Bound to Mary Sue, I am against involution in the world of immortal cultivation

Fan Ning curled the corners of his mouth, but did not struggle. Instead, he sighed helplessly.

"But you can't sing or dance. It's boring just looking at you, isn't it?"

Ling You: “…”

Ling You swallowed his anger and said, "...I can learn."

Fan Ning: "What if I can't learn it?"

Ling You: "..." He hugged the person tighter, gritted his teeth, and finally buried his head in frustration.

"...You can't learn it even if you don't. If you only look at others, I will arrest them and make you look only at me."

Fan Ning smiled, rubbed his head, and responded with a smile.

The system that happened to read this paragraph also read: [……]

Is it also part of the play between these two people?

System: [You guys are really... a two-way disease.]

One can't tolerate any sand in his eyes, and the other accepts all teasing and threats.

The system looked at the three huge words "Mary Sue" on its page. For some reason, it suddenly felt that the bound host... made sense.

They are more than suitable, they are simply—

"...What youthful spirit!" Qian Jiangyue smiled brightly upon seeing this scene. While everyone else was feeling awkward, unsure how to control their expressions, she sighed to herself, "It feels like it would be unjust if they separated. Who knows, something bad might happen."

"Well, this Fan Ning... is a bit like me when I was young," the leader of the Hehuan Sect also laughed. Seeing the atmosphere between the two that did not allow anyone to interfere, he completely understood why the disciples returned empty-handed.

If you interfere with true love, you will be punished...

Even she couldn't help but feel a little envious when she saw the look in those two people's eyes.

The corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise.

-

The water mirror broke when the two of them were sleeping with their clothes on.

The next morning, just as the morning light illuminated half of the window, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong..."

At first, he was somewhat polite, but when he saw that the person inside did not respond, the person knocking on the door chose to break in.

"Fan Ning," the young city lord who had rushed in straightened his expression a little. His eyes fell on the two people who were dining at the table, and he couldn't help but frown. "You've caused such a big disaster, and you still dare to hide here and avoid people?"

"Misfortune? Who told you that?" Fan Ning asked, "Why do I remember that I only had a pleasant night last night?"

Ling You: "Fan Ning was with me last night. What could she have done? You probably misjudged her."

He turned sideways, and the young city lord saw the face clearly. He felt helpless and said, "Young Master Ling, if you stay in a place like this again, Mr. Ling will be angry."

"Wantless spending and excessive debauchery..."

"Wait!" Ling You hurriedly stopped him and declared unhappily, "I've never done anything excessively lewd!"

"You've been misled," Fan Ning said. "Don't make such malicious assumptions about me. Few people in that building are innocent."

The system played her the memories of this identity, and therefore, Fan Ning clearly understood what kind of place that was.

The term "Oiran" sounds nice, but it's just a title given to her by people when she's in power. In reality, not only was she bullied by people outside, but the "sisters" in the building were also dissatisfied with her, and even used tricks on her in secret.

"If a man doesn't work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth," Fan Ning sneered. He ignored the serious expression of the man in front of him and said coldly, "They just lost."

"Winning gets everything, losing loses everything... Isn't that what those people like to say the most?"

Provoking confrontation and wantonly satisfying one's own desires...

Fan Ning approached step by step, his mouth as calm as dead water, demanding, "They are afraid because they lost, and you know to seek justice because they lost...?"

"No, this is not the same thing," the young city lord pursed his thin lips, as if he wanted to make some excuse, but before he could open his mouth, his face turned pale and he fell to the ground.

Fan Ning, who had knocked the man unconscious while clutching a teacup in his hand, hid his fame and achievements. "Tsk, did you really think I was asking him?"

Naive.

Fan Ning: "And what about that one hiding in the back, still hiding himself and not daring to see anyone?"

A somewhat thin figure walked out from behind the door.

His white clothes were loose, his long hair was messy and covered half of his eyes, and a fragrant wine gourd was hung around his waist. As soon as he appeared, he walked around the fallen young city lord with a smile, and his attitude was even more frivolous.

"Little girl, the Young City Lord hasn't even finished what he's saying yet, aren't you going to listen to his explanation?"

He leaned lazily against the door frame, like a drunk, and the words he was trying to say became slurred: "If a good person is wrongly accused... Whew, that would be terrible..."

"That won't do," Fan Ning said dismissively, waving his hands. "The first to strike is the strongest, the last to strike will suffer. If I wait until he finishes speaking and then try to knock him out, I'll have wasted a teapot. It's not worth it."

The man leaning against the door choked. He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the face in front of him, neither humble nor arrogant. He wanted to laugh, but he still said patiently, "If someone bullies you, you will bully others... Isn't that right?"

"I didn't say this was right?" Fan Ning was puzzled and raised her hand to hook her long hair. "Your judgment of me is too arbitrary."

"..."

The man sighed and continued, "You hurt the Young City Lord, so you must be punished. Young man, you are too impetuous..."

"—I have no idea how dangerous the world is."

He hooked his hand, and Ling You, who had been standing next to him without saying a word, changed his position instantly. Not only was his neck clamped by a hand, but his body also seemed to be controlled and became completely stiff.

Fan Ning raised an eyebrow: "Are you arresting him to threaten me?"

The man smiled, scooped up the gourd and drank a few sips of wine, making a smacking sound.

"Little girl, I admire your character. How about this," he tapped the gourd and said, "I'll let go of the person you love most, and you let go of those who hurt you. How about that?"

"Let's each take a step back..."

"That's not called a compromise," Fan Ning said with a faint smile, refusing fearlessly. "You took mine and want me to let others go. In this situation, we usually recommend a fight to the bitter end."

"Ling You is a man of high status, perhaps even a guest of the City Lord. I knocked the Young City Lord unconscious, and you killed him to avenge me..." Fan Ning said in the same lazy, drawn-out tone, "...does that make sense?"

"...What?" The man sensed something was wrong. Before he could fully react, he found that the person he was holding suddenly became limp and fell straight onto his shoulder.

Fan Ning smiled slightly, like a flower laced with poison, and casually lifted the young city lord by the collar and pressed him on the table, while a small knife with a silver glow was casually placed against the exposed neck.

She rolled her eyes and said, "You killed my sweetheart, you must be punished. Middle-aged people are too impetuous..."

"I have no idea how dangerous the world is."