Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

His fingertip traced the scar on his forehead, faded but still visible. Yuan Jue curled his lip, a flicker of irony in his eyes.

He had always known he possessed good looks, even handsome.

Many weak female demons and humans used to look at him with a mixture of fear and fascination, as if they thought it a pity that such a monster had such a beautiful face.

His response to such looks was always simple.

He would use a simple illusion, right in front of those women and female demons, and ruin his face with his own hands.

Without exception, they would scream and run from a distance of ten meters to thirty or forty meters away. Even those who tried to hold their ground would flee when he bared his fangs.

Later, when he lost his power and his face was ruined, he became even more repulsive to those humans and demons.

Just one glance at his mangled limbs, the twisted flesh and bones, the flowing pus and blood, the grotesque and deformed appearance, was enough to make them vomit in front of him.

A dark look flashed across Mr. Big Bad Wolf's eyes. His demonic consciousness fell upon She Qin, whose scales were mottled and broken. He pursed his lips.

Little She Qin was weak, and his scales were not difficult to regenerate.

But since he was so reluctant to be seen in such a sorry state by other demons, he could help him. He could cast a sixth-level illusion that couldn't be broken by anyone below that level, and then guide him in his cultivation to become a half-demon who could fully transform into a human.

"Go," he murmured. Mr. Big Bad Wolf raised his finger slightly. Two almost transparent butterfly wings fluttered gently, drifting lightly into the small cave.

Yuan Jue didn't understand why he was helping him. Perhaps it was because of the distressed look in his little wife's eyes, or perhaps, little She Qin was much like his former self.

…

The pale, translucent butterfly wings slowly descended into the cave, flying straight towards little She Qin.

The wings weren't fast, but Xiong Duoduo and the other demons in the cave didn't notice them.

Ruan Qiuqiu looked up in surprise towards the entrance of the small cave and caught a glimpse of a pointed, fluffy tail tip that flashed by.

A smile involuntarily spread across her lips. Ruan Qiuqiu quickly understood Mr. Big Bad Wolf's intentions.

She took a step forward and extended her hand towards little She Qin, who was covered in tears and too afraid to reveal her vertical pupils, smiling. "Little She Qin, don't cry. Sister Qiuqiu can help you."

She Qin's sharp, vertical pupils trembled violently, and his small body shook intensely, his lips quivering.

He seemed to want to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he stuck out a small, forked tongue, characteristic of the snake tribe.

Xiong Gun Gun watched with wide eyes, his furry bear face expressing surprise. He had known She Qin for a long time. Although She Qin was a snake half-demon, apart from some scales on his face and body, his tongue was completely normal, and his eyes had never been like this before.

The transformation of the tongue, eyes, and other body parts into a snake-like form was a sign of regression in half-demons.

Xiong Gun Gun wasn't afraid, he just felt sorry for his friend.

Regression in half-demons was a rare phenomenon.

When the soft, forked tongue emerged from his mouth, little She Qin felt it himself. He couldn't help but look at Xiao Bo He, who had just offered to take him home. Blood trickled down his cheeks and wrists. He scratched at the pitted wounds on his face, a desperate, broken roar escaping his throat.

Regression.

He was regressing.

Seeing that little She Qin's mental state was unstable, Ruan Qiuqiu didn't continue to comfort him but stepped forward and firmly grasped his wrist.

Mr. Big Bad Wolf, who had been paying attention to the situation in the small cave, didn't hesitate. Following his little wife's actions, he controlled the pale butterfly wings to land on little She Qin's forehead.

At the same time, Ruan Qiuqiu mobilized the mutated water-type ability within her body, directly condensing a large mass of warm, first-level healing water droplets, enveloping She Qin entirely.

The butterfly wings transformed, merging into the warm water sphere, emitting a warm, faint light that imprinted itself onto She Qin's body.

Under this gentle force, She Qin slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

A few minutes later, the wounds on his body gradually healed, though scars remained.

But in the eyes of Xiong Duoduo and the other demons, most of the scars on little She Qin had disappeared, returning to a normal state.

"Wow." Seeing that his good friend (as he unilaterally considered him) had recovered significantly, Xiong Gun Gun closed his eyes with relief and fell asleep on Xiong Duoduo's back.

Ruan Qiuqiu dried the water stains on little She Qin and clapped her hands, a little exhausted. "Alright, he should be fine now."

After she spoke, she noticed that everyone was looking at her a little differently.

Xiao Bo He's eyes sparkled. "Sister Qiuqiu! You're so amazing!"

Ruan Qiuqiu "…"

Considering that a certain wolf wasn't keen on showing himself, Ruan Qiuqiu humbly said, "No, no, my husband and I healed little She Qin together."

She looked at Xiao Bo He, and thinking of the forest legend about Mr. Big Bad Wolf, a playful thought arose in her mind. She teased, "My husband, he's as powerful as a figure from a forest legend. He can heal from a distance without even showing up."

Before Xiao Bo He and Xiao Yu could praise him, Xiong Duoduo earnestly said, "Amazing, even Grandpa Patriarch can't hit me from a distance."

Ruan Qiuqiu "…" She was clearly talking about remote healing, why was this bear thinking about being hit from a distance?

"Then we won't hold you up any longer." Tian Xiu picked up the half-snake, half-eagle cub and gave Xiong Duoduo a look.

Xiong Duoduo also carried She Qin on his back, along with Xiao Yu, who was holding the cub's egg, and Xiao Bo He, and bid farewell to Ruan Qiuqiu.

Ruan Qiuqiu gave them some of the extra fire-warming grass that Mr. Big Bad Wolf had brought back.

Just as they were about to leave the cave, Da Diao couldn't help but turn his head towards the warmly lit cave and dared to ask, "Yuan… Brother Yuan, could you teach me that remote-touching skill next time?"

Da Diao was clearly injured, but Ruan Qiuqiu noticed that his pale face suddenly turned red.

A bad feeling suddenly rose in her heart, and then she heard Tian Xiu stammering, her face flushed, "I, I think, my partner might like something this exciting…"

Ruan Qiuqiu's face burned as if on fire. She quickly waved her hand at Tian Xiu, "Brother Diao! What are you trying to say?!"

Tian Xiu stopped, a little afraid to look at Ruan Qiuqiu's face, but driven by a certain need, she still dared to finish her words, albeit more euphemistically, "I'm just saying, she might like this… special cultivation method."

"……Damn." Thinking that Mr. Big Bad Wolf would understand the word "cultivation" better, Ruan Qiuqiu couldn't help but curse, even though it was directed at the injured sand sculpture.

"Damn?" Xiao Bo He asked, puzzled.

Ruan Qiuqiu took a deep breath and bent down to pat her head. "Damn is a type of plant, I just suddenly thought of it."

Tian Xiu "…"

Xiong Duoduo "…"

Mr. Big Bad Wolf, eavesdropping, "?"

The wolf pondered the sand sculpture's words and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

Tian Xiu, having dared to ask, didn't forget to weakly shout before leaving, "Brother Yuan… you must teach me!"

Ruan Qiuqiu was so angry that her teeth itched. She even wanted to kick Tian Xiu, whom she had always considered mature and steady, to the horizon.

But as their figures gradually disappeared into the dark, snowy night, the embarrassment and anger in her heart faded, replaced by a sense of amused shame.

In the end, it was her fault for teasing Mr. Big Bad Wolf in the first place.

But she really didn't expect these demons to have such wild imaginations, especially the sand sculpture. As expected of Xiu'er, who already had a partner, to think of such a method.

Ruan Qiuqiu was truly impressed. She closed the wooden door, leaned against it with a sigh, and looked up to find Yuan Jue standing not far from her.

"Husband…" Ruan Qiuqiu bit her lip, hoping that Yuan Jue hadn't heard anything. She cautiously asked, "You didn't hear anything just now… right?"

"…" Yuan Jue furrowed his dark brows, a rare displeasure appearing on his handsome face. He swished his tail, his voice tinged with grievance. "The wolf heard everything."

Ruan Qiuqiu "…"

Ruan Qiuqiu "Then… Husband doesn't have any ideas, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Yuan Jue blush strangely. A number of butterfly wings suddenly appeared around him, converging into Mr. Big Bad Wolf's slender, broad hand, which grasped hers from a distance.

A cold, air-like sensation came from his palm. Before Ruan Qiuqiu could fully experience it, the pale, transparent butterfly wings transformed into fragmented spots of light, then formed several branch-like things that bound her waist and limbs.

Just like that, he lifted her entire body.

Ruan Qiuqiu "…" ???

Many indescribable images flashed through Ruan Qiuqiu's mind, her face burning red. She tried to move her hands and feet, finding that she could still move, but she was still confined by the wolf.

Moreover, her wrists, entwined by the branches formed from his demonic power, were starting to feel strange.

Did Mr. Big Bad Wolf suddenly have a revelation?

But she, she wasn't prepared at all.

Ruan Qiuqiu's head was about to explode. For a short while, she didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Mr. Big Bad Wolf was much purer than she thought. He simply thought that he could use his demonic power to move his little wife to him in the future. His eyes reddened slightly as he controlled his demonic power. But looking at the position Ruan Qiuqiu was in due to his unintentional manipulation, his heart grew hotter and hotter.

Yuan Jue gazed at her soft, glistening lips, then at his little wife's red ears, and felt a thrill. All the fur on the wolf, from his ears to the tip of his tail, stood on end.

He thought Tian Xiu was truly a sand sculpture. Why learn the skill of remotely moving one's partner?

Clearly, a direct kiss was much more pleasing to a demon, both physically and mentally.

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