After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

Yun Zhao grasped Qi Yan's increasingly cold hand and asked worriedly, "A-Yan, how are you?"

“It’s nothing,” Qi Yan said in a hoarse voice. “You guys tidy up this place. I want to be by myself for a while.”

Yun Zhao was worried about him.

Qi Yan forced himself to suppress his fear and smiled at her, "It's really nothing."

He thought for a moment, then said softly to Yun Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, can you walk with me for a bit?"

Yun Zhao looked at the others, and Bai Lingxiao said gently, "We'll handle things here, you can go ahead."

After the two left, Gu Dinghan whispered, "Is this his inner demon? We really need to get rid of it quickly."

Bai Lingxiao glanced at the two people who had disappeared into the forest and said softly, "I hope Zhaozhao can help him."

The two walked aimlessly through the woods. Yun Zhao didn't say a word, just quietly accompanied him.

She knew that Qi Yan needed companionship, not comfort.

When they reached the foot of a towering ancient tree, Qi Yan suddenly stopped.

The ancient tree was covered with lush foliage, blocking out the sun. Even the sunlight could not penetrate through the gaps in the branches and leaves to reach the ground. Qi Yan stood there, as if he were the only person left in the world.

"Aren't you going to move forward?"

Yun Zhao naturally took his hand, "It's a bit dark here."

Qi Yan remained silent and quietly unbuttoned his clothes.

Large expanses of porcelain-white skin were exposed, and Yun Zhao subconsciously looked over, her first thought being—

Good heavens, how come he's even whiter than me!

So enviable!

My second thought was that I wanted to touch it; it must feel really good... Ugh!

What is she thinking?

Yun Zhao solemnly straightened Qi Yan's clothes and said seriously, "We're outside. What if someone sees us?"

Qi Yan: "..."

He was speechless at Yun Zhao's indescribable words, and the bitterness in his heart was largely relieved.

"...That's not what I meant."

What's this girl thinking?

I'll confiscate all the storybooks she's been reading!

Yun Zhao also realized what Qi Yan meant; she saw the wound on Qi Yan's chest.

These weren't ordinary sword or whip wounds, but rather...

Yun Zhao was puzzled: "A tooth mark?"

Don't blame her for having all sorts of colorful nonsense in her head; the bite marks on her body just made her think too much.

Could it be that Song Zhiyuan hates Qi Yan so much that he personally bites into Qi Yan's flesh?

Qi Yan said sullenly, "Yes."

"To be precise, they are dog teeth marks."

Yun Zhao was taken aback.

No wonder Qi Yan acted that way when facing that stray dog.

Once bitten by a snake, twice shy; not to mention Qi Yan's dense scars, he must have been bitten countless times.

Yun Zhao hesitated, wanting to ask about the situation at the time and try to comfort him, since it had almost become Qi Yan's inner demon, which was detrimental to his cultivation.

But she was also worried about touching on his sore spots...

As she was struggling with her thoughts, Qi Yan chuckled softly and began to tell her about his past, "When I was a child, I couldn't control my original form and human body, and I often couldn't control myself from turning into a beast."

"Song Zhiyuan saw it once and wanted to know whether I, at five years old, was more powerful or a stray dog ​​that had been starving for three days was more powerful."

"The food consisted of three steamed buns. I hadn't eaten for several days, and my mother was mentally challenged, so I had to find food to take back with me..."

Yun Zhao bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with heartache.

Regardless of whether Qi Yan will become a villain who stirs up bloodshed in the future, he was innocent when he was young.

When Qi Yan was five years old, Song Zhiyuan was only one year older than him. Everyone says that human nature is inherently good, but she felt that human nature is inherently evil.

Otherwise, how could a mere child come up with such a vicious method to torment another child?

Perhaps because Yun Zhao's expression was too unpleasant, Qi Yan still had the leisure to tease her, "Guess who won in the end?"

Yun Zhao rolled her eyes at him, "You really don't feel pain anymore, yet you still have the leisure to ask me this."

Qi Yan, unusually, shook her sleeve, his tone carrying a hint of coquetry, "Guess."

Yun Zhao sighed, looking at him like this, and guessed, "You won?"

Qi Yan's face fell.

Yun Zhao understood.

Oh, he lost.

Qi Yan fiddled with her fingers and said aggrievedly, "I... didn't manage to snatch it."

"I was also bitten."

He raised his voice slightly, as if it were something good.

Yun Zhao: "..."

"Keep your voice down," Yun Zhao poked the scar on his chest, "Is it something to be proud of?"

To everyone's surprise, Qi Yan suddenly gasped, his face turning pale instantly.

Yun Zhao was startled. "You, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Qi Yan smiled weakly. "He just sprinkled poison powder on my wound. The wound has healed, but it still hurts when I touch it."

Yun Zhao quickly withdrew her hand, looking at him helplessly, "Then, is there an antidote? Should I ask my senior uncle..."

"Need not."

Qi Yan raised his hand, his face pale with illness, yet he was smiling.

"I'm used to it now, I just need to take it easy for a bit."

Two sentences made Yun Zhao furious and curse Song Zhiyuan, that bastard.

Qi Yan listened for a while, then reached out and touched her hair. "Actually, I don't blame him. After all, it was my mother and I who destroyed his family. It's only right that he bullied me, and it's also right that he humiliated my mother..."

He couldn't say what happened next.

Yun Zhao knew what he wanted to say: that his and his mother's appearance had disrupted Song Zhiyuan's originally happy family.

For the sake of Qi Yan's mother, Song's father divorced Song's mother, who died of grief and depression, leaving Song Zhiyuan homeless.

But only Yun Zhao knew that the truth was not so.

Qi Yan's mother was tricked into marriage by Song's father!

This was something Qi Yan discovered at the end of the story. After Song Zhiyuan was killed by Qi Yan, Song's father revealed the truth in order to save his own life and ask Qi Yan to spare him.

How could Qi Yan let him go?

But before he could figure out how to punish Song's father, the world collapsed, and the story ended there.

Seeing Qi Yan's worried expression, Yun Zhao racked his brains and thought for a moment, "Qi Yan, I don't think your mother is that kind of person."

"Think about it, you have such high talent, it must be inherited from your mother, then your mother must have a very high status in the demon race."

"How could a woman like that fall for a married man? She could have any man she wanted."

"Maybe your mother is naive and has been deceived by a bad person who is greedy for beauty."

Yun Zhao's statement was somewhat far-fetched, after all, she was not involved and should not know the situation at the time; everything she said was just her speculation.

Qi Yan murmured, "Could it really be like this?"

Yun Zhao nodded. "It's all just the Song family's side of the story. They're definitely biased towards their own people. Why don't we go to the Song family and investigate? Maybe we'll find out the truth!"

The more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. Fortunately, the Demon-Slaying City where the Song family lived was not far from here. Once she got there, she could use the information she knew from the plot to help Qi Yan and his mother get justice.

The main theme is about someone who stands up for justice, tears apart a scumbag, and rids the people of evil!