Today was another peaceful day in the mountain stronghold. The newlywed wife of the bandit leader was lovingly riding on the back of the big black horse with the leader himself.
Huh? Who’s holding whom?
The bandits and villagers were incredulous as they watched ‘Yu Huishui’ skillfully holding the reins and riding the horse, while the ‘bandit leader’ was nestled between his arms, half-turned to avoid blocking the view.
What the heck is going on here?
“Do we really have to go down the mountain like this?” Zang Liujiang had just suggested visiting his shaman-like fourth brother, and Yu Huishui agreed without much thought, leading to the current scene.
Having just married a few days ago, he felt like he was losing face for a lifetime.
“Of course.” Yu Huishui raised an eyebrow, revealing a carefree smile he had never shown before, and pressed his wife’s body closer to his back. “This is the safest way.”
“I can’t handle this.”
The fourth brother had just said this and then shooed them out the door.
“Is this the work of a god? If they’re crazy, do I still have to manage it?” The fourth brother clapped his hands, locked the door, and then saw the clumsy ‘Zang Liujiang’ climbing over the wall.
His face was full of grievance, his eyes red, as he shouted to the fourth brother.
“Fourth brother! Help me, I can’t take it anymore!”
There was no choice. The sight of Zang Liujiang crying his heart out was too bizarre, so the fourth brother had to open the door and let them in again, sighing at the divine messenger.
“You see, they’re both almost unrecognizable from all this fuss. Even gods have to be reasonable.”
“Quack.” The magpie hung its head for a moment before coming up with a solution: “Since you’re a couple, just give each other a kiss!”
Yu Huishui’s eyes widened.
“A kiss! And I’ll release you early!”