Chapter 1 Night Deep
It was late at night,

the stroll was over,

the sword had been practiced,

and the little swordsman sat back on Fan Li's shoulder.

The two, one big and one small, started to walk back.

"Big blockhead, what you just said, my master also said. He said, when you truly reach a certain height, you can be serious with yourself."

"Mm."

"Is that what you meant by learning from yourself?"

"Mm."

"But you're far inferior to my master. Although my master died somewhat disgracefully, his sword was really, really high."

"Mm."

"So, you were just playing riddles with me?"

Fan Li stopped,

looked up at the moon, pondered for a moment,

and said:

"Mm."

"Big blockhead, stupid blockhead, dead blockhead!"

The little swordsman scratched Fan Li's hair until it was a bird's nest before stopping.

"I want to grow up faster."

"Mm."

"I want to practice the sword sooner."

"Mm."

"I want to kill that Zheng fellow."

"Mm."

"You're not angry?"

"Mm."

"Isn't he your master?"

"Mm."

"Then you still agree to let me kill him?"

"Mm."

"Sigh, but he killed my master. I can give you face and leave him a whole corpse."

"Mm."

"Or, I can leave him a breath? But I'd have to cripple him."

"Mm."

"Why don't you seem to care at all?"

"Mm."

"I'm saying, if I really attack him, will you kill me?"

Fan Li paused,

then answered very calmly:

"Mm."

"Can you bear to?"

Fan Li grinned foolishly.

"Bear to."

"Dead blockhead, stupid blockhead, bastard!"

The little swordsman began to mess up Fan Li's hair again.

Ahead, A'ming's figure appeared. A'ming was sitting on the city wall, holding a water bag, drinking alone under the moonlight.

The little swordsman put her mouth to Fan Li's ear and whispered:

"I'll tell you, I think the best-looking person among you guys is him."

Fan Li looked up and stared seriously at A'ming above.

A'ming looked down and asked:

"What are you looking at?"

"She said you're good-looking."

"............" The little swordsman was speechless.

"Heh."

A'ming laughed, not taking it to heart.

The little swordsman blushed fiercely, really wanting to stab this big blockhead to death with a sword.

A'ming was indeed good-looking. In private, the young ladies of the manor had ranked their appearances.

The first place was A'ming, because A'ming's ubiquitous melancholic temperament was simply a hypnotic for young women.

That aloofness, that detachment, and that quietness...

In fact, in terms of appearance, the Blind Man was not at all inferior. Logically speaking, the Blind Man was the best-looking one. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to the city patrol commandant's residence in Tiger Head City to deliver talisman water to his wife.

But the Blind Man's attitude of keeping strangers away was too obvious. It wasn't that he wasn't amiable or detached, but the way he looked at you made you feel like you were completely stripped bare, which not everyone could handle.

In the little swordsman's eyes, the Blind Man was the most terrifying symbol.

As for Zheng Fan, Zheng Fan was actually not bad-looking either. Although he couldn't be called as handsome as Pan An, he was the most leisurely person in the entire manor. Adding the halo of being the master, it was like a beauty filter was turned on, and he was still very attractive.

It was just that the women in the residence naturally knew who the master was with every night. Not to mention competing with Si Niang for a man, they didn't even dare to gossip about Si Niang's man in private.

"A'li, how long will it take to repair this city wall?" A'ming asked.

"A long time, le." Fan Li replied.

"Not enough slaves?"

"Not enough, le."

"Then when A'cheng comes back, go and catch some more."

"Mm."

A'ming rarely cared about these things. The workshops he was in charge of were still under construction, but the construction of the city wall had diverted too much manpower, making the completion of his workshop seem far away.

In fact, this was like starting a sandbox game. Repairing the city wall was for military purposes, and the workshops were for developing the economy. How to balance the military and the economy was a difficult problem in itself.

At present, the only way to alleviate this situation was to go into the mountains and catch wild people to use as labor.

A'ming continued to drink his wine,

while Fan Li said to the little swordsman on his shoulder:

"Still watching?"

"Watching your big head, you!"

Fan Li smiled and walked into the city.

He and the little swordsman both lived in the city lord's mansion, in a small courtyard, but not in the same room.

The little swordsman came down from Fan Li's shoulder and waved his hand, saying:

"Big blockhead, I'm going to sleep."

"Mm."

The little swordsman returned to her room. After a while, she ran out again.

Under the loquat tree in the courtyard, Fan Li was still standing there.

"What's that thing in my room?"

Fan Li raised his head in confusion,

"Mm?"

"That thing, come with me!"

The little swordsman pulled Fan Li into her room. In the corner of the room, a small space was separated by wooden boards, with a latch. Inside was a toilet.

The toilet was made of wood, with a groove underneath. Under the groove was a pipe that led to a large water tank behind the wall, which was specially used to pour night soil.

After all, it was unrealistic to have a complicated drainage system in this era, unless the walls of the house were torn down and re-laid.

There was also a large water tank above the toilet, filled with water. There was a pull cord extending from the water tank.

"Is this... for taking a bath?"

The little swordsman asked.

She had seen similar installations in the barracks, which were used by soldiers to take baths, and looked similar to this.

Fan Li frowned slightly, and the image of the little swordsman standing on the toilet taking a bath appeared in his mind.

He shook his head,

pointed to the toilet, and said:

"Sit on it."

The little swordsman sat on it.

Fan Li stretched out his hand and placed it on his belt, hesitated, but still didn't say that sentence, and instead said:

"Sit on it, to relieve yourself."

To be honest, Fan Li usually spoke very directly. It was really difficult for him to use civilized words.

"Relieve myself?" The little swordsman was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly realized, and her face immediately turned red. She spat and said:

"Why did you make this, you dead man."

Fan Li scratched his head. He made it for the master. This was the first test product, so he installed it here. The master's was the second product, and it even had patterns on it.

"Then this?" The little swordsman pointed to the pull cord and asked.

"Pull it."

The little swordsman pulled it,

"Swish..."

The water came down from the water tank and poured into the pit below.

"So that's how it is!"

The little swordsman felt very novel and pulled the pull cord again.

"Swish..."

"Hey, interesting."

"Swish..."

"Haha."

"Swish..."

"Why is there no water?"

Fan Li went out to fetch water.

In the courtyard at night,

the girl's laughter kept coming,

and there was a large figure constantly fetching water back and forth from outside.

………

"Husband."

"Mm."

"Si Niang is really a very amazing woman."

"Yes."

"How did you two meet, husband?"

"Fate, perhaps."

"Then husband, do you also like Si Niang?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"Si Niang is such a beautiful person, husband should like her, right?"

"My relationship with her, to a certain extent, is even closer than that of blood brothers and sisters, so there's no possibility of what you're talking about."

However, at this point, a doubt suddenly flashed in the Blind Man's mind.

Because according to this explanation, the demon kings were born in the same studio, and they were all continued by the master, then the demon kings were in a relationship that surpassed "brothers and sisters," and then... the master was equivalent to everyone's father.

After all, works are generally called the crystallization of the creator, the creator's children, so if Si Niang is with the master, wouldn't that be...

"Anyway, I think you husband are very amazing people."

"Hehe."

"Husband, I feel very lucky to be your wife."

"It's good that you don't feel wronged. After all, I'm blind."

"But in this world, there are few people who can see through things more clearly than husband. This concubine feels very happy and grateful to my grandfather for choosing this marriage for me, because I know that under other circumstances, husband would never have taken a fancy to me."

Just then,

the Blind Man suddenly sat up from the bed,

and a string of silver needles appeared in the palm of his hand, which he shot directly at the roof beam.

Immediately, a series of footsteps came from the roof beam.

The Blind Man got out of bed, a cloak fell on his body, and then the door opened wide.

In the courtyard, Xue San was kneeling on one knee, obviously having just come down from the roof beam.

Seeing the Blind Man walking out of the door, Xue San didn't feel embarrassed at all, clapped his hands, and said:

"Yo, it's so late, Blind Man, you're not asleep yet."

"Is my roof fun?"

"No, no, I can't sleep at night, so I'm walking around on the roof, seeing if there are any thieves or something. You continue, you continue."

"You used your stealth ability to eavesdrop on me?"

"Hehe, the fact proves that you can't detect me either, hahaha, it's just a pity, I've been waiting for the main event, who knew it wouldn't start, I was so bored and was about to leave when you found me."

"If you dare to come over again next time, you won't have such good luck."

"Yo, you make it sound like I'm afraid of you. I can't beat the others right now, but you, tsk tsk tsk."

"Want to fight?"

"Go back and fight with your wife! Grandpa won't serve you!"

With that, Xue San flashed and jumped over the courtyard wall and left.

After leaving the Blind Man's residence, Xue San went directly to the main residence where the master was, carefully hiding his body in the darkness and starting to approach, quietly climbing onto the master's roof.

He had been greatly stimulated today, so he inevitably wanted to do something even more stimulating to get rid of the bad luck.

But as Xue San licked his lips and was about to reach out and lift the tiles, he suddenly froze.

He turned his head,

looked to his side,

and found a doll sitting next to him, looking at him with a sinister smile.

"Uh..."