The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Twenty years later, Song Nan, are you still alive? —Song Qinghuan

"Girl, remember this: you bought him, he's yours, and you have to tame him! Don't let him run away, understand?"

"He's mine?"

Song Xiaoya stood there, looking at the locked door to her brother's room, where an outsider lived.

A clanging sound came from inside, and the person seemed tireless.

"Yes! Keeping him locked in a cage all the time isn't a solution. It's been days already; if his leg injury heals, he'll definitely escape!"

"You picked this guy. If you can't tame him, I can sell him off in the county right now and bring back a more obedient one. Got it?"

Mr. Song slapped Song Xiaoya's head hard. It hurt, but she still nodded vigorously.

"If he gets away, I'll come back and kill you!"

After saying this, Song's father stood up, packed his bags, and prepared to go with the caravan to the Great Jin Dynasty to sell the herbs and furs they had collected.

"Honey, go to your older brother's house in the county to help take care of Mom. Don't come back if it gets late. Mom isn't feeling well, and his younger daughter-in-law is heavily pregnant, so please help as much as you can."

"You have to remember that if it weren't for your older brother's willingness to take care of me, our family wouldn't be living such a comfortable life! You have to remember this kindness!"

Looking at her young daughter with some worry, Song's mother said, "That wild child is very fierce. I'm worried he'll hurt Xiaoya. Besides, although they are young, they are still a boy and a girl alone together..."

Before Song's mother could finish speaking, Song's father interjected, "Don't worry, your daughter doesn't have the ability to seduce someone. I, on the other hand, hope she can keep him hooked. Who knows if that kid will still be around when I come back."

"I don't even know if I'll come back alive after going out for a while, and you, you woman, just stay at home and complain!"

"I went out to risk my life, did I say anything? If I die out there, will you be able to eat your fill on that little plot of land?"

"Mom, it's okay. I'm often home alone anyway, nothing will happen."

Song Xiaoya helped her mother pack her luggage, and then stood quietly to the side.

Every time my father was about to leave on a long trip, he would become extremely irritable, and no one in the family dared to provoke him.

Once you leave the valley, leave Yan and Qi, the farther you go from home, the easier it is to lose your life. My elder brother died after going on a long trip, and his departure forced my fifty-year-old father to leave home again.

Jinyou Valley is located in a remote area with few demons. Even if there are, they are only minor demons. Some low-level "wild" demon hunters in the valley can protect them.

For Song Xiaoya, staying in the valley meant safety.

The same applies to the people in the valley; few are willing to go out.

After tidying everything up, Song's father, seeing Song's mother dawdling, simply kicked her out.

"Get the hell out of here! What, you don't want to take care of my mother?"

"A woman who does nothing but eat rice is completely useless."

The door slammed shut, leaving Song Xiaoya alone in the house again. Her two dogs were gone, but now she wasn't afraid of monsters or bad people breaking in. She looked at the room where the noise had come from and felt inexplicably at ease.

It wasn't until evening that Song Xiaoya brought the food to the tightly closed door.

He hasn't eaten all day; he must be starving.

Pushing open the door, a jarring iron cage suddenly appeared, enclosing the young boy inside. It was originally a cage for hunting dogs.

He looked up at her, surprising her; his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Then he looked away and continued to ram the iron cage again and again, seemingly oblivious to the pain.

He still has the strength?

Song Xiaoya placed the food aside and quietly waited for her prey to be exhausted.

He was still the same dirty man, and wouldn't let anyone near him.

When he finally couldn't move, Song Xiaoya threw the food in front of him and poked him through the cage.

He kept his eyes closed and showed no reaction whatsoever.

"You don't think that following me will make it easier to escape, do you?"

When the other party did not respond, Song Xiaoya continued, "Don't run away, stay here, we will treat you well."

The prey in the cage slammed against the cage again, expressing its dissatisfaction.

"It's safe here. You'll die sooner or later if you go out. Aren't you afraid of dying? It's chaotic and dangerous outside. Anyway, you don't have a home. Isn't it better to stay here?"

After a long while, the person in the cage finally moved and looked up at her.

"If you still have a home, I will let you go."

Song Xiaoya said understandingly, but she was certain that he was gone; he had been picked up by human traffickers from the roadside.

"You stay here, recover from your injuries, and when you're older, I won't stop you from escaping if you want."

No wonder!

Song Xiaoya thought to herself.

Finally, as if persuaded, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, spat something out of his mouth, and held it tightly in his hand.

He started eating. Even though he had been starving all day, he ate without any sign of distress. He sat casually on the ground in the small iron cage, his spine straight and his expression calm. He was unlike anyone else in Song Xiaoya's world, making him seem so special.

The bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, and he still had that thing in his mouth.

That's dangerous; you could easily swallow it and die.

What are you holding in your mouth?

"Don't be afraid, I won't take your things, and I won't tell your parents."

"They've all gone out. As long as you behave, I'll take good care of you."

The boy didn't speak. Song Xiaoya silently found a set of her brother's clothes from when he was a child, and then brought over hot water and a wooden bucket.

The boy looked at her and saw that the well-behaved little girl had brought out a long iron chain, locking one end to herself and the other end firmly to his right hand.

Only after doing all this did she open the iron cage.

Song Xiaoya smiled innocently, with a hint of flattery: "Dad said that once you become obedient, you won't need to wear this anymore."

“My dad is very fierce. If he finds out you ran away, I’ll be beaten to death.”

The boy stepped out of the cage, spitting out what was in his mouth. He wasn't afraid the little girl would dare touch his things.

The boy was only slightly taller than her, but he was very thin. Song Xiaoya felt a little nervous when he approached.

The boy's eyes were full of mockery. He said, "You're not as kind as you seem, and you're also very weak."

The shame and anger of being exposed welled up in my heart, but I forcibly suppressed them.

She acted as if she hadn't heard his harsh words, and was pleasantly surprised by his unexpected voice: "So you're not mute after all, that's great. Don't worry, the chain is very long, I'll go out first, I won't peek."

After saying that, she fled in a panic.

Finally, I could catch my breath, but then came an indescribable sense of loss.

He didn't like her, and her childhood sweetheart didn't like her either.

In the days that followed, my mother never came back except to bring back some things.

However, the boy stayed by her side the whole time, and Song Xiaoya kept trying to talk to him, but he mostly ignored her.

He would play with the boys in the village, politely answer the girls' questions, and tell them about his experiences outside. However, he would speak harshly to Song Xiaoya, who was chained up with iron chains.

He was good-looking and skilled. After subduing a small demon in front of everyone, he became very popular in Jinyou Valley, much more so than Song Xiaoya, who was always timid and spoke in a low voice.

Because of his popularity, the tactless Song Xiaoya became even more annoying.

Everyone in the valley knew that the Song family's adopted son-in-law disliked the Song family's little girl.

She doesn't deserve him; she should let him go.

At one end of the chain, a nameless boy was surrounded by a group of children his age, all looking at him with admiration and listening intently to his voice.

"You really don't remember where you live? You don't even remember your own name?"

"You're so good-looking, your parents must be very beautiful too."

"You have spiritual roots and know magic, so your family must be a wealthy one! Only a family like that can afford to send their child to cultivate immortality!"

"You will definitely find a home, we all support you!"

Yes, we all support you!

We all support you!

……

At the other end of the chain, Song Xiaoya hid behind a tree, too afraid to go forward.

She couldn't hold him back; they all said he could escape once his leg injury healed.