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

Chapter 197: Taking Care of the Puppy

"Take care of...Sister Yi?"

Li Yuluo's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then his gaze drifted to the girl with twin ponytails who was wearing a fluttering white robe and was instructing him to practice sword skills while being held in the leader's arms more than ten feet away.

The light of the sword flickered in the air, and the holy, bright white light fell like snow. The girl snuggled in the man's arms, using her delicate and slender arms to guide him in every stroke of the jade sword in the air. It didn't seem like they were practicing swordsmanship, but more like a fairy-like dance for two.

With her beautiful face with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and the young man with white hair and black eyes, the two of them with fluttering white sleeves and dancing clothes make people sigh that they are a fairy couple.

Even though Li Yulo was willing to let the leader take in this poor little dog, he couldn't help but feel jealous of Sister Yi's temperament. After all, she was the famous Fairy Yaoguang. Even if she became the obedient dog of the leader of the Demon Cult and was possessed by him from inside out over and over again, her temperament as a fairy would never dissipate.

Although Sister Yi always looked aggrieved, and was particularly silly when she turned into a sword spirit, even when she was eaten secretly, she only put on an angry look with puffed cheeks, and she didn't even need others to comfort her. She comforted herself in a short while. She was especially easy to bully...

But no matter how weak and vulnerable she is, her cultivation level is still at the upper level of the Spirit Refining Realm. She can overturn mountains and seas and turn the world upside down at will. Her usual aggrieved appearance is only because she is the type of person who can endure bullying and swallow her anger. But a puppy will do anything when pushed to the limit. If someone really annoys Sister Yi, she will probably be slapped flat.

Now...someone wants to take care of her by themselves?

Li Yuluo looked at An Xiaoyu in disbelief. Seeing the serious look of the little girl with red eyes, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, realizing that what she said about "taking care" was not that simple. He suddenly lost the confidence he had just boasted about. "I..." The girl blinked her innocent light purple eyes, her little hands tangled together, and asked hesitantly, "How should I take care of Sister Yi..."

As a weak and pitiful little girl who has just reached the Jindan stage, mixing with these two good girlfriends who are cultivating the spirit is like a little white rabbit wearing a wolf skin and calling two big bad wolves sisters. If she is not careful, she will be pinned under the wolves' claws, and the disguise will be stripped off, revealing the white fur ball holding her ears and trembling.

"Niao Niao...is actually very dependent on you, my sister..."

The little girl lowered her head and pulled the grass on the ground. Her childish voice was very soft, "I... I often see you stealing Niao Niao's sweet soup, which makes her angry. In fact, the sweet soup can be delivered at any time. It's all inexpensive ingredients. You can have as many bowls as you want. But the only person who can play with her without any grudge is Sister Li. Rather than saying that Niao Niao is always angry with you for stealing food, it's better to say that she herself doesn't realize that she is actually very happy to have you around to make trouble..."

Li Yulo was confused when he heard this. Every time he stole food from sister Yi, he could see her face turn pale with anger. But in An Xiaoyu's mouth, Yi Niao Niao hoped that she would do so in her heart.

"Although I am a little unwilling, but compared to a fool like me who can't make people happy, maybe Sister Li is more suitable to be Niao Niao's friend... If it were your sister, two years ago... I wouldn't have made Niao Niao sad."

The one-foot green grass on the ground was pulled out by the little girl without her noticing. She looked at the emerald green grass juice on her hands, and under the pretext of wiping her hands, she secretly wiped away the few tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

"When I'm not around, I hope Sister Li can tell Niao Niao some storybooks for me at night... She says she likes to see chivalrous women wielding swords and slaying evildoers, but in fact, she likes to hear the story of a weak little girl being taken over and doted on by an evil young master. The lights in the house can't be too bright, nor too dim, and they should not be turned off when sleeping. Hmm... there should be some light fragrance in the stove..."

The little girl chattered on for a long time, and Li Yulo nodded stupidly beside her.

By the time all the instructions were given, the sun in the sky had moved some distance away, and the sword lights in the bamboo forest opposite had danced back and forth a hundred times.

"Five days later, please help Sister Li."

Seeing Li Yulo nodded again, the little girl finally let go of the burden.

Even if this friend is lazy, stupid, and disloyal, An Xiaoyu will never abandon her.

She knew that the reason why she cherished this friend so much was because... she was supposed to be the same person as Yi Niaoniao.

Niaoniao lost both her parents when she was young, and her gentle and loving master died at the hands of a cult. She was left alone and helpless, and in order to survive she could only sneak into Yanyuzhou alone and lick blood on the tip of a knife.

An Xiaoyu's parents also abandoned her when she was a child, and even planned to sell her to a demon cultivator who specialized in training deadly assassins to become an emotionless killing machine. Fortunately, her brother, who was born before her, found her with a token, and there was light in An Xiaoyu's life.

Both of them came from the same miserable and helpless backgrounds, and were later illuminated by a beam of light that illuminated the darkness. However... An Xiaoyu was luckier than her friend. Her light never went out, and she was not thrown back into the darkness like Niao Niao's master.

It is also this luck that makes An Xiaoyu unable to sit idly by and watch another self being depressed and crying sadly in the dark night with no one to accompany him.

She once tried to be the light of Niao Niao, lighting up the dark and lonely nights for her friend. But now Niao Niao has someone she loves and a little fox that can play with her. The world has become bright and dazzling. An Xiaoyu inevitably looks dull and inconspicuous, but she doesn't feel lost at all, she is just happy for Niao Niao's happiness.

She didn't need to feel lonely or lost, because in the distant East Yizhou, the light that belonged to An Xiaoyu had never been extinguished or dimmed. She only needed to wait for five more days, when she returned to the familiar cave, she would be able to see her brother's back, and the gifts he brought back from afar would be placed on the table as usual.

At that time, she would tell her brother everything she had seen and heard during this period, including her experiences with Niao Niao, Sister Li, and her meeting with the leader of the Demon Cult.

She might rebel and tell her brother with a little pride that she already knows what wonderful things will happen between a girl and a man in love, and she will meet someone she likes in the future. Although An Xiaoyu doesn't know what kind of man she will fall in love with, by that time, she probably already has many, many memories worth recalling and savoring.

These past events must include her brother, Niao Niao, the sister Li beside her, and... the person she loves whom she is destined to meet.

Her world may not be darker than Niao Niao's, and her story may not be more mediocre than Niao Niao's.

One day in the future, she will also have her own happiness.

"Speaking of which..."

While An Xiaoyu was in a daze, Li Yulo next to her did not start practicing meditation, but looked at her curiously.

"What kind of person is Sister An's brother?"

Chapter 198: A Letter

Another four days passed. The girl had consolidated her Jindan cultivation through diligent practice and began to pester the leader to give her the baby fluid that helped her absorb spiritual energy.

The harvest at night was quite rich, but every day, the little fox with weak legs and feet who could not walk could only curl up in bed and watch helplessly as the leader took sister An and sister Yi out to the bamboo forest to practice sword. He wanted to use his throat which was damaged by the torment at night to ask them to take him with them, but he was too embarrassed to open his mouth.

For the first three days, the girl was curled up on the bed, feeling aggrieved, practicing meditation alone. On the fourth day, her head, which was neither very smart nor very clumsy, finally came up with an idea. She took the leader into her stomach before going to bed. The next morning, the leader could not hold back his morning anger, and bullied her sister Yi, who was still sleeping soundly, until she cried.

Then... she could take advantage of the time when the lovemaking was not over and pretend to be so happy that she would cling to the leader's body foolishly and force him to carry her to the bamboo forest later.

At noon, the light of swords appeared again in the bamboo forest.

At first glance, it looked no different from usual. Yi Niao Niao and Yan Mobai were practicing swordsmanship on the other side of the clearing in the woods, while Li Yulo and An Xiaoyu were sitting in the place where their spiritual energy was strongest to practice.

But this time, if you look closely, you can see that the girl's slender legs, which were usually wrapped in white silk stockings, are naked, and her delicate little feet are sticking out from the edge of the robe. The black robe that is too big for her petite body slips loosely from time to time, revealing the girl's slender shoulders and the not-so-full white curve of her chest.

Li Yulo was wearing nothing but the black robe of the leader.

A cold wind blew through the bamboo forest, rushing in through the gaps in the black robe and blowing on the girl's fair and tender skin, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

"If I had known I should have brought some clothes with me..." she muttered.

The girl stole a glance at An Xiaoyu beside her and saw that the little girl was sitting cross-legged in a serious and solemn manner, with her tender hands pressing on her knees. There was no unnecessary expression on her childish face, as if she was completely immersed in the practice.

At the same time, the spiritual energy in the air was surging and rolling, like a giant whale sucking in water, forming a spiritual energy vortex.

She didn't dare to disturb him, and quietly cast a warming spell on the black robe. Her body immediately felt warm, as if it was covered by a stove, and the chill of late autumn suddenly turned into the breezy warmth of early summer.

"Huh..." The girl breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped her robe tightly with her hands.

Just as he was about to start practicing, Li Yulo suddenly remembered what An Xiaoyu had said to him a few days ago, about the story of the brother from the Qingyun Sword Sect.

He is honest, modest, quiet and considerate.

If those words hadn't been said by An Xiaoyu, she would have thought someone was describing her leader.

Are there really people in this world who are so similar?

……

Compared to the relaxed and harmonious atmosphere on the top of Yaoguang Mountain, the atmosphere in the sword field of the Li family's ancestral mountain was gloomy and silent.

In the middle of the flat and wide knife field, Li Qingxian, wearing a white robe with gold patterns, lowered her eyes. Her originally fair and lively cheeks turned pale as paper. Even her light golden hair, which symbolized the purest blood of the Li family, had lost its luster. Her lake blue eyes were as dull as ink. She tried her best to suppress the blood rising in her throat, and her jade hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly.

In the past few days, she has practiced the Zhenyang School's secret method of burning essence no less than a hundred times. The spiritual veins that had been nurtured to be strong and flawless since she embarked on the immortal path were now covered with tiny cracks in just five or six days.

But until now, Li Qingxian has not been able to fully control the huge power after burning the spiritual energy. Either he could not hold on and gave up the strength halfway, or he used too much force and his blood attacked his heart, causing the spiritual energy to backfire on his body.

The spiritual power is ten times that of the perfect Yuantai. In terms of spiritual power alone, it is almost the same as the initial stage of Lianshen. Although it is still not a match for Lianshen, it is enough to sweep all the Yuantai cultivators in Jiuzhou with force.

If you want to master a power that does not belong to you in a short period of time, the price you pay is much greater than practicing enlightenment step by step.

But Li Qingxian knew that she didn't have much time left.

Tomorrow at noon will be the time for the Yaoguang Inner Sect Competition. All the venue restrictions have been prepared. We will just have to ring the golden bell when the competition begins, inviting all the inner sect disciples to take their seats.

The changes in the inner sect originated from the words left by the founder of the Yaoguang sect. Even though she was the legitimate daughter of the Li family and the chief of the inner sect, she had no power to change the rules that had been established since the beginning of the Yaoguang sect.

Li Qingxian took a deep breath, and the immortal spiritual energy that had just recovered in his Yuanhai spiritual vein began to flow again with a certain strong rhythm.

The woman's frail and graceful figure exuded boundless spiritual pressure, which spread out in circles unstoppably, and a howling gale also rose up in the sword field that was blocked by restrictions.

A white flame suddenly ignited from the jade knife in her hand, followed by a vast sword light swung out from the blade.

Amid the crisp sound of breaking, deep, dark, straight knife marks appeared in the space above the knife field, like the huge eyes of a demon silently opening.

"Sister..."

In the corner at the edge of the knife field, a young girl hid behind a protective formation, huddled together with her knees, staring blankly at the familiar figure surrounded by knife light in mid-air.

No one who saw her could imagine that this girl with loose blonde hair, curled up weakly in a corner, with helplessness in her beautiful eyes, would be the lawless, unruly and headstrong second daughter of the Li family.

She was able to act recklessly in the Yaoguang Sect and make countless people fear and panic, all because of the towering tree of the Li family.

But now, the big tree that should have protected her all her life was about to collapse. If the eldest sister lost the inner sect competition and was deprived of the chief position by the head disciple, all the prosperity of the Li family and all her pride and complacency as the second lady would be wiped out in an instant.

After witnessing her elder sister covered in wounds and blood every night, Li Qingyao finally realized that the enemy in her sister's eyes was much more powerful than she had imagined.

So powerful that...even if my sister uses all means and pays a huge price, she may still be defeated by him.

Li Qingyao's life had been smooth sailing since she was born. No matter what she wanted, someone would give it to her attentively and respectfully. She was rarely sad or disappointed because she could make all those who made her unhappy and disappointed disappear before her eyes.

And her elder sister Li Qingxian is the pillar of support in her heart that will never collapse. No matter how others praise her elder sister's outstanding talent and beauty, Li Qingyao will not be jealous at all, because her elder sister is better than her.

Li Qingyao has always believed that her sister is the most powerful woman in the world. Even the leader of the Yuheng Immortal Sect only started on the path of cultivation a few decades earlier than her sister. After so many more years, her sister will also be able to reach the place where the leader of the Yuheng Sect is standing now.

By then, she would be the sister of the most powerful woman in the world, and she could do whatever she wanted just like she did in the Yaoguang Sect.

At that time, her elder sister was the eldest daughter of the entire Jiuzhou, and she, the distinguished second daughter, followed behind her elder sister, equally majestic. No one in the entire Jiuzhou dared to bully her, provoke her, or make her angry. She could get anything she wanted, and all her wishes would come true in an instant.

But now... this beautiful dream is on the verge of being shattered. For the first time, Li Qingyao realized that even her sister has people who are difficult to defeat.

My sister will fall on the arena, and someone stronger will defeat her and step on her noble and beautiful head, declaring my sister a failure and mediocrity. And I, the high and mighty Second Miss, will fall into the mortal world. Those who she used to ignore will step on her head, all the voices that were submissive to her will disappear, and all the timid looks that looked up to her will turn into mocking and sneering eyes.

This kind of thing...can never come true!

The girl trembled and clenched her hands, her beautiful lake-blue eyes reflecting the figure in white robe fluttering and holding a knife with blood dripping from his face a hundred feet away.

No matter what the cost, this must be prevented from happening.

She quietly loosened her hand, revealing a crumpled piece of letter paper between her slender and delicate fingers.

This is a letter sent from Yaoguang Mountain, and it is also the only thing Li Qingyao has hidden from her sister in her life.

No matter what the enemy would do to her, the beautiful young second daughter of the Li family, no matter how lowly and humble she would be in the hands of the enemy...

At least on the surface, she would be the princess whom no one dared to offend. Even if this glory was only an empty shell, at least she could continue to enjoy the fearful gazes of others with this empty shell, without having to feel embarrassed or ashamed by the gap in status.

Besides...

The image of her sister last night, covered in scars and with her white robe stained with blood, kept flashing before Li Qingyao's eyes.

The girl finally made this difficult decision resolutely.

The eldest sister protected her all her life...

Next, she also has to use herself to protect her sister.

Author's words: Let me give you a heads up, letters are used to deceive fools, they won't ruin the character

Chapter 199: Mentor Niao Niao

The flashes of swords in the bamboo forest continued until dusk.

The setting sun gradually sank into the tips of the leaves of the bamboo forest in the west. The twilight filtered through the gaps between the green bamboo leaves and flowers, sprinkling on the grass in fragments, as if burning pieces of dying fire among the grass leaves.

In the middle of the grass, Yan Mobai no longer held Yi Niaoniao in his arms and let her lead him in practicing swordsmanship as he did before. Instead, he stood alone with a sword in his hand. He made gestures with his left hand and hit the jade sword, and a white halo spread on the sword.

After being taught for so long, it’s time for him to practice it himself.

Yi Niaoniao sat quietly on the grass not far away, her delicate little hand gently holding the end of the ponytail, circling it around her slender fingers.

Less than a foot away from her, the little vixen, wearing the black robe of a cult leader, was immersed in meditation.

The little girl who was always cheerful and mischievous now closed her eyes seriously, breathing in the rich inspiration from the top of Yaoguang Mountain.

In the past, the girl might have taken advantage of the little fox meditating peacefully to draw a few small mustaches on that childish and hateful white face, but now she had no such thoughts at all. She only nervously opened her beautiful amber eyes, and the image of Yan Mobai was reflected in her pupils.

"Owner……"

I don’t know why, but at this moment, Yi Niaoniao felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness as if she was watching her disciple about to go out on a mission.

Without her help, can the master perform the Yaoguang secret technique one by one?

Although she would obediently climb onto the couch every night and let her master enjoy her at will, when practicing swordplay during the day, her master still particularly liked her small body. He would always get close to her head and sniff the faint fragrance of the girl's black hair. From time to time, his scent would fall on the back of her snow-white neck, making her feel itchy. In addition... this lustful master would always hold her tightly in his arms, and the rich cake aroma made her distracted and she could hardly concentrate on swinging the sword.

This also made Yi Niaoniao very worried. She had put so much effort into teaching her step by step, but was her master just enjoying her soft waist, fragrant body fragrance and the white and tender breasts, or was she really trying to learn?

The results of her teaching will soon be reflected in the hands of the master... Although she is also happy to see the master immersed in her beauty, Yi Niaoniao still hopes that the master can truly learn the Yaoguang sword technique from her teachings, rather than just greedily enjoying the warmth and fragrance of her master holding his wrist with her little hand and holding her in her arms.

Maybe this is how it feels to be a teacher, hoping that her students can study hard and live up to her trust in them.

Even though this master and disciple pair is completely different from other masters and disciples, outside of sword practice, this weak and pitiful master has none of the dignity of an ordinary teacher. Instead, she is the disciple's plaything. As his obedient puppy, she wears an invisible collar around her snow-white neck, with the other end held in the disciple's hand. Even her lower abdomen is branded with a mark of submission, symbolizing that she is at the disposal of the disciple at any time and anywhere.

But during the time of practicing swordplay, Yi Niaoniao's little head was filled with the heavy sense of responsibility as a teacher. She wanted to teach her apprentice all she had learned in her life and help him avoid the detours she had taken.

Every time she saw him making a little progress, she would feel happy for no reason.

Clang!