Because marriage only happens once, and ancient people's thinking was relatively conservative, even though the two women were somewhat dissatisfied with Mo Liyan, they did not show it. On the contrary, they were even very cooperative.
But when the moon was sparse and the guests they had invited had all left, the two women stretched their limbs and rushed towards Mo Liyan with great momentum.
Mo Liyan subconsciously took a few steps back, a hint of fear finally appearing in his eyes. He said in a fierce but weak voice, "Don't come any closer! I'm telling you, today is your big day, and I don't want to see any blood."
"Heh! It's okay, we don't mind," Mo Liyue said coldly.
Heavens! I didn't drink anything! How did I end up doing something like this? Mo Liyan was filled with regret and looked to Qian Yuwen, who was watching from the side, for help.
Qian Yuwen hesitated for a moment, then turned her head elsewhere.
Ah! The moonlight tonight is really beautiful!
She had already warned Mo Liyan long ago. She had advised him to restrain himself several times, but he hadn't listened. So, he couldn't blame her for getting beaten up.
Anyway, no matter what these two did, they wouldn't really hurt him, so she didn't care.
Mo Liyan watched helplessly as the only hope in his eyes left, his expression utterly devastated.
Then he hugged his head, curled up in the corner, and with a last shred of hope, said, "Can you not hit my face?"
What greeted him was a joint beating from the two women. As for whether his face would be hit, that depended on his luck, as the two women, fueled by their anger, just wanted to vent. Who would care about the target?
After they were tired from beating him, the two women left hand in hand. Of course, they didn't forget to send the injured patient back.
Mo Liyan was so badly beaten that he couldn't get out of bed for more than half a month. This was actually due to some misunderstanding.
Both women were quite experienced in beating Mo Liyan, but the other person involved was unaware of this.
One of them thought that since she was Mo Liyan's elder sister, she would definitely go easy on him. The other even thought that they had a master-disciple relationship and wouldn't be too harsh. This misunderstanding led to Mo Liyan almost becoming a truly disabled patient.
Perhaps out of guilt, the two women visited him for several consecutive days.
On this day, when they went to see Mo Liyan together again (to show off their affection), Mo Liyan, who was almost wrapped up like a mummy, finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Sister! Master! If you want to show off your affection, can you find another place? We have so many people in the Demonic Cult! Anywhere is fine, but you have to come to me, an injured patient, to show off. Have you forgotten something important?"
Mo Liyan pointed at himself with a resentful look, "These injuries of mine are all thanks to you!"
Mo Liyue only blushed for a moment before her expression returned to normal. "Yes! So Sister is here to see you, isn't she?"
Mo Liyan's expression was blank, completely unmoved, as if his heart had turned to ashes. He remembered that he couldn't reason with his unreasonable sister, so he told the truth, "You might as well not have come to see me!"
"Hmm???"
"If you hadn't come, my future wife would have come to take care of me. But because you came, she avoided suspicion and didn't come.
Sister, you say, aren't you ruining my good fortune?"
"That makes sense!" Mo Liyue nodded thoughtfully, then turned and pulled Xing Yuan, saying, "In that case, we'll leave now."
"Yes, hurry and go. If there's nothing else, you don't need to come find me. I have someone to take care of me," Mo Liyan said, relieved, quickly reminding the two with a tone of naked炫耀.
The two women did not object and returned directly to their own home.
They didn't want to take care of this injured patient in the first place, even though his injuries were indeed their fault. Now that their wish had come true, they were too happy to bother looking for Mo Liyan.
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Mo Liyue asked, looking at Xing Yuan, who seemed lost in thought.
"No!" Xing Yuan blinked, trying hard to cheer up.
"Sister~ Do you have to personally handle all the affairs of the Demonic Cult?"
Mo Liyue looked at Xing Yuan, who clearly had her own little thoughts, and burst into laughter.
It wasn't until Xing Yuan let out an unhappy hum that Mo Liyue said, "More or less! After all, the Demonic Cult is different from those sects. They don't have the strict rules and regulations like them. This has its pros and cons.
The good thing is that the sect is usually very harmonious. The bad thing is that few of them are willing to obey orders, so I have to supervise them more strictly, and I'm very busy every day."
"But..." Mo Liyue deliberately paused, her eyes filled with endless amusement, "Soon, you won't have to!"
"Ah?" Xing Yuan blinked in confusion, her eyes full of bewilderment.
Mo Liyue looked at Xing Yuan's adorable appearance and couldn't help but kiss her forehead, saying gently, "This is a great opportunity, a good chance to stand out while those people are busy cleaning up the mess."
"Although our Demonic Cult lost some things due to the imperial court this time, and they also asked us to bear some of their losses, their demands were not excessive, so I agreed. After all, this was a matter for the entire martial world, and the Demonic Cult is also a part of it."
"And then?" Xing Yuan asked, not understanding what Mo Liyue was trying to say.
"Silly A Yuan! Don't you think this is a good opportunity to change the reputation of our Demonic Cult?" Mo Liyue sighed softly.
"Those orthodox sects are now struggling to cope with their own affairs, and the common people are also uneasy due to those minor disturbances. If our Demonic Cult were to intervene at this time, subtly infiltrating them, it would be difficult to label us as villains by the time they react."
"Hmm, that makes sense. Do you need my help?" Xing Yuan's eyes sparkled, her anticipation unhidden.
"If A Yuan is willing to help, that would naturally be the best. Although the rumors in the martial world said you were a martial arts fanatic, a martial arts fanatic has their advantages. At least that name already proves you have absolute combat power.
So, with you here, they will feel more at ease."
"Then, if I am by your side, Sister, will you feel at ease?"
"Of course!" Mo Liyue chuckled. "As long as A Yuan is by Sister's side, Sister will feel very at ease."
"Because I know, A Yuan will always stand by Sister's side!" As she said this, Mo Liyue looked at Xing Yuan intently, as if making a promise to her.
Xing Yuan heard the words she wanted to hear and became happy, her eyes curved, and two cute dimples even appeared on her face.
Mo Liyue couldn't help herself. By the time she realized it, her lips had already kissed Xing Yuan's cute dimples.