It's better to imagine a boyfriend than to attack the villain

Liu Huaqiao is now a willow demon. Although he is a demon, he has never hurt humans and gets along well with the children in the village.

The willow tree at the entrance of the village has a history of hundreds of years and stands tall. People have a certain faith in this big tree. Because Liu Huaqiao only appears in front of children, people regard it as an inviolable god, and only innocent children can get its attention.

Biluo took out a small computer and called up the data of the small world: "Master, the loopholes in this small world have been almost repaired."

Yue Youyou stretched her head to glance at the computer screen: "What is the remaining 1%?"

"Lord God, that's my karma." Liu Huaqiao suddenly said, "I still owe this village a karma."

A hint of surprise flashed across Yue Youyou's clean and pure eyes.

Liu Huaqiao smiled and said, "Once this cause and effect is resolved, my cultivation will be fully restored. Lord God, don't worry. I will protect this small world well."

"Alright then." Yue Youyou raised her lips slightly and clapped her hands gently. "Since you can handle it yourself, I'll just give in."

Not long after Yue Youyou left, another figure quietly appeared. His steps were light and steady, each one carrying an innate grace.

"Are you here?" Liu Huaqiao's voice was as calm as water, as if he had already seen through everything. He turned his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the newcomer, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.

"Yeah," Ye Xingcai replied. He stood tall and straight, like a pine tree, leaning quietly against the giant willow tree. The setting sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, illuminating his handsome face and deep eyes.

Their eyes met, like two shining stars, interweaving endless emotions. They stared at each other, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Liu Huaqiao smiled and waved his hand. In a blink of an eye, a table and two chairs appeared before him. He slowly sat down and expertly brewed tea. The fragrance of tea filled the air, bringing a sense of peace and joy.

"Brother, you know more than our Lord God," Liu Huaqiao said softly, his hands still moving. He handed Ye Xingcai a cup of steaming tea, a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Ye Xingcai took the tea and looked Liu Huaqiao up and down: "Your personality has changed a lot."

Liu Huaqiao's eyes flickered slightly: "There's nothing we can do. The Lord God has not yet grown up. We, as his subordinates, must be more cautious."

"Just add me to the team that captures Mingche." The young man supported his head and looked straight at him.

Ye Xingcai asked doubtfully, "Why are you joining in?"

"Hmm..." Liu Huaqiao thought seriously, his eyes slightly gloomy. "He's a human, so he must have bones. What a pity, he has no scales."

A gentle breeze blew by, and the willow branches swayed slowly, as if performing a graceful dance. Ye Xingcai's heart seemed to be gently caressed by the willow leaves, and a tingling sensation came over him: "You don't have to..."

"I want it!" Liu Huaqiao suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Ye Xingcai. His eyes were filled with resentment and anger. Why was it always Ye Xingcai who got hurt? It had been like this in every life! The more Liu Huaqiao thought about it, the more unfair it seemed, and the rage in his heart grew stronger.

In his eyes, Ye Xingcai was a dragon's child, a child of destiny! If it weren't for Mingche's accident, perhaps Ye Xingcai would have already transcended the tribulation and ascended to heaven, becoming a being admired by all. And what about himself? He couldn't help but secretly blame himself. If he were more powerful, he wouldn't have to seal his memories and serve as an NPC in the small world. Then, they wouldn't be in such a passive situation.

Ye Xingcai looked at the determination in Liu Huaqiao's eyes and the murderous intent that flashed across his eyes. He was slightly startled at first, but then he gently raised the corners of his lips and revealed a smile.

He said happily, "Will the tragic love story between immortal and demon continue?"

"Keep going!" The gentle boy's defense broke. "Haven't you been tortured enough in five lifetimes?"

"I am now the Heavenly Dao, and I want to change the script! It's called 'The Domineering Willow Demon Dotes on Her Beloved Priest, Sect Master Ye!'"

Ye Xingcai: “…”

It's so rustic, but he doesn't say it.

The two of them met for a while, and then Ye Xingcai returned to the sect, while Liu Huaqiao stayed in the human world to settle the cause and effect.

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It was July, the height of summer, and the rain was pouring down like the Milky Way. The rain had begun in May and hadn't stopped, only intensified. The water poured down like a torrent, an endless stream. The river had already burst its banks, slowly submerging the entire village.

The night was deep, and the people were immersed in sleep. However, when they noticed something unusual, they found themselves surrounded by a raging flood. In an instant, terrified cries rose one after another, echoing through the night sky.

The scene was in chaos, with villagers desperately clinging to floating wood or makeshift rafts, trying to find a chance of survival.

"Mom—" Suddenly, a shrill cry was heard. It turned out that a little boy failed to hold on to the wood and was instantly swept into the turbulent torrent.

"My child! My child!" the mother cried heartbreakingly, her heart aching as she wished she could jump into the water to look for her son. But the people around her held her tightly, fearing that she would also meet with an accident.

At this moment, another wave of turbulent mountain torrents swept in.

Just when everyone was desperate, a strange green light quietly emerged from the bottom of the water.

Before everyone could come to their senses, they felt their bodies being lifted up by a mysterious force, and then they were tightly wrapped by soft willow branches and hung in the air.

Liuhua Bridge merged with the willow tree by the village road. Before falling asleep, he sighed silently, "This is more troublesome than I imagined..."

Alas, Ye Xingcai, we are going to have a tragic love affair again.

That night, the rain was incredibly fierce, pouring down like it threatened to drown the entire world. The rain mercilessly destroyed the villagers' homes, destroying everything they had worked so hard for half a lifetime. Fortunately, no one was injured or killed.

When the storm subsided, the village no longer existed, leaving only a huge willow tree standing alone between heaven and earth, as solid as a rock.

People climbed down from the willow tree trembling with fear. The little boy who had been swept away by the flood threw himself into his mother's warm arms and burst into tears.

"Brother Willow saved us!" One of the children suddenly shouted, and then all the children cheered and jumped for joy. They held hands and happily circled around the willow tree, expressing their gratitude.

The willow trees, now radiant with sunlight, looked exceptionally green. They seemed to sense the children's joy, gently swaying their branches as if smiling in response. And the Willow Painting Bridge, quietly dormant among the willow trees, guarded this place once filled with laughter and joy...

Liu Huaqiao used up all his magical powers to save everyone in the village. Even though he was the way of heaven and would be punished for going against fate, he still did not hesitate.

As the last of his strength faded, his body gradually dissipated, transforming into a mass of sleeping consciousness.

At the same time, in the distant Junqian Sect, Ye Xingcai was clutching his chest, roaring angrily, "Liu Huaqiao, you bastard!"