I am a villain and have been captured. Why are the fairies asking me to come out?

I am a villain and was captured. Why do the fairies ask me to come out? Author: Who is that?

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Tags: romance, fairy tale, chasing after husband

Introduction: Ever since traveling through time and space to become a villain boss, Yan Mobai has been working diligently as a boss, teaching his subordinates how to behave themselves, while removing various flags for fear of offending the Feng Aotian.

A poor genius girl lacks elixirs for cultivation and can only seek help from demon cultivators? Don't panic, Yan Mobai secretly has people deliver elixirs to her door every day.

The future female swordsman was abandoned by her parents and sold to the Demon Sect as a killer? It's okay, Yan Mobai disguised himself as her brother and raised her all the way.

Fairy Qing Leng was tortured by the poison and felt like dying. From then on, she hated the magic way to the bone? No hurry, Yan Mobai's clone turned into a strange man and lived in her house to detoxify her every day.

Just when Yan Mobai wanted the entire Demon Sect to behave itself and stop doing evil, this group of upright fairies destroyed his cultivation and forcibly abducted him back to the mountain.

"——Take a good look at how your great demon sect was destroyed by my immortal sect!"

Without Yan Mobai's restraint, the Demon Cult became rampant again. The eldest disciple turned evil and turned into a witch of the Demon Cult, holding great power and bringing disaster to the people.

Send Dan to ATM? Nope.

The gentle and reliable Onii-chan? Disappeared.

The hermit who took the trouble to help detoxify? Gone.

Only then did the fairies realize how much Yan Mobai had given for them. Looking at the white-haired boy in the prison who had been beaten into a mortal and was covered with scars, they felt filled with regret.

(The protagonist is not useless, he starts practicing again)

(The clone is 100% controlled by the protagonist from the first-person perspective. It will be taken back at the beginning of the novel and will not appear again in the following text. The previous experience can be directly regarded as the protagonist himself/the heroine's admiration for the protagonist's inner self. It has nothing to do with what the clone looks like. It is explained in the text)

I wish we could fly together

Chapter 1: Doing good things but still being assassinated by the fairies

In the valley between the mountains, a large green lake ripples and an ancient pavilion sits on an island in the middle of the lake. From time to time, you can see white cranes flying by and willow catkins flying.

No one could have imagined that this fairyland-like paradise was actually the heartland of the Demon Cult, where the cult leader Yan Mobai lived.

Yan Mobai, who looked like a teenager, sat in the pavilion, gazing at the green mountains in the distance. Not far behind him, a girl in a black dress was kneeling on the ground respectfully.

When Yan Mobai's gaze returned from outside the pavilion, the kneeling girl stood up and reported softly, "Master, the relief grain for the drought in Zhongzhou has been transported over. It totals 70 million dan of rice and flour, and 2 million carts of meat, no more, no less."

"Ah."

Yan Mobai nodded, "Bring up the accounts."

The girl carefully handed over a jade slip.

Yan Mobai took it and read the contents carefully.

After a while, he put away the jade slip and said, "With the support of my Demon Sect, even if all the fields are barren, the millions of disaster victims in Zhongzhou can still survive this disaster safely."

Seeing the girl kneeling in front of him a little nervous, he smiled faintly and said, "You have made great contributions in planning this time. I will reward you with three years of training in the Demon Eye."

Although there are still some minor omissions in the accounts, obviously someone has embezzled the money, but no one is perfect, let alone the devil.

"Thank you, Master!" The girl was delighted.

"I only hope that... after you have achieved success, you will remember to restrain your mind, not act recklessly, and not slaughter people, lest you be blinded by evil thoughts in the end."

"The disciple understands."

"Go."

Yan Mobai held the warm jade slip in his hand.

Ten years ago, he awakened his past life memories because of his martial arts, and found that in this life, he actually traveled to a novel that he had read in his previous life, which centered on the protagonists Feng Aotian.

Although the plot has some minor deviations due to the change of the character of the cult leader, the general development remains unchanged. He will eventually be assassinated by the protagonists.

Therefore, in order to prevent them from hating the Demon Cult as they did in the plot, Yan Mobai had to act like a Lei Feng and bring warmth to everyone.

When a talented girl from a poor family lacked elixirs for cultivation, she had no choice but to look for demon cultivators to steal them from her. He secretly had people deliver elixirs to her door every day, giving her as many as she wanted, just asking her not to cause trouble again. In the end, she offended an elder of the demon sect and had her roots crippled.

When the female swordsman of Qingyun Sword Sect was abandoned by her parents and was about to be sold to the Demon Sect to be a killer, Yan Mobai created a clone in advance, disguised as her brother, raised her with great difficulty, and provided her with enough family warmth.

When the leader of the Yuheng Immortal Sect was tortured to the point of being in excruciating pain by the evil poison of a cult, he created an avatar, lived in her house and helped her detoxify, working tirelessly all year round.

Even when the sect master's stunningly beautiful female disciple was captured by his men and offered to him as a cauldron, Yan Mobai made up a random excuse to send her back, just to prevent the cold and beautiful sect master from hating him in the future.

But later, he gradually realized that what he did was not just that.

The evil cult is like countless malignant tumors scattered across the land of Jiuzhou. Wherever it is, the people are filled with misery.

In the previous life, I was a person struggling at the bottom of society. I knew the helplessness of being bullied and the pain of separation from life and death.

The mortals and low-level cultivators in this world live a precarious life every day because of the existence of the Demon Cult, and they suffer far more.

Yan Mobai was powerless before, but now, he has the ability to change everything.

His temperament was different from that of the previous generations of leaders. He had no interest in things like dominating the world, and he had never massacred people like those people.

Now that I think about it, since I have become the leader of a cult, I have to change something for this world.

He tried to rectify the cult's customs, set up rules, re-establish rewards and punishments, and ordered his demon cultivators to build waterways and dig mountains into fields. He also used the food that the demon cultivators didn't need to provide relief to the victims.

Although it is difficult to change one's nature, many things can be corrected if there are rules.

After ten years, Yan Mobai put in countless efforts, both overtly and secretly, and finally made the Demon Cult and the world become better as he wanted to see.

Perhaps there is still a long way to go in the future, but Yan Mobai believes that as long as he is still the leader of the Demon Cult, there will always be a day when he will complete this journey.

He quietly admired the scenery by the lake, and from time to time he took a sip of the tea on the stone table.

Ever since I tried to change the Demon Cult, I have been busy from morning to night and rarely have any leisure time.

Come to think of it, when was the last time I had this much free time... four years ago, or five years ago?

His consciousness became dazed for no reason.

Are you too tired...

No...that's not right!

bang.

Yan Mobai's hand holding the teacup suddenly trembled, and the porcelain cup collided with the tea tray, making a crisp sound.

After a long moment, he sighed softly.

"Master Qianqiu... after so many years, you still can't let it go?"

Decades ago, he concealed his identity and joined the Yuheng Immortal Sect, where he was admired by a female inner disciple of the sect.

The flower has feelings but the water is merciless. The two of them did not have any actual casual relationship. However, when he revealed his identity and left without saying goodbye, the female disciple was still disillusioned and felt hopeless. She no longer believed in any man and devoted herself to the Tao from then on.

That inner sect female disciple was none other than the current leader of Yuheng Immortal Sect, Qianqiuxue.

He is also the person standing behind him at this moment.

"Master Yan, how are you?"

A beautiful woman as pure as ice and jade appeared an inch behind Yan Mobai, with long silver hair falling to her waist and white and round bare feet stepping on the ground, but without a speck of dust on them.

Although Yan Mobai's clone was helping her dissolve the poison every day, Qian Qiuxue did not recognize his real self. In her eyes, this was the first time they had met again after decades.

Qian Qiuxue held a silver hairpin in her hand, with the tip of the hairpin against Yan Mobai's back. She leaned close to his ear and said with a sweet breath, "Yan Mobai, all your ambitions have come to an end."

The hairpin pierced his robe slightly, but no blood seeped out. Only wisps of black evil spirit drifted out like incense.

"Don't think anyone will come to save you. The head of the Yaoguang Sect has already set up a formation to separate the inner and outer worlds..."

"Master Yi?"

Yan Mobai looked towards the other side of the lake in surprise. With his eyesight, he could clearly see the slender figure sitting at the hub of the formation.

Yi Niao Niao.

She turned out to be a spiritual cultivator? He looked at the beautiful figure in surprise, and then felt relieved.

Yes, he had given her so many elixirs over the years, and if he didn't use them to refine his spirit, he would feel a little sorry for her.

Yan Mobai said slowly: "You two alone can't kill me."

"Master Yan, I have heard of your great name for a long time!"

A sword light fell down and turned into a petite and delicate girl in front of Yan Mobai.

Although the girl was young, the sharp sword intent in her made Yan Mobai feel a little afraid. It turned out that she was in the late stage of spirit refining.

"So there is you, An Xiaoyu."

"Master, have you also heard of my name?" The girl seemed very surprised.

Yan Mobai looked at her, and the charming figure in front of him gradually overlapped with the sister in his memory. After a while, he suddenly laughed, "I have also heard of the peerless swordsman who has appeared in Qingyun Sword Sect for a hundred years."

Ten years have passed, and the two children have grown up and achieved great success... If there is one person who has not changed, the only one is himself.

All his time was spent on changing the Demon Cult, and Yan Mobai's cultivation had not improved at all.

With three spiritual cultivators here, Yan Mobai knew that he couldn't escape.

"Master, next, I will dispel the magic skills you have cultivated throughout your life,"

Qian Qiuxue's voice was very light, but it was filled with hatred that was engraved into her bones. "After that, I will break your magic veins, and make you a mortal forever in this life."

Yan Mobai said nothing, looking at the shimmering lake.

"Don't you want to say something?" Qian Qiuxue asked coldly.

"The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, and death is the same." Yan Mobai said calmly.

The changes that the Demon Cult has undergone over the years are obvious to all, but these people still came to assassinate him, which shows that in their eyes, only when this leader dies can the world be at peace.

If it were him ten years ago, he might have told them everything he had done to help them secretly in exchange for their saving his life. But now, he just felt uninterested.

I don't want to think about anything, I don't want to say anything, I don't want to do anything.

Ten years ago, the devil cult was rampant in the world. There were missing person notices everywhere, white flags were hung in every house, men were reduced to blood food, and women were reduced to playthings.

What will happen in the future without him, the leader of the evil cult?

Today's prosperous times are ultimately nothing but a mirage... I thought I could change something, but in the end I can't change anything. Maybe this is my fate.

He still remembered what was said in the novel: before the final battle between immortals and demons, half of the Nine Continents collapsed in the war, and all the cities were empty.

Is that the future you righteous monks want to see? He suddenly wanted to question them, but when the words came to his lips, he only sneered.

Forget about the two juniors, but as the leader of Yuheng Sect, the largest sect in the Immortal Sect, how could Qian Qiuxue not know this?

She must know.

In that case, let her have her wish.

He thought the future would be even better, but who could have expected that what he was seeing now was already the best era in Jiuzhou...

Yan Mobai took one last regretful look at the scenery in the lake, raised a finger and tapped his forehead.

The chaotic demonic energy poured into his mind. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw Qian Qiuxue holding his hand, steadying his sea of ​​consciousness that was on the verge of breaking. Her sarcastic voice filled his ears.

"Yan Mobai, the reason why I didn't kill you is to let you see with your own eyes how the foundation of the Demon Sect that you have devoted your entire life to was destroyed by me!"

"I will let you know how ridiculous your conceited back when you left was!"

Then... take another look.

Yan Mobai closed his eyes.

I have seen with my own eyes a bloody future.

Chapter 2: The Girl of Self-doubt

Yan Mobai opened his eyes and what came into view was a simple and cramped cave.

It is ten feet wide and ten feet high, and the entrance is full of restrictions, like a cold cage.

He was lying on a stone bed. Just when he was about to sit up, he found that his whole body was in pain from the stone bed. The wound on his back was still there, and it hurt a lot when he moved a little.

I'm already a mortal.