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

Booji.

The sound was not loud, but it changed the expressions of everyone present.

Li Yulo was surprised that this guy finally dared to take the initiative, An Xiaoyu was worried about her friend's degeneration and fall, and Lang Mobai only felt a cold and soft imprint on his face, as if he was pecked by a fish.

He didn't expect Yi Niaoniao to kiss him at this time. After being stunned for a moment, he thought of the uninvited guest in the guest room, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Yi Niaoniao could kiss him at any time, but not at this time... Yan Mobai's gaze fell on Qian Qiuxue's face. Her originally beautiful and cold face seemed to have lost its color and looked extremely pale.

Her crimson eyes were fixed on him...or rather the little guy on his shoulder.

Yan Mobai knew that Qian Qiuxue had left a tracking method on him, but he didn't know why she came to him at this time. The agreed deadline was still far away, and it was obvious that she would not come as promised. There was still nearly half a month before the full moon, so it seemed that it had nothing to do with the poison.

He acted relaxed when comforting the girl, but in fact Yan Mobai still had some concerns in his heart. Qian Qiuxue's inner demons would not be resolved so quickly. If this woman caught up with him just to go crazy, I'm afraid no one could stop her.

At this time, Yi Niaoniao also came back to her senses from her momentary impulse in a daze. Thinking of what she had just done, she turned her head stupidly and looked at Qian Qiuxue. It took her a long time to swallow her saliva. Then the whole sword spirit solidified into a motionless figurine, as if she was frightened by what she had done and stood there.

If Qian Qiuxue's gaze towards her was just cold before, it was now filled with murderous intent, like a mother dragon whose reverse scale had been touched, wanting to wipe out the usurper with one blow.

In a few breaths, she had already thought of a hundred ways to die. Every time she thought of one, the little girl's body would tremble slightly, and she couldn't help but whimper in fear. She squatted down weakly, holding her head, and huddled on the leader's shoulder.

"Don't scare her."

The little knife spirit heard a sound coming from close at hand, and then it was grabbed by a hand and stuffed into the sleeve.

The leader's sleeves were clean and soft, with a pleasant smell, but the dark fabric was opaque and dark. Yi Niaoniao grabbed the sleeves with her little hands to prevent herself from falling out, and the whole knife spirit was hanging on the lining, her cute and delicate face was buried in the dark fabric and sniffing. The rich cake aroma almost made her faint. In a daze, Yi Niaoniao suddenly remembered that this dress was carefully designed by her for the leader.

In that case, it wouldn't be too much for her to personally visit the inside of the clothes she designed, right?

……

The leader actually let this little thing kiss him, and was so doting on her that he didn't even want to let her get scared...

Could it be that, as the obsession said, this little thing successfully captured the heart of the leader?

It was unknown how long it took Qian Qiuxue to recover from the shock and bitterness. She lowered her head and said softly, "I thought that the leader would be devoted to his disciple."

The woman's voice was as light as willow catkins, lingering around my ears. Her expression was as cold as moonlight, without a trace of bitterness, provided you didn't look into her eyes.

In the eyes that were closed by eyelashes, crimson and silver kept alternating. The silver tried to devour the crimson's territory like a dominant jackal, while the crimson held on hard, unwilling to let the silver take it all.

If she were to be taken over by distracting thoughts, even for only a stick of incense, when she woke up again, everything she wanted to make up for would probably become irreversible.

"I will never let Yu Luo down in this life, and Sect Leader Yi has been very kind to both me and Yu Luo. Without her selfless protection, both of us would have died here. I cannot abandon her. Even if Sect Leader Yi wants to win Yan's heart..."

Since he decided to protect Yi Niaoniao in front of Qian Qiuxue, Yan Mobai would no longer be secretive. He looked directly at Qian Qiuxue and said, "I don't mind giving it to her."

Qian Qiuxue choked, but still did not give up. Although she wanted to seek some comfort for herself, her words were still insincere, and she did not mention her own thoughts at all. She only asked: "Master Yan, before doing this, has he asked my disciple if she minds sharing the Master's feelings with another woman?"

Yan Mobai is no longer the novice he used to be. After exploring these twists and turns of the maze for so long, he can more or less figure out some women's thoughts. Looking at the silver-haired fairy in the moonlight in front of him, he can also guess many of her thoughts.

The question was to ask if Yu Luo would mind sharing his feelings, but what he really wanted to ask was probably something else...

The white-haired boy sighed, wondering why his feelings suddenly became so valuable.

When he was the cult leader, there were indeed many beautiful girls of noble birth who offered themselves to him, but he knew clearly in his heart that these women were more trying to win the heart of the cult leader than wanting to win his, Yan Mobai's, heart. As for whether the leader was him, Yan Mobai, or another Yan Xuehei, they probably wouldn't care.

Instead of sharing a bed with these women who all have their own thoughts, it would be better for him to go to the Hehuan Cave where the furnaces and cauldrons are placed in the sect. At least those furnaces and cauldrons would not have the slightest intention of harming him, nor would they have so many sinister ambitions. He would not have to worry about a fire in the backyard in the future, nor would he have to worry about them finding new loves one day.

He didn't have any wives or concubines, and he had never been to Hehuan Cave. In the end, he still hoped to find a woman who would truly love him. Unfortunately, the position of the leader was so glorious that the girls who came to seek it were all obsessed with its glory, and never really explored what kind of person was underneath the glory.

Now that he has lost his status and cultivation, he can meet a girl who truly loves him...

Things in the world are so impermanent.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qian Qiuxue seemed to have seized the opportunity and took a step closer and said, "I know that the leader is deeply in love and loyal, but I also hope that... the leader can see the difference between kindness and love, and not make Yu Luo sad."

This sentence was half out of genuine concern for his disciple, and half a cover-up for his own thoughts.

Qian Qiuxue's gentle and humble manner made An Xiaoyu, who was watching the show nearby, stunned.

She had originally prepared to sacrifice her most precious face and hug Qian Qiuxue's thigh to beg for mercy for her friend. However, who would have known that this usually arrogant and aloof woman would suddenly become as miserable as a resentful woman when she saw the leader of the Demon Cult. Not only did she humbly call herself a concubine, but she also spoke in a low voice with earnest advice. She did not have the aura of the self-centered leader of the Yuheng Sect at all.

The little girl sat on the bed with her hands propped up, her big wine-red eyes moving between the two men incredulously, her innocent little head quietly guessing:

Could it be that... the leader of the Demon Cult is the long-lost brother of the Yuheng Sect Master?

Yan Mobai was about to answer when his expression suddenly changed. He put his hands on his waist and abdomen, barely covering an inconspicuous bulge.

"Yi Niaoniao!"

He could never have imagined that the first time he called out Yi Niaoniao's full name, his tone would be so embarrassed.

The little knife spirit paused when she heard his voice, then began to struggle. She was as slippery as a loach through the fabric, and quickly broke free from Yan Mobai's fingers.

Yan Mobai tried several times to grab the soft little girl in the robe, but failed. If he tried to grab her hard, he was afraid that he would use too much force and hurt her boneless body.

Although there was still a layer of underwear between him and his clothes, he could still clearly feel the itchy touch. As the small thing continued to fall in his clothes, these tiny touches became more and more deadly. Even if Yan Mobai was calm and composed, seeing that his home was being robbed by his own sword spirit under the gaze of so many people, he finally couldn't help but whispered:

"I said I would do what you want, but have you ever thought about how you would face Sect Leader An after doing such a shameful thing in public?"

Hearing the three words "Master An", the little fellow in the robe paused, as if he had just remembered this.

If her best friend found out that she was a pervert, their friendship would definitely be over...

"I…I didn't! I didn't mean to do anything!"

Yi Niao Niao's voice came out muffled through her clothes, and the panic and shyness in her words made her denial even more obvious.

She climbed up clumsily, but it was much more difficult to climb up by grabbing the already slippery silk undershirt than to slide down. Especially since the undershirt was so close to her body and there were not many folds to hold on to.

After a while, the little knife spirit found nothing in the dark robe.

Um……?

She was stunned for a moment.

While falling, the little knife spirit grabbed around randomly until she hugged the obstacle in her clothes and stopped. Or rather... it was not that she hugged the obstacle, but that the obstacle was lying below, blocking her way.

After a while, Yi Niao Niao's confused voice came out from her clothes: "What is this? This sword spirit does not remember designing such a thick belt..."

Yan Mobai's face froze, and at the same time, the guest room fell silent.

Li Yuluo, who was about to explain to his master that he didn't mind sharing the leader's intentions with Sister Yi, was stunned.

"..."

The girl's light purple eyes were fixed on the bulge where the small knife spirit was, and she completely forgot the words she had prepared.

It’s over... Sister Yi is so small, she won’t be scared to death by the leader, right?

As the girl thought about it, the corners of her pink lips curved slightly. For some reason, she had a feeling of schadenfreude, as if the suffering she had been enduring was suddenly shared by another little sister.

Author's words: This chapter has more than 3,000 words, and I will add another 3,000-word chapter tomorrow!

Chapter 145: Things Going the Other Way (asking for monthly tickets)

"What's this?"

The little knife spirit sat on the soft obstacle in confusion. Through the thick layer of cloth, she could feel the gradually rising temperature. It was warm, like sitting on a hot stove covered with a blanket.

Although she didn't know when such things appeared in the clothes she designed, it did not prevent Yi Niaoniao from feeling at a loss. The temperature was very aggressive, making her body soft and unable to muster any strength. She just wanted to lie on it obediently and be a docile puppy.

...Something is wrong! The little knife spirit gradually became alert.

Like a little rabbit that had encountered its natural enemy, she began to struggle restlessly, trying to climb out by stepping on obstacles and grabbing the folds of her underwear.

I don't know why, but the things under my feet seem to be getting stronger and stronger...

……

Compared to Yi Niaoniao who knew nothing, Yan Mobai who knew everything was obviously the most nervous and embarrassed one.

This guy……

He tried his best to keep his expression calm and endure the minor struggles and provocations.

But the little knife spirit seemed to be going against him. She became more and more panicked in the darkness and even started trying to jump.

"Yi Niaoniao!"

The white-haired boy finally couldn't help but call out the little knife spirit's name again.

"...Hmm?" After a long while, the girl's confused and aggrieved voice came from inside her robe. Perhaps because she had consumed a lot of energy climbing on her underwear, her voice sounded a little soft and trembling, and the tense strings in the white-haired boy's heart became even more fragile.

No, if this continues I'm really going to...

He closed his eyes and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "You... just be quiet for a while."

Looking at the leader's sullen face and the stunned and stopped struggling figure in the robe, the girl next to him couldn't help laughing out loud.

In the days to come, she can use this incident to make fun of Sister Yi for a long time.

While watching the fun, Li Yuluo still knew what was important. If it were just the three of them, they could just bully Sister Yi as a daily joke, but now that Master and Master Qingyun were present, instead of continuing to laugh at Sister Yi's joke... the most urgent thing was to rescue this guy, otherwise if things continued like this, Sister Yi would definitely be frightened by the leader.

It was difficult for people in long robes to reach inside their clothes. The leader wanted to take the little knife spirit out of the clothes, so he had to untie his belt in public and then reach his hand into the clothes.

But she is different.

She could get under the robe.

"Master, let me help you..."

The girl slowly knelt in front of the leader.

"Master... don't move..."

She looked up at the leader weakly with her violet eyes, then... pushed aside the hem of her robe and crawled in.

The girl's petite and delicate body was completely covered by the hem of the robe, leaving only a small part of her white silk calves and her feet wrapped in embroidered brocade shoes exposed.

Although it was pitch black in front of him, Li Yulo could still use his sense of smell to sense where Sister Yi was.

"I'm here to save you, Sister Yi..." the girl called softly, groping in the darkness, and soon touched the little guy's smooth hair.

The moment the knife touched the hair, it trembled but did not resist.

"Sister Yi."

Li Yuluo carefully reached out his hand and held the frightened little creature in his arms.

Xiao Daoling was limp and motionless. Perhaps he had no strength left, so he was held obediently in her arms.

"Woo..."

I don’t know if it was because of the fright just now, but the little thing in Li Yulo’s arms was trembling slightly, breathing rapidly and softly.

Why is it so similar to...

The girl suddenly had a strange feeling. It was as if she was delivering her and the leader's child...

She shook her head quickly. Even if she really had a child, it should be the leader who delivered her. How could she be the one delivering the baby for the leader?

With the guilt of a cult leader, Li Yulo moved her pink knees wrapped in white silk backwards and stepped out of the robe little by little.

“Master!” The girl stood up holding the little knife spirit, her light purple eyes sparkling as she looked at Yan Mobai, “I carried Sister Yi out!”

As if sensing An Xiaoyu's complicated gaze, Xiao Dao Ling shrank back and buried his face in the girl's arms, unwilling to face his friend's gaze.

Even though Yi Niaoniao was inexperienced, she had at least read many similar plots in storybooks. At this point, how could she not guess what the obstacle she was facing was.

No wonder it’s so warm… Xiao Dao Ling blushed.

Because that was the cake she longed for.

Yi Niaoniao didn't react at first, simply because the cake she saw was completely different from the one in the picture album, just like the difference between weeds and big trees... He was worthy of being her master.

I never thought that the petite little vixen could eat such a big cake. That day, she was outside the guest room and heard the little vixen crying so happily. So that's it... So that's it!

The little knife spirit's heart was pounding. She tried hard to recall the feeling she had just had, and the scent of the leader. Her face became redder and hotter, and her breathing became sweeter and more rapid. It seemed as if the whole knife spirit was about to melt in the rich aroma of the cake, unable to extricate herself.

In the future...will I be able to taste that flavor myself?

As she was thinking, she unconsciously used her little hands to pull the little vixen's arm, and secretly poked her head out of the little vixen's arms, revealing the upper half of her big amber eyes, and quietly looked at her master.

The taste of the cake was much more delicious than she had expected, much more mouth-watering than described in any storybook or picture album, and much more intoxicating than she had ever imagined. To the point that Yi Niaoniao began to worry unconsciously whether she, a delicate person, could bear the taste of the cake and persist until she was full and full to taste all the wonderful flavors.

What should I do if I faint from the taste of the cake halfway through eating it?

The little thing couldn't help but feel distressed, but then he thought about his small body, only as big as the palm of the leader, and his mouth was pitifully small, so how could he eat the cake?

To taste the cake, you must return to your original body...

Thinking of Shan Zhenzhen's prediction that someone would bring the herbs she needed within an incense stick of time, Yi Niaoniao suddenly froze.

The person who delivered the herbs, could it be that...