Die Tage, in denen man einen Bösewicht heiratet

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After a while, he seemed to realize that this road did indeed lead to the outside of Tianlin, and said:

"The young lady is kind-hearted; she indeed led me out of the forest."

She pursed her lips and replied:

"I am not only kind-hearted, but I have always loved peace and cherished a peaceful life. I have never had anyone die on my hands, and I never block anyone's way." It's better to make this clear.

She didn't want to cause trouble, so naturally she wouldn't lead him to the cult leader. Right now, she just wanted to get rid of this person as soon as possible, treating tonight's absurd dream as nothing more than leaving no trace.

"So there's a peaceful person like you in the White Ming Cult, what a pity about your background."

"Sigh, I think so too." She shook her head and sighed. "If I had been born into an ordinary family, I wouldn't have encountered such a life-or-death situation in the middle of the night. I hope you are upright and honest, so that I don't lose my life." She emphasized the word "upright and honest".

"Of course, I will always remember your great kindness tonight, young lady." He echoed her tone, emphasizing his own words.

"No, no, it's just Xiao En, it's just a stroll along the way, nothing much, nothing at all." Please don't remember her, please.

The person behind her, whether taken aback by her humble response or surprised that there was such a weak person in the White Ming Cult, did not respond.

She maintained a leisurely stroll, neither too fast nor too slow. The night wind blew, causing her loose, long hair to flutter in the breeze. She hadn't expected this to happen tonight; she was dressed casually, her loose-fitting youthful attire neat and tidy, which she could easily take off and go to bed with once she returned to the hospital. Who would have thought... Alas, man proposes, God disposes.

"There are people ahead." Suddenly, the man from the Central Plains spoke, this time in a very low voice.

She reacted quickly, stopping immediately and saying, "Young master, turn around."

Then, she turned her back with her hands behind her back and saw a young man carrying her on his back about five steps away.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly. This young man from the Central Plains was dressed in white, with a handsome and tall figure. He looked no more than twenty years old. Could such a person really be a master?

She secretly felt lucky. At such a young age, he was already a master; such people were often geniuses, and geniuses were easily excited. If she had deceived him, even if his eyesight was poor, he could kill her in a single move!

Thank goodness! She doesn't like to cause trouble or scheme to harm him, which is why she was spared tonight.

"Who's up ahead?" the patrolling cultist shouted.

"Who else could it be?" she said unhappily, without turning around, pretending to admire the moon.

She would go to the hot springs several times a month at night and return to her garden at four in the morning. There was no one around, and she was used to coming and going without makeup. But today, when she was escorting this man from the Central Plains out of the forest, she was forced to run into other people. This bloody example made her wary, and she must never let her guard down again. From now on, unless she is at home, she must not remove her "protective makeup".

"...Is it a protector?" the follower hesitated. The voice, the figure, the appearance of the little old woman standing with her hands behind her back—it was clearly the weakest little protector in the White Bright Cult.

"I understand. You must be tired from your night patrols," she said calmly.

"Guardian, he..."

"He is my heavenly servant, don't you recognize him?"

"Yes, yes." Four years ago, the Dharma Protector took in a young Heavenly Slave, and since then, Jiao and Meng have been inseparable.

She waved her hand and said, "Go away, don't disturb this protector's moon-viewing."

"yes."

She let out a silent sigh; her body, still damp from her recent shower, was damp with a light sweat. Damn it, but she had to endure it.

She didn't want to look at that man from the Central Plains anymore, so she turned her back to him and said, "Young master, you can leave now."

She listened intently as the man from the Central Plains turned around and laughed:

"Young master, it's our first meeting tonight, and I never expected we'd work together so well." She told him to turn around, and he did; their cooperation was seamless and they had a remarkable understanding of each other.

"You treat people with sincerity, so I naturally trust you."

The flattery was spot-on, and she deserved it. In fact, she had to show her utmost sincerity to resolve the biggest crisis of her life!

Furthermore, telling him to turn his back was a way of preventing him from seeing her face. What a joke! If he recognized her face, who knows what trouble that might cause later?

The two walked for a while longer, and she finally arrived at the entrance to the woods, saying:

"It's almost dawn, and your eyesight will soon be restored, young master. I have led you out of Tianlin. Please."

"..."

"Young Master?"

"Is the young lady a protector of the White Bright Cult?"

"Although I am a protector of the Dharma, I remain untainted by the mud. If you repay kindness with enmity, it will damage the reputation of the righteous path in the Central Plains."

The young man smiled. "Please don't misunderstand, young lady. I simply wish to ask for your name. I recall that the White Bright Cult has left and right protectors, and the left protector's surname is Huangfu..."

"I am the Right Protector Che Yanyan!" she said without batting an eye, framing the other person.

"Che Yanyan..." the voice murmured repeatedly, as if trying to remember her.

She was drenched in sweat. Don't bother remembering... whatever, just remember whatever you want, it's not her you'll remember anyway.

"I remember Che Yanyan is the Right Protector, she's sixteen this year... Miss, your figure... your voice doesn't sound like her."

"You mean, my voice still sounds a bit like a child's?" she sighed. "I'm sixteen this year. The cult leader forced me to practice evil arts, which made me look and sound like a child... I didn't want to!"

"Rumor has it that Miss Che is a great beauty..."

"My lord, I am insecure. Although I look like a child, I still have my pride, so I ordered people to spread rumors that I have the beauty of Daji to satisfy my vanity..." Are you satisfied with that?

"I see, I was rude of me," he said sympathetically.

"It's not rude of me. I just hope that when you hear people mention Che Yanyan's beauty in the future, you won't expose my lie. Young master, let's go." She didn't want to wait until dawn to stare at him.

"..."

"Young master?" This Central Plains man isn't running away yet; is he planning to stay and live here forever?

"Miss Che, I will repay any kindness shown to me. Do you... have any handkerchiefs or similar items?"

She nearly collapsed to the ground. A handkerchief? Was he lying to her? She wasn't from the Central Plains, but she was educated, wasn't she? A handkerchief was a token of love; was this Central Plains man trying to repay a debt of gratitude or to pledge his love?

"It's easy for you to repay my kindness, young master. When Yan Yan has the opportunity to go to the Central Plains in the future, you can come and find me then."

"The young lady is right."

"Any other questions...?"

He quietly interrupted, "Although the martial arts world of the Central Plains prides itself on being righteous, there are always villains out there. What if someone impersonates Miss Che...? I think it's best to wait until dawn to see your beautiful face, so as not to mistake someone else for someone else when repaying a debt of gratitude..."

She squinted.

"girl?"

As dawn broke, she made a quick decision, turned around to face him, lowered her head, and did not look up at him directly.

She pulled a spotless white handkerchief from her waist.

"Young master, please use this to identify Yanyan from now on."

He took it, and then something was slipped into her hand. She looked closely and saw it was a jade pendant.

"When you are in trouble in the future, as long as you present this item to the major sects, someone will lead you to see me."

"The major sects?" she said grandly, but how could she not know that the Central Plains martial arts world had united to this extent? She pretended to carefully put it away, staring at the yellow earth on the ground and laughing:

"I hope my life will be smooth sailing, and I won't need this jade pendant."

"Girl, your handkerchief doesn't even have any embroidered patterns."

A broad smile graced her face. "To be honest, young master, Yan Yan's heart is with the righteous path while she is in the righteous camp. The Bai Ming Cult has committed all sorts of evil deeds, and its leader has long been hated by both heaven and man. Although Yan Yan is in the cult, her heart is with the righteous path of the martial world. This white handkerchief is like a pure piece of my heart. Only when I see it can I find peace in my heart." She said with emotion.

"...Young lady, you are truly thoughtful."

The voice carried a hint of suppressed emotion, was he moved by her?

"...Che Yanyan...Che Yanyan..." He seemed very interested in her name, repeating it over and over.

"Young master, it's almost dawn," she reminded him.

"Then I'll take my leave. Thank you, Miss Yanyan."

She noticed the man bowing and returned the gesture. She stared at his boots for a long time before he finally moved, passing by her and walking out of the woods.

At the same time, she noticed that the man's white shirt and boots were wet... She gritted her teeth, unable to hide her anger. To get so wet, he must have been very close to the hot spring.

How much can someone with poor eyesight see at close range?

"Young Master." She endured it all, letting the knife tear her apart, but finally couldn't help but cry out.

The footsteps stopped.

She still didn't turn around, slowly smoothing her bright red wide sleeves, and said coldly:

"Young master, you are dressed in a dashing snow-white robe, while I am accustomed to wearing black clothes. The contrast between black and white seems to symbolize our respective stances."

Without pausing for a moment, he replied:

"Yanyan likes to wear black, which is a personal preference and has nothing to do with the irreconcilable conflict between good and evil."

"Is that so... Young master, how do you know there's no embroidery on my plain handkerchief?"

"Didn't Miss Yanyan see that I ran my finger over the plain handkerchief just now? It's smooth and without any patterns."

"I see. It's hard to say goodbye now, so I won't tell you I'll meet you again."

"Young lady... take care. If you ever encounter any trouble in the future, please be sure to come to the Central Plains to find me. Farewell."

She didn't turn around, continuing to fiddle with her red belt. She was dressed entirely in red today, yet he went along with her words, saying that if this person wasn't truly blind, he was either an extremely witty and skilled fighter.

Although suspicion is said to be the best way to survive, right now, she would rather believe he was blind than have a burning desire in her heart while having to endure shame and humiliation.

She heard the person who was there to meet him call out softly, "Xian..."

Xian?

She stopped the man from speaking and, not intending to eavesdrop, stood there for a while before turning around.

Sure enough, everyone had left.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She was thankful to have survived this great ordeal. She glanced at the jade pendant in her hand, quickly threw it on the ground, and kicked it across the sand to bury it.

Leave nothing behind, whether it's to repay a debt of gratitude, seek revenge, or pledge love. After this parting, it's absolutely impossible to meet again, and even if we do, it's impossible for us to recognize each other.

She desperately wanted to laugh out loud. As a girl, she naturally liked to be clean, and it was only natural for her to carry a handkerchief. However, she was very cautious in everything she did, always choosing plain white handkerchiefs without any patterns, for fear that if she were ever forced to do something bad, she might accidentally leave behind clues that could be traced.

As expected! Her prophetic insight has come in handy today!

Starting tomorrow, she will switch to floral handkerchiefs to avoid being recognized by this expert from the Central Plains. Oh, right, she remembers that Che Yanyan's handkerchiefs are always embroidered with peonies; she'd better tamper with them and get Che Yanyan to use plain handkerchiefs instead.

To frame someone, one must be swift and decisive. Of course, if that man from the Central Plains later wishes to repay Che Yanyan's kindness or offer himself in return, that's entirely up to him; she would be more than happy to see it happen.

She just suffered a little loss; while soaking in the hot spring, she found herself in the same room as him without realizing it… She didn’t want to think about it, she absolutely couldn’t think about it.