he is in very good condition. Her skin was delicate and smooth, and her face was covered with rouge and powder. She was wearing a dark green floral dress and a gold hairpin on her head with tassels hanging down, swaying with her movements.

"This is Zhaojia Village, Village Chief Zhao," Bai Yi introduced, "and this is the proprietress of the fabric store in town."

Nie Wuhen nodded: "Village Chief Zhao."

When Village Chief Zhao saw Nie Wuhen, tears welled up in his eyes: "I have heard of Sword Master's name for a long time. Thank you Sword Master for coming all the way to save the countless people in Zhaojia Village."

Nie Wuhen interrupted him: "When will the sacrifice be held?"

Village Chief Zhao said, "It's 3:00 PM today. I wonder who the person with the most yin horoscope that Master Jianzun is looking for is." He said with some trepidation, "Master Jianzun, Zhao has no other choice."

Bai Yi smiled, fanning himself, his eyes fixed on the bewildered Cassel, and said, "Madam, why don't you dress up the bride so that she can get on the bridal sedan and my brother and I can get rid of the monster as soon as possible and bring peace to Zhaojia Village."

Cassell was more confused than anyone else. The proprietress changed him into a bright red outfit and pushed him to sit on a chair. The bronze mirror in front of him reflected his blurry image. He watched helplessly as the proprietress took something and smeared it on his face, and even put a cinnabar mole on his forehead.

The golden jade crown was on Cassel's head, and he felt it was a bit heavy. But the proprietress was still putting something on his head. Cassel subconsciously dodged: "It's so heavy..."

"Then don't wear it," the proprietress was also easy to talk to. She put the hairpin aside and took a wooden comb to comb his hair. She looked at Cassel in the bronze mirror and smiled in admiration, but then looked at his tentacles with some sorrow, "What is this?"

Cassel answered her: "Tentacle."

The lady boss didn't understand: "What?"

"Nothing," Nie Wuhen said, standing beside him, "Are you done?"

"Ah, I think the lip color has faded a little, Sword Master, can you take a look?"

Nie Wuhen nodded expressionlessly.

"It's unfortunate that the lip balm is gone," the proprietress said with some annoyance, "I'm afraid we won't be able to make it in time now."

Cassel turned his head to look at the proprietress, and just as he was about to say something, his chin was pinched. He was forced to turn his head and meet Nie Wuhen's cold gaze.

He shuddered a little: "Sword, Sword Master..."

Nie Wuhen did not respond to his words. He bit his fingertips, and as if he didn't feel any pain, he put a dot of blood on Cassel's lips, and then smeared it back and forth.

Cassel was dumbfounded.

There was silence all around for a moment.

"Alright," Nie Wuhen withdrew his hand, his expression unchanged, and at the same time released the last trace of connection between their wrists, saying, "It's three quarters after noon, and it's time to get the sedan chair."

The gongs and drums were deafening.

Cassel covered himself with a bright red veil, and then followed what Village Chief Zhao said, allowing the thumb-thick chains to bind his hands and feet. He didn't dare to resist, nor could he resist. He vaguely heard others say that this was a happy day. But shouldn’t the word “喜” correspond to joy and happiness?

That should be the joy that angels care about most. But the joy that angels talk about does not mean they will tie themselves up with chains as thick as thumbs. Demons love freedom the most, so angels naturally do not love bondage.

Cassel looked down at the chains. He only felt fear and terror. He pushed away the person who was supporting him and tore off his veil. He backed away amid the exclamations of the crowd. He didn't know what he was feeling, he just backed away stubbornly. He knew he couldn't back away, but he still backed away.

Suddenly, he saw Nie Wuhen in the crowd. The iron chains rustled and scraped against the ground, making an unpleasant sound. Cassel once again dodged the villagers who were trying to catch him and walked timidly towards Nie Wuhen.

Nie Wuhen was dressed in white, looking ethereal, but his face was cold. He stood in the crowd, looking down at Cassel who was walking towards him.

Cassel wiped his palms vigorously before carefully pulling Nie Wuhen's sleeve. The pearl hairpins on his head swayed, and even the bright red wedding dress became a mockery.

"I'm afraid..." Cassel opened his mouth, almost crying. He didn't understand why he suddenly came to this world, nor did he understand why Barbatos, who had always held him in his hands and doted on him, didn't come to take him home. He was left alone in this strange world.

He has no magical powers and knows nothing. He couldn't recognize anything around him and didn't know what to do. He knew nothing except the cold, mechanical voice at the beginning.

He tried to express his request, looking at Nie Wuhen with red eyes, and stammered again: "I'm really scared, can you help me? I want to go home, I want to go home..."

Nie Wuhen looked at him for a moment, indifferent.

Someone came over and grabbed his arm, laughing: "The bride is getting into the sedan chair, don't delay the time."

Cassel stood there, struggling hard but to no avail. He just looked at Nie Wuhen, biting his lips tightly, but ultimately he could not withstand the force.

"Retreat."

Nie Wuhen finally spoke.

The people around suddenly became quiet.

Cassel's eyes lit up, he wiped his tears hastily and said: "You promised--"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Nie Wuhen bending down and touching his ankle with his palm. Cassel only had time to see a flash of white light, and the next second, he saw Nie Wuhen standing up.

He lowered his eyes, revealing the coldness in his eyes: "Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit."

"past."

Cassel froze.

He didn't even know when the veil was covered on his head. He could only close his eyes and let those people support him as he sat upright in the middle of the sedan chair.

There was cheering outside, which was completely different from his mood.

Cassel curled himself up as much as possible, closed his eyes and forced himself to think about what happened in the devil's hell. In the end, he could only utter one sentence weakly and pitifully:

"Barbatus, when will you come to pick me up? I will never make you angry again. When will you come to pick me up..."

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